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Rong Qianzhi raised his eyes, his eyes passed over Murong Xie, and looked at Gong Mohan.

The man was calm and handsome, his eyes were so dark that it seemed to be hidden in it at night.

She bit her lip and looked at him and said, "If you let him go, I will go back with you."

No matter how much she makes a fuss, no matter how much she quarrels, but Rong Qianzhi knows very well that she loves Gong Mohan, and Gong Mohan loves her too.

Hearing this, Ling Youjue's hand hanging beside him clenched suddenly, but he did not make a sound immediately.

Gong Mohan narrowed his phoenix eyes: "You care so much about him?"

"I..." Rong Qianzhi opened his mouth and wanted to explain. He didn't care. But Gong Mohan didn't want to give her any more explanation. He suddenly sank his voice: "Okay, very good, I will fulfill you!" After saying that, Gong Mohan stretched out towards Jingyun and rushed towards him.

Take action: "Sword!"

Jingyun was confused, but he still handed the sword in his hand to Gong Mohan.

Gong Mohan took the sword, pinched a wisp on his chest, and then slashed it.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, Rong Qianzhi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the blood on his face disappeared.

Gong Mohan pinched the thread of the broken thread and said, "From Qianzhi, from today on, we will be dispelled from our love and righteousness, and we will be unfamiliar from now on!"

Every word is heartbroken, Rong Qianzhi heard his heartbreaking voice.

"Ming Mohan, you are cruel enough!" Murong Xie said gritting his teeth. He didn't expect that Gong Mohan, who always regarded stopping as a treasure, became so fast that he actually cut off his love. He could really do it!

A layer of mist was covered in Rong Qianzhi's eyes. She watched Gong Mohan let go of his hand. The wisp of the broken scattered with the wind. No trace was found anymore. Her heart was ashes, but she bit her lip and did not let herself cry.

Yes, this is her choice, and she must bear such consequences!

"Okay, take care of me." After saying that, Rong Qianzhi said to Murong Xie again: "Brother Murong, I can leave myself, you don't have to send me away."

"Stop..."

Murong Xie was worried, but Rong Qianzhi almost interrupted him: "Don't worry, I won't have anything to do."

After saying that, she didn't wait for Murong Xie to speak out and ran away with the "shadow-moving magic step".

"Shadow Movement" is the unique skill of the Rong family, and Ling Youjue can do it. After he looked at Gong Mohan deeply, he almost left.

Murong Xie could see that Ling Youjue would not hurt Rong Qianzhi. After thinking about it, he did not bring people to chase him. Instead, he looked at Gong Mohan and said coldly: "Gong Mohan, are you satisfied now? I hope you don't regret it in the future!"

Gong Mohan seemed to have not heard Murong Xie say anything at all. His eyes as deep as Gutan kept looking at the direction where Rong Qianzhi left.

...

Tears blurred her vision, the wind whistled in her ears, Rong Qianzhi didn't know how long she had run, until she could no longer run, she fell on the sand by the river with a plop.

Instead of getting up immediately, she lay on the ground and cried loudly.

The rolling river water was noisy, and it seemed that it could not cover up Rong Qianzhi's heartbroken cry at this time.

Ling Youjue came to Rong Qianzhi's side. He stretched out his hand and wanted to pull Rong Qianzhi up, but he thought about it and then shrank his hand back, just sat next to Rong Qianzhi and quietly accompanied her.

After a while, Rong Qianzhi finally cried. She looked up and saw Ling Youjue. She suddenly got up and said angrily: "Now you are happy and satisfied, aren't you?"

"Stop, I'm not happy or satisfied." Ling Youjue stood up, patted the sand on his body gently, and said, "Watching the woman he likes crying to death for other men, do you think, can I be happy?"

"I like it? You deserve it too!" As he said that, Rong Qianzhi pulled out the Zixiao Sword and pressed against her neck. She looked at Ling Youjue coldly.

"Stop, what are you doing?" Ling Youjue said hurriedly.

"What did you say I do? I have nothing now. Life and death are no longer important to me. If you follow me again, you can collect my body!"

"Stop, you forgot, we are 'connected to the same fate'!" Ling Youjue's eyes flashed slightly.

Rong Qianzhi sneered: "Even if that is true, okay, let's die together. I think there will be no next life this time!"

"Stop, don't be impulsive!"

"roll……"

Before Rong Qianzhi could finish his speech, his body suddenly became numb, his eyes turned black, and he fainted. Ling Youjue hurriedly caught Rong Qianzhi's shaking body and looked at the side and said, "Grandma."

Yin Sanniang appeared and glared at Ling Youjue unhappily: "A Jue, if grandma doesn't come, you can't do anything about this girl?"

"How could it be? My grandson was just afraid that she would hurt herself." Ling Youjue helped Rong Qianzhi put away the Zixiao Sword and hug her horizontally.

Yin Sanniang hummed: "She doesn't have you in her heart. What do you care about her so much? Ajue, don't be stupid."

"Grandma, do you believe in life?"

"If you believe in this thing, you will have it; if you don't believe in it, you will have it."

"Grandma, I believe that when I was very young, a master had calculated my fortune. He said that my love journey was bumpy, but the ending was perfect, so I believe that I and Zhizhi will definitely be happy in the future."

"Silly child, I hope it will be as you wish." Yin Sanniang looked at Rong Qianzhi who had fainted and did not say anything more.

"Grandma, let's go back."

"good."

Yin Sanniang and Ling Youjue brought Rong Qianzhi back to the bamboo forest. When Rong Qianzhi woke up, it was already dawn.

Listening to the birds outside the house, Rong Qianzhi sat up suddenly. She looked around. The house was very small, with simple furnishings and the walls were made of bamboo. Could it be that this is the residence of Yin Sanniang and Ling Youjue?

Just as she was thinking, she saw the door being pushed open. A white mother-in-law walked in with a bottle of wine. She said, "Girl, I'm awake."

"Grandma Yin?" Rong Qianzhi looked at Yin Sanniang carefully and saw that although she was already white, her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were bright. She guessed that she should be Ling Youjue's grandmother Yin Sanniang.

"Well, it's me, Ajue is my grandson. He likes you very much. I plan to let you get married tonight." Yin Sanniang did not beat around the bush at all, and directly expressed her purpose.

"Mother-in-law, I don't like him. The forced melon is not sweet. Don't you want him to be happy?" Rong Qianzhi looked at Yin Sanniang and said lightly.

"My old woman doesn't understand what happiness is. I only know what Ajue likes, I like it. I will snatch it for him. Girl, you should be ready to be Ajue's bride." After that, Yin Sanniang went out. If it were before, Rong Qianzhi was naturally angry, but at this moment, there was no turmoil in her heart. Her parents had them and did not need her to worry about each other. Gong Mohan had broken up with her, and she didn't need her to worry about her. What else did she have at this time?
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