The shoulder armor was buckled, Tuoba Qin's breath was slightly sluggish, his eyes remained calm, and looked at the handsome face with hidden anger in front of him.
"Xiaoqin'er, the master has explained that it has nothing to do with flower warping!" Ji Lan's calm voice picked out the topic again.
His temperament would not hesitate to say more, but now he is willing to explain it to her again and again.
Tuobaqin felt a pain somewhere in his heart.
Her eyes were slightly sad. "Ji LAN night, I have made it very clear that we have nothing to do with each other anymore. Whether you have anything to do with Huaqiao or not, I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. Do you understand?"
Ji Lan's night eyes were completely cold, "why?"
Tuobaqin turned his head slightly and smiled. Then he looked at him with calm eyes. "It doesn't matter to us since the moment you left me five years ago."
Ji Lan's eyes narrowed slightly at night suddenly shrunk a few circles. A trace of panic like emotion flashed across her handsome face. Her throat shrugged slightly and stared at her cold and determined face. Her voice was slightly astringent, "do you remember?"
Tuobaqin smiled, but the smile was cold. He didn't speak or look at him again. He brushed away his hand and turned to walk forward.
Her straight back and no pause showed her firm belief not to look back.
Step by step, out of his world.
Ji LAN night's fist was closed again and again. She suffocated in her heart. It was more painful than the moment she learned that she was unconscious.
The pair of eyes that looked like they could see through the world tightly locked her back.
However, there is no step forward.
It's not that I don't want to move forward, I don't want to catch her and leave her.
His little qin'er, he has been watching the little qin'er who grew up, his only belief in survival in his life.
He knows her.
He knows her pride, her coquetry and her stubbornness.
She hated him for lying to her. She hated him for leaving without saying goodbye. She hated him for taking away her five years of good time.
She hates him, he understands.
He stood in the crowd, his eyes chasing the quiet figure.
Like a strong tree, standing for a long time, but it only breaks people's heart.
Hua Qiao got up from the ground and walked towards him. He looked at him pitifully, and tentatively stretched out his hands towards him.
But at the moment when he was about to meet him, he brushed him away.
Hua Qiao felt a pain in his heart. He ran up again and hugged his arm tightly. "My Lord, and Hua Qiao, Hua Qiao will never betray my Lord and never leave my Lord. Hua Qiao will always accompany my Lord."
Ji LAN wantonly scraped and swept the huge black waves in her eyes, rolling and crashing.
He tightened his lips and his face was broken with a trace of collapse and madness.
Like a lone wolf, he guards his own lonely territory alone, and no one will ever step into it.
Suddenly, he angrily pinched Huaqiao's neck.
His eyes were as red as blood, and his clear face was distorted by anger and silence.
Ji LAN night at this moment is lonely and dangerous.
Hua Qiao looked at the strong murderous spirit in his eyes.
Shoulders tremble and lips turn white.
The whole body was shaking wildly, "Lord, Lord, I'm Huaqiao, I'm Huaqiao"!
The body suddenly flew out of her hand and drew a high arc in the air.
The crowd was startled, but they couldn't help but retreat.
Flower warping was like freezing in the air, and the brain was blank. At that moment, the body was cold, as if it had died.
But it didn't hit the cold ground.
Body caught.
Hua Qiao opened her eyes wide and breathed intermittently. Her eyes were in a trance and couldn't speak.
And the arms around her trembled slightly.
The frightened color on Zhen Ehua Lin's face still hasn't faded, if he hadn't arrived.
Flowers fall like this. It's more or less dangerous!
Ji Lan's whole body was still covered with a layer of black wings, making public the strong murderous spirit of strangers do not disturb.
And Huaqiao became the first object he wanted to kill.
Seeing him coming forward, Zhen Ehua Lin's heart tightened and unconsciously stepped back.
After what he had just done, he could almost conclude that he was not his opponent.
He tried his best to keep his mind steady. Zhene Hualin looked at him calmly. "Ji LAN night, Princess Qin has returned home safely. Please let qiao'er live. Hua Lin promised that qiao'er will never appear in front of you again in this life."
"No, no, I can't, I can't!" Hua Qiao thought back slightly. At first glance, her heart seemed empty and flustered.
She would rather die at his hands today than leave him!
There is always a kind of people in the world who are paranoid about things and would rather destroy them if they can't get them. Throughout their life, they are firm in their obsession, even if it can never be realized.
And Huaqiao is such a person.
She loved Ji Lanye and fell in love with him from the first time she met.
She loves his outstanding demeanor, looks at his invincible country and city, and loves his outstanding ability. She can't do anything without him.
So, from that moment on, she vowed to get him at all costs!
"Qiao'er, have you had enough!" Zhen Ehua Lin was angry and turned blue.
Hua Qiao shook his head violently and broke away from him. However, his legs softened because of the just scare and he could hardly stand.
Fortunately, Zhen Ehua Lin has a quick eye and hands to help her.
Flower Qiao can only see Ji LAN night in her eyes at the moment. Even if he looks at her eyes now, he has only hatred and murderous spirit.
She tilted her chin high and put all her eggs in one basket. "My Lord, Huaqiao would rather die than leave me. If I insist on killing Huaqiao, Huaqiao will die without regret!"
Ji Lan was silent at night, and her breath seemed cold. There was no trace of popularity. He walked slowly towards her.
Hold her hand without hesitation.
Hua Qiao was held by him and immediately felt suffocation. He reached out and held his hand, and his eyes soon turned white.
Zhen Ehua Lin turned pale with fear and attacked Ji LAN night.
Ji LAN looked at him coldly at night and suddenly waved her sleeves. Zhen Ehua Lin was hit by a huge force and fell to the ground.
And Ji LAN night holds the hand of flower warped neck, but she keeps trying again.
But there was no hurry to let her die.
It's like playing a game called "fear", which makes her experience fear and helplessness in the face of death bit by bit.
If it hadn't been for her, his little qin'er might not have recovered his memory so soon, and now
Ji LAN night's world, Ji LAN night's life and the only reason for Ji LAN night's existence seem to be gone.
And all this is thanks to her.
Die, she must die!
The fingertips plunge in.
The flowers curled up with their lips open and their eyes bulging out.
When she thought she really died like this, her body was suddenly pulled from the back, then thrown out and hit the ground heavily. Maybe she was too frightened, and she gushed out a mouthful of blood.
Then his eyes turned white and passed out.
Zhen Ehua Lin's eyes shrunk slightly and hurried forward to hold her.
Ji LAN night Ling Ling looked at the person in front of her, and there was a long-standing black haze in her eyes.
"Ji LAN night, this is the Dongling city. How can you kill indiscriminately!" Tuoba Rui frowned at him, but his eyes looked coldly at the flowers in the arms of Zhen Ehua Lin.
Qin'er walked back to the house. Before he could ask her, she asked him to come and have a look.
It is said that the prince of UTA has been kind to her, and she wants to repay her kindness.
He heard vaguely, but he couldn't help her pleading and rushed over.
The cold on Ji LAN night made him suddenly think of the night that Ji Cang night was twisted.
Ji LAN night didn't speak, and his eyes flashed nameless sadness. His arrival in time was bound to be that his little Qin son had returned to the house.
She doesn't want him to kill her!
If she doesn't want him to kill, he won't!
Just like five years ago, she asked him to kill Ji cangye, so he killed him!
Tuoba Rui turned his eyes and looked at Ji Lanye. He was about to speak, but he had turned and left. His back was bleak and cold.