Chapter 1850 [Shangxie] Tombstone

Xueyanshu rolled away.

Just as Mu Ningqing said, if she had dared to bet on Xia Fuyan and her own status in the Sect Master's heart many years ago, now she no longer dared to bet on her and Xia Fuyi's status in the Sect Master's heart.

Walking out of the room, the masked woman touched her veil with trembling fingers, and her mind was a little dazed for a moment.

wrong.

In fact, she didn't win the bet last time, and lost miserably.

Her opponent has never been the soft-hearted Xia Fuyan, but the always silent and cold Xia Fuyi who stands behind Xia Fuyan.

In the end, Xia Fuyan died, but she didn't have a good ending.

The entire Linglong Pavilion was massacred, and she herself was scratched on the face.

But in the end, the culprit was alive and well and suffered no loss at all.

Xue Yanshu's breathing became more and more rapid. Almost every time she thought of what happened many years ago, she could not control herself. Extreme fear and extreme hatred surged into her heart, making her stumble even when walking.

She staggered away, touching her veil. She was afraid that she would lose control and break into the room. She was afraid that she would lose control and want to kill Xia Fuyi. She was even more afraid that after being killed by Xia Fuyi, even her corpse would not receive any regretful look from the man, and the culprit who killed her would not receive any punishment at all in the end, just like many years ago.

Hearing the footsteps running away as if avoiding pursuit, Xia Fuyi finally groped her way to sit down at the table.

Because her sense of touch had not fully recovered, she could not walk steadily and staggered a few steps. The people around her still did not seem to want to lend a hand to help.

Xia Fuyi felt the cold gazes cast upon her, but she didn't care. After sitting down, she fumbled to pour herself a cup of tea.

After taking a sip slowly, she said,

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Mu Ningqing paused for a moment, then sneered,

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you this? Don't you have anything you want to say?"

Xia Fuyi lowered her head and seemed to be lost in thought.

But she didn't know that the young man was staring at her closely, from her long black hair, the white cloth covering her eyes, to the soft and graceful lines under the cloth, and the red teardrop mole under her eye.

That look was both cold and hot, tangled and hateful, and full of contradictory emotions that were pulling at one's own strings.

Until Xia Fuyi finished thinking, raised his head and answered very seriously,

"I have nothing to say."

Mu Ningqing was stunned, then almost fell backwards in anger, gritting his teeth and forcing out a cold laugh.

"In that case, then I don't have any either."

He turned up his sleeves and walked towards the window. When he left, he paused slightly and said coldly,

"Luoying has erected a tombstone for your sister. It's at the Lanjing Pavilion behind the mountain."

Xia Fuyi was stunned, and then there was a sound of fluttering clothes, and Mu Ningqing quickly disappeared outside the window.

She was blindfolded and looked towards the window in a daze.

After so long, why does this apprentice still have the habit of climbing through the window when entering my room?

As she thought about it, she gently rubbed the amber in her hand and soon began to sweat.

It feels like tension, like escape, and like sadness.

After a long time, she finally stood up slowly and walked towards the door.

You have to go and see it.

She thought.

The door was pushed open. The house was built on a cliff halfway up the mountain. Outside the window, beneath the green mountains were deep ravines, and beyond the corridor outside the door, there were endless green forests.

The cry of a bird startled everyone, and it flew away in the blink of an eye. The crisp and sharp sound echoed among the mountains, and along with the wind, it swept across the snow-white robe corners and black feather-like hair of the girl in white.