The sweet words were still echoing in her ears, but all of them disappeared in a misunderstanding... She didn't belong to this time and space, and didn't want to get involved in feelings, but in these little interactions, she unknowingly lost it.
She fell in love with someone wholeheartedly, and now, she deserves to be hurt! Who made her overestimate her own abilities and fall in love with a prince? In this **********, she became a weight
, a weight that has to be swallowed in tears even if a tooth is knocked out... My chest feels like a heavy hammer, and the pain is like splitting. There is a blank in the sight, but Feng Yiying no longer looks at her, and said calmly: "Yi Qingchen, you
Let's go, don't get entangled here anymore..." He waved his hand, suddenly lifted up the corner of his robe, and cut off a piece with a brush. He threw it in front of Yi Qingchen: "I, Feng Yiying, will return home with you from now on.
Bridge, way back, nothing to do with it anymore!" Yi Qingchen's face was as pale as death, tears welled up in her eyes several times, but she forced them back. She suppressed her trembling, picked up the corner of her robe, and suddenly
She laughed and said: "What is this? Cutting off the robe and severing the righteousness? Haha, I didn't expect that people from this time and space like you would do this. Hahaha!" She laughed so hard that she couldn't hold back her tears any longer and fell down:
"Since you suspect that I am a spy, why don't you just kill me?! Feng Yiying, since you have nothing to do with me anymore and I am the spy who harmed you, just kill me! Do it for yourself
I want to take revenge for your guards who surrendered to death!" She suddenly took out a short sword and forced it into Feng Yiying's hand. Feng Yiying could only passively follow it. Her palm touched the opponent's palm, and Feng Yi felt
Ying's palms were as cold as ice. She stared at him with eyes like fire, and slapped her chest with her hand: "Come on! Kill me! Stab a sword here! Revenge yourself! Come on, kill me.
Ah!" She was so crazy that she almost threw herself on Feng Yiying. Feng Yiying turned pale and took a step back. The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and a trace of unbearability flashed in her eyes, but then she smiled sadly and sighed.
He said: "Yi Qingchen, why are you doing this? It's useless for you to act..." "Haha, so I'm acting? Okay! Then I'll do it for you!" Yi Qingchen suddenly flashed towards the cold light.