Qing'er knew that she used the dagger and her feet very quickly, so she made full preparations for this convenient early in the morning.
Just as Nan Liyou flashed from the spot, Qing'er waved the robe on her shoulder and her people disappeared.
When Nan Liyou flashed to the spot, he was slightly shocked at the person who suddenly disappeared.
She knew that this was a "invisibility technique" of dark magic in public.
However, there is one only disadvantage of this invisibility technique, which is that there is a time limit, and at a certain time, it will automatically reveal its original shape.
However, if you drink the invisible potion, it will be different, and the time will be greatly improved.
Nan Liyou put the flame armor on his body, stood there, and observed closely. Suddenly there was a delicate voice behind him on the right side, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth. She remained silent, waiting for the subtle voice to approach her and attacked her.
The second I hit myself.
Huh, a strong wind flashed, and Nanliyouren had already slid quickly behind the release.
A cold light flashed in the dagger, and a trace of despair flashed in Qing'er's eyes. She felt a sting of pain in her neck, and she said in horror: "So fast..."
"When the sharp blade comes out, no one can escape the result of the throat!" Nan Liyou looked at Qing'er who was gradually sliding on the ground and said coldly.
Qing'er, with her eyes open, she could not understand why she failed again until she died...
"Xiaoqi, your mother has moved!" Nan Qianhe shouted in surprise. Nan Liyou heard it and rushed over, half-kneeled beside the couch, holding Feng Suzi's hand.
"Mom, it's me, I'm Xiaoqi..." Nan Liyou shouted softly, his eyes full of expectations, hoping that the person who frowned tightly woke him up.
Feng Suzi seemed to be in a dream, shook her head slightly and murmured something in her mouth.
"Zi'er, I'm Xiao Qian. Open your eyes and look at me. I'm your Xiao Qian..." Nan Qianhe wiped the sweat beads densely packed on her forehead, anxious.
"Xiao... Qian..." Feng Suzi slowly opened her eyes, looked at an enlarged face, raised her fingers, stroked the face, and smiled.
"It's me, I'm..." Nan Qianhe excitedly covered the weak and boneless hands and replied in a daze.
"I'm dreaming right? Am I going to die? It must be yes, otherwise, how could I see you... Cough cough..." Feng Suzi said weakly, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"No, you didn't dream, it's really me! Zi'er, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I'm really wrong, please forgive me... I ask you to forgive me..." Nan Qianhe cried regardless of his image...
"Haha..." Feng Suzi smiled bitterly, touched her face, and said, "So many years have passed, I no longer hate it. It is worth it to see Xiaoqi grow up, and seeing you again.
No more hatred…”
"No, no, hate, hate! You won't die! I want you to hate me! I'll wait for you to get better, and I can punish me no matter how I'm going to punish me! Even if I stab me, I won't blink! Please don't
Leave me behind, I really know I was wrong..." Nan Qianhe cried like a child, and had no connection with the emperor who acted vigorously and with the king's wind.
At this moment, he was just a loving man, a man who really knew that he was wrong.
Nan Liyou took a deep breath, looked up at the roof, and a trace of emotion flashed in her purple eyes. She looked and stepped out, and she felt that she shouldn't be here at this moment.