After watching for a while, Qin Yu's eyes met him.

The fifth sword is stable, with a deep gaze, but very silent.

This man has always had a strong spirit, and even if he fought and bleeded, he would not change his dignity as tall as a mountain.

A person with such a demeanor, especially a man, will not ask Qin Yu right or wrong, because the ending has been decided.

But Fang Yourong is different.

In fact, it could have been the same, she could even be more steady and calm than the fifth sword Ling, because she had never seen any danger in the mortal world.

But she always suffered a loss with Qin Yu.

Wu Daoling thinks she spoils a lot, but because men and women spoil each other differently.

If you are loved.

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Words of deception.

The reaction is probably different.

But even so, Fang Yourong didn't say anything, but looked at Qin Yu with a strange and profound look.

It seemed like she was pondering something until she heard Qin Yu speak.

However, there is no longer the timid and gentleness of the past, but there is a bit hoarse and elegant charm.

Sure enough, most of them used to be pretending.

And he pretended very well, and was very delicate in front of her and the fifth sword Ling, and liked to act coquettishly.

"Senior sister, if I wipe the corners of my mouth with you and my senior brother, would you slap me?"

Fang Yourong's face was pale, and there was a hint of red blood at the corner of her mouth. Hearing this, he raised his hand and gently wiped it off with his finger abdomen. The beauty of white and red became more and more eye-catching in her coldness, and his voice was slow and weak: "Two slaps."

Oh, so cruel.

Qin Yu sighed, "Senior sister is still angry."

Her voice had actually softened, and she deliberately refused to have strong edges in front of Fang Yourong.

Unfortunately, the more she did this, the more she was confused between Wu Dao Ling and Fang Yourong.

Fang Yourong: "It's not a question that you should be proud of your promising success."

Qin Yu: "Is that senior sister willing to let me go?"

Fang Yourong: "Can I still keep you?"

It seemed that the calm mask was exposed, and he was silent for a moment. In the heavy rain, Qin Yu said quietly: "Senior sister still doesn't believe me."

Why is this person so embarrassed to act spoiled?!!

She didn't care whether Zhang Qu and the others were recuperating there, so she pestered them to trust them?

Does it make sense?

Fang Yourong's eyelids moved slightly, and looked at her, and she was very relaxed, but she was not too slow. "Do you care about whether we believe you?"

"Of course, look at those idiots, have I paid attention to them?" Qin Yu raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Qu and others.

Zhang Qu and others: "!!!"

Fang Yourong glanced over those people without any slight or heavy eyes, and thought that Qingqiu really had the ability to check and balance these people. For some reason, she felt relieved, but her face was still dull, "Then I want to ask you a few questions."

"Senior sister said that's it."

"Can you integrate into the devil's way?"

"No, I don't like such an ugly and evil way."

"Did you have such strength five years ago, or did you get the improvement in your strength over the past five years?"

"Of course it's only later."

"Did you kill the people from the Ming and An tribe of the sect?"

"No, haven't you asked me before?"

"Did you kill Gu Chen?"

"No, how could I kill my master?"

"I've asked these questions once, don't you find it strange?"

"No, I'm willing to answer whatever my senior sister asks."

"Then why did you kill them?"

Not to mention that Qin Yu was stunned, the others were also stunned.

Qin Yu seemed to be angry and resentful, but also seemed helpless, "Senior Sister... what do you mean?"

Fang Yourong looked blank: "The sect repeatedly investigated ten times, but I just wanted to repeat it again and again to make sure you didn't lie to me."

If you need to confirm it repeatedly, it can only mean that Qingqiu is absolutely suspicious, so suspicious that even if Fang Yourong wants to believe her, she will not be able to overcome the level in her heart in the end.

This is Fang Yourong's most hesitant side.

Ming Chu felt sad inexplicably. When he looked at Qin Yu again, he found that she showed sincerity.

"Senior sister, don't worry, I will never lie to you. What I said just now is true."

There is no flaw, and I will get one sincerity.

She has already grasped the situation. Who is her enemy here? She is willing to surrender and promise, isn't it worth trusting?

But it is precisely because of her strength, what she used to be.

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Disguise, as if it was all overturned.

True and false, vague, she is a mystery, a mystery that you cannot control and can't solve.

but.

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I still trust those who desire to trust her.

Fang Yourong's eyebrows slowly stretched out, and the pale and bloody lips gradually returned to a little warmth. He was about to speak, but he was stunned.

Not only them, but others, all had their expressions dull because they saw the space behind Qin Yu twisting, twisting and rippling like a mirror.

The water vapor was steaming, and a bathtub was very large and looked a little hazy, but you could still vaguely see a woman standing under the water with her naked back.

Not very clear, very vague.

This is like a picture seen from the owner's perspective. It appears abruptly, the content is not very clear, and it does not conform to the current scene and situation at all.

Paralysis, mirage?

So everyone's expressions were stunned, but.

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Fang Yourong and the fifth sword Ling had a subtle expression, because the snow-white back that appeared in the hazy blur always looked familiar. Even though it was blurry, they still felt familiar, as if they had seen it once.

Just as everyone was suspicious, the woman seemed to turn her face, her eyes closer, and gradually became clear about her face, wet, beautiful and beautiful. There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and a look back seemed to have touched the thoughts in everyone's hearts.

That is a vicious, murderous, ruthless side.

Suddenly, it transformed and blurred, like a clip taken by a person's short-term soul thoughts. Perhaps the two most memorable scenes in that battle, one vaguely faded away, the other twisted, and the other saw it in the gap in the fingertips after being held on his face with one hand.

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She was condescending, with the same face, the same cold and ruthlessness.

She killed him.

"Qing...Qiu..."

A sentence shouted in the depths of the soul is intermittent, long and far, like the end of a dream, and also like a continuation.

It quickly dissipated, the content was shocking, but some people also doubted - where did it come from?

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To be continued...