Why did Mo die? Who poisoned it? Who wants to kill her? Obviously no one knows her in this place, right?


    Clothing through what Mo has eaten during this period and the people he comes into contact with. At this time, my mind was always a little clearer.


    Kitchen.


    When I pulled out Mo''s sword in anger, rushed to her house panting and broke into her room, the Chiu sitting at the table was calmly fiddling with the exquisite seven-string guqin in front of me.


    Wearing a gorgeous red outfit that was no less than Yu Mo, the piano player ended up playing the heartbreaking piano music with a smile.


    "A Yu, you are here."


    My hands trembled and I drove the narrow Tang Dao to her neck.


    "Today is my wedding day...you didn''t come. Did you poison and kill Mo?"


    The cold light of the blade shows its incomparable destructive power. Compared with the cold moonlight, the blade emits a more breathtaking momentum.


    Even though he was held by a knife, Chin''s expression did not seem panic.


    It would be better to say that her red face, which was decorated with rouge, emitted a bright light.


    Her eyes met me without any fear.


    "Yes."


    As she smiled and nodded, I felt a dizzy turn.


    No matter how much I explained myself or excused her, when Zhiyuan admitted it personally, I finally couldn''t help but fall into a collapse.


    "Why!?"


    I endured the desire to roar, lowered my voice, and suppressed the urge to kill her.


    "A Zhu, do you really want to spend your whole life with that witch?"


    "She is not a witch!"


    Swish—


    Like a flash of setting sun, blood gradually oozed out of the kite''s clothes.


    I cut her shoulders open, and under her torn clothes, her frosty and snow-like skin was so white that it was so thrilling, while the blood oozing out of the wound on her shoulders was like a red rose that kept blooming.


    Facing the shocking wound, Zhiyuan just frowned slightly and smiled happier.


    "Azhu, it hurts so much, but if it was the pain you gave me, I''m so happy."


    "You''re crazy."


    "I like you, why did you abandon me?"


    "I…"


    The hand holding the knife kept trembling, and I put the tip of the knife on her neck again.


    Just now, I hesitated just now. I should have cut her neck open to avenge Mo.


    Although the blade did not touch her neck at all, as my anger deepened, the knife energy that overflowed from the knife had left slight blood marks on the flawless neck of Zhike.