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Luo Xi stared at the black coffin and forced a smile. Iler eyes gradually flashed with grievance and finally turned into a touch of ruthlessness.
She stood up, lifted her white dress, and ran towards the coffin. Her voice was filled with unwillingness and despair.
âBrother Liu, Xun. er is here to accompany you â¦â
He hit his forehead hard on it.
Blood flowed down.
Martyrdom.
Although Luo Xi was pampered, she was truly infatuated with Liu Feng. Now that Liu Feng was dead, she actually followed him without hesitation. That move just now really did not leave any room for mercy.
Luo Xi had gone with the determination to force herself to her death. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Seeing this, Meng piaopiaoâs body swayed and she almost fell down.
The mourning Hall was in chaos.
If Qi Chen knew that Meng piaopiao wanted to deal with him, he probably would not take it to heart.
For so many years, he had countless enemies. Which one of them could really kill him? He was immune to poison and his martial arts had reached the peak. Ordinary weapons could not hurt him at all.
It was no exaggeration to say that if Qi Chen had not surrendered, no one in this world could do anything to him.
While Liu Fengâs side was in chaos, Fu minâs side was in a completely different situation.
In the room of the inn.
Ji qinglin was holding a thin object in his hand. After chasing Fu min for a while, he stopped and looked helpless.
âCome over here and trust me.â
âNo,â Fu Shang shook his head and backed away.
She didnât know what was wrong with this person, but he bought a box of conch Dai and brought it over, saying that he wanted to draw her eyebrows.
Fu Shang was speechless.
At that time, she almost thought that she had heard wrong.
Ji qinglin appeared in front of Fu min in a flash. He grabbed her wrist with one hand and pressed himself against her. He rubbed his high nose against Fu minâs face, looking a little soft.
âYouyou, promise meâ¦â
She was acting coquettishly.
Ever since Fu min tacitly acknowledged Ji qinglinâs so-called fiancee that day, this man seemed to have opened up his six meridians. He was in a crazy mode and would tease Fu min from time to time.
Fu Shang tried to persuade Ji qinglin, but he sighed helplessly, ââWhatâs so fun about Hua Mei? Be good, letâs go practice our sword.â
The red-robed swordsmanâs handsome eyebrows twitched. A smile appeared on his beautiful and exquisite face, and his thin lips parted.
âPractice the sword? How can sword practice be compared to the joy of drawing eyebrows for my wifeâs boudoir?â
Ji qinglinâs voice was full of youthfulness. He lowered his voice a little, which made it even more magnetic and seductive.
His temperament was really too upright. Even if he frivolously called out âwife,â it did not make people feel that he was reckless, but instead made people blush.
Fu Shang,â Mother, wife?â
The red-robed swordsmanâs eyes curved into crescents as he laughed, and it was as if there were stars in his eyes.
âYouâll be my wife sooner or later, so whatâs wrong with me calling you two days in advance?â
Fu Shang,â Youâre not allowed to scream.â
â Wife-wife, wife, wife ⦠-Ji qinglin said.
In the end, the eyebrows were not drawn.
The swordsman in red put the eyebrow pencil in his hand on the table, hugged the girl he loved in front of him, and pressed her down on the bed. His slender fingers clasped the back of her head, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
Deep affection.
âWifey, if one day, you find out that I lied to you, will you be angry?â
When they were in deep love.
The red-robed swordsman whispered into Fu Shangâs ear. His tone was cautious and he was trying to test Fu Shang..