The sound of the wind is torn apart, and the murderous intent is faint.

The twelve guardians, the Shenxuan Sword Lord, and the hundred-foot dragon emitted a majestic and tremendous aura!

The fifth elder slowly put down his legs, and even took a few steps back.

He frowned and looked at Mo Qingwu who was trampled on the soles of Ye Chuyue's feet. As a master, he still retreated.

“Master…Master…”

Mo Qingwu lay on the broken ground, buried her face in the earth foam, making a whimpering sound.

Chu Yue lowered her eyes and looked at her indifferently.

In a moment—

Chu Yue moved her legs away, leaned down, and grabbed Mo Qingwu's hair suddenly, forcing her to raise her head.

Mo Qingwu had a bruised nose, a swollen face, a bloody head, and a dirty trace on her face blocked her original appearance. She looked at Chu Yue in horror and screamed loudly.

"don't want……"

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong... I really know it's wrong... I know it's wrong..."

Mo Qingwu struggled out, supported her intact hand on the ground, and kept kowtowing to Chu Yue.

Bang,

Bang.

Bang.

The sound is dull as if it is beating a drum.

"A Yue, do you still remember? You said before that you would go with me to see the peach blossoms and the fairyland on earth in Xinghai City." Mo Qingwu burst into tears and mixed with his blood. From a distance, he looked miserable and sad.

Chu Yue's expression remained unchanged, her eyebrows were slightly raised to a charming curve, and the bloodthirsty between the tips of her eyes became increasingly intense.

The horrified murderous aura seemed to break out of his body!

How could she not remember?

In the deepest part of my memory, when I first met Mo Qingwu, I was in Shenxuan’s Taohua Garden.

At that time, Mo Qingwu was ordinary and an inconspicuous rice grain, and no one even wanted to walk with her.

The original owner took the devil's hand and said gently: Xiao Wu, since no one lives with you, let's live together. I want to be my best friend with Xiao Wu.

The two of them made future expectations in Taohuayuan.

When Mo Qingwu was bullied, it was the original owner who made the lead for her, so she offended a large number of people.

Thinking of this, Chu Yue smiled slightly.

Mo Qingwu's whine recalled her thoughts.

"A Yue, I am obsessed with it. I shouldn't have hurt you and Qingluan. Everything is blamed on me."

"Please let me spend the rest of my life to make up for my mistakes and repent for my sins. A Yue, have you forgotten? We haven't seen the bright peach blossoms of the Nine Continents of the Divine Mai."

Mo Qingwu burst into tears, and the remaining hand gently grabbed Chu Yue's skirt, looked up at Chu Yue, and said with difficulty: "A Yue... I'm sorry..."

Chu Yue lowered her eyes as silent as the night, and looked indifferently at Mo Qingwu who was begging for her.

In the crowd, a disciple said, "Forgive others if you have to. Junior sister, she knows that she is wrong, let her go."

"Yes, she has admitted her mistake. What else do you want her?"

"She has paid the price for her fault, and she is sincerely repenting."

"The little junior sister in my memory is kind-hearted. I believe that the little junior sister will let her go."

“…”

Mo Qingwu kept crying and burst into tears.

Chu Yue looked back and smiled faintly: "Kind?"

The disciples looked at her with hope.

But seeing Chu Yue's eyes becoming more and more fierce, she stepped on Mo Qingwu's palm that was holding the ground.

The soft boots twisted hard for a few times, filling them with strong force until the "click" sound rang out.

Chu Yue looked at the people talking with a smile, and an extreme blood light burst out from her eyes: "Who told you that I am kind?"

Her voice became lighter and lighter, as if it was charming:
Chapter completed!