There was silence around, and all eyes were on the shimmering sword. Xiaofeng was also looking at this sword, he knew it was a compromise.
It was a compromise between Demon Lord and Mrs. Bones.
No matter how Ding Yun was, he was already dead after all.
Mozun and Mrs. Bones were never willing to laugh at the wind to pay for his life.
But about Qingkui, he must explain to the entire demons. Killing her personally is of course the most perfect explanation. Mrs. White Bone raised Yan Fang and managed the demons since she was a child, and she has always thought well.
Laughing wind slowly stretched out his hand and held the sword on the ground.
The hilt of the sword studded with gems was shockingly cold. He stood up with his sword and slowly came to Qingkui. Qingkui's body was blood red, her eyes drooping, she could only see the black gold embroidered boots.
She slowly raised her eyes, and the man in front of her was unremoved, with cold eyes. Not long ago, he was holding the ginseng fruit he had gotten from hard work and presented it to her like a treasure. And now, he was still in front of her, just holding a sword in his hand.
Qingkui raised the corners of her mouth and gave a wry smile.
Beside, Empress Devil angered and said, "Liguang Qingkui, as long as you recruit the murderer who killed Dingyun in public, this palace can protect you from death!"
She had already understood that Madame White Bone and Demon Zun Yanfang wanted Keep the ridicule. After all, there are only two sons left of Mozun, and Udai is impulsive, and he is definitely not a good candidate to succeed Mozun.
The only possibility to kill Xiaofeng is to prove in public that he was indeed the murderer who killed Dingyun. As long as Qingkui is willing to identify him in full view, it is the Demon Lord and Mrs. Bone, and there will be nothing to say.
Laughing Feng slowly raised his hand, pressing the tip of the sword against Qingkui's throat. Mrs. Bone urged: "Feng'er, what are you waiting for!"
Qingkui wiped the blood on her face with her sleeves, adjusted her dress, then raised her head and showed him a smile.
I have never been so moved in my life.
Naturally, he never hurt.
But laugh at the wind, look at it. At this point, I still hope you can remember my face. Just like you standing in front of me, still looking like me reluctantly.
The water in her eyes flashed, like the moonlight that pierced the sky: "I don't know the death of Dingyun." She still killed the initial rhetoric, and denied the queen's last hope.
Xiaofeng said softly: "I'm sorry." After the words were over, he sent the sword in his hand forward. Qingkui closed her eyes, but did not seal her throat with the sword she had imagined. The wind was blowing in front of her, and she was taken into a solid embrace.
In the hall, someone shouted angrily: "Laughing at the wind!"
Qing Kui opened his eyes, and saw that the scythe in Liaofeng's hand was swiping, with a devilish spirit, and swept Chen Fa.
Half-bright and half-dark lights and shadows interlaced, Qingkui almost cried: "Laughing at the wind, don't do this, you can't get out!"
Laughing at the red eyes, but smiling at the corners of his lips, he said, "You don't believe me. ." The voice was wronged like a child of two to three hundred catties.
I don't know who attacked from the side. The halberd passed the green sunflower's temples, but was cut off by greed. Qing Kuiyi entered the arms of mocking wind, listening to his heartbeat, once and then, calmed the horror and displacement in the world.
Someone's blood splashed on her cheeks, from warm to cold. Qing Kui watched the man holding her, smashing a bloody path in the sky and swords. The light of Twilight Road fell on him, half bright and half dark.
I'm so stupid, mocking the wind, how could I think you are going to kill me. I should be convinced, even if my life is gone and my heart is broken.