After hearing this, Nie Jing sneered, with a hint of coolness in her eyes.

But she stood there and didn't say a word.

Ye Zhikuang, who was standing next to Nie Jing, turned around and looked at her.

She has always been cold towards others, but she has never seen Nie Jing who is so cold and frosty.

Murong Fu frowned and looked at Nie Jing.

"If you want to kill us, or if you have the idea of ​​destroying our Murong family, you can just come, as long as you have the ability."

"Murong Fu, at this time, by saying such things, are you trying to make this hatred even greater?"

Ye Zhikuang glanced coldly and asked indifferently.

He shouldn't talk to Nie Jing like this.

When he said it like that, it was like a murderer saying confidently that I was not guilty.

In this matter, the old lady of the Murong family really did not consider other factors.

Just do what you want to do and forget about others.

Only selfish people can do this.

"Even if he didn't do anything, he would still have a grudge, no matter what he said."

Nie Jing's two hands hidden in her sleeves were clasped tightly.

The scene of corpses and blood dripping on the ground shocked her so much that she sat beside Nie Changfeng's corpse for a long time without being able to speak.

As soon as you close your eyes, you will see Nie Changfeng being pierced by countless swords.

There is also the scene of the sword sealing the throat.

How cruel!

"Jingjing, this happened all because of me. If you hate it, then hate me. If you can't let go, I can use my body to discourage you."

Ye Zhikuang reached out and squeezed Nie Jing's slightly trembling hand, and said softly.

Nie Jing, however, quickly withdrew her hand from Ye Zhikuang's hand as if she had encountered a plague.

Ye Zhikuang was stunned, looking at the hand hanging in the air, she asked: "Do you not even want me as a friend?"

Nie Jing suddenly turned around, her red eyes widened: "What are you talking about as friends? Do you really think that I came to your Ye family to have dinner? I want to see how you people can eat this table of food.

"

Put your hands under the table and lift it hard.

A large table was overturned by Nie Jing.

In the hall, the sound of "crackling" was heard.

Ye Zhikuang's waist tightened, and Bai Chenxiao pulled him away.

She turned around and saw Bai Chenxiao's eyes falling on Nie Jing, his brows furrowed, but he didn't seem to care about the matter.

He lowered his head, gently let go of her, and said: "Don't get close to her, she is no longer your former friend."

After hearing Bai Chenxiao's words, Ye Zhikuang's heart twitched hard.

What do you mean by "no longer your former friend"?

She is still the original Nie Jing...

Ye Zhikuang's shoulders trembled as he watched Nie Jing walk towards Murong Tiantian step by step.

That desolate back was full of resentment.

It was like a resentful spirit, locking the lives of Murong Tiantian and Murong Fu.

Murong Fu stood in front of Murong Tiantian, with his fingers clenched tightly, ready to give Nie Jing a fatal blow at any time.

Ye Zhikuang knew that he would.

Nie Jing probably didn't come to Ye's house to go back alive.

The blade of the blade was exposed from under Nie Jing's sleeve.

Ye Zhikuang's eyes widened, and when he saw Nie Jing raising her hand, she exclaimed: "No..."

She walked over quickly, threw herself on Nie Jing's body, and hugged Nie Jing tightly.
Chapter completed!