"I know, Senior Brother Mu, it's not too early, I'll go first......"

Qin Wanwan left in despair, her face was pale to a certain extent, and there was an imperceptible resentment hidden in her dark eyes, which was extremely deep.

A bright moon hanging in the night sky.

The moonlight fell miserably, casting mottled shadows on the ground through the intertwined branches of leaves.

Qin Wanwan didn't know where she had gone, looking at everything strange around her, she suddenly had a feeling of being abandoned by the whole world.

She suddenly laughed twice, the moonlight shone on the girl's pale face, Qin Wanwan's laughter gradually expanded, she laughed until tears were about to come out, and her waist bent down.

Qin Wanwan, Qin Wanwan, how stupid are you?

What Qin Wanwan will never forget is the picture of the gentle senior sister handing her a sugar gourd.

"Come, senior sister, please eat sugar gourd."

Everyone was bullying her at the time.

Only Song Yu'er helped Qin Wanwan, even if it was just her whim.

A senior sister has become Qin Wanwan's lifelong obsession.

If Qin Wanwan relied on and respected this senior sister before, then now, how much she hates her.

The girl's slender body trembled slightly, and her eyes turned red from the thick resentment, and in the night, she looked like a demon crawling up from hell.

Song Yu'er, how can you, how can you do this to me......

I trust you so much, and you betray me.

"You're damned, you're damned......"

Fu Yue, who was hiding in the shadows, saw the whole process of Qin Wanwan's transformation from pain and despair to blackening, the girl's expression was very calm, except for the occasional mocking smile.

Qin Wanwan tasted the pain suffered by Jiang Xi in her previous life, and even more than that.

Therefore, as long as Qin Wanwan is killed now, her task should be completed.

Fu Yue nodded in satisfaction, she was obviously satisfied with her performance.

Murder and heart.

It is the best way to destroy a person.

*

The previous Fu Yue retreated for a while, waited and waited, but found that he obviously felt that his adulthood was approaching, but it just didn't come, and it was estimated that there was still a lack of opportunities.

There's not much to do.

Fu Yue went to find Fanxiu.

In the name of beauty, contact feelings.

*

As soon as he pushed open the door of the meditation room, Fan Xiu felt that something was wrong, and the strange breath in the room came to his face.

The snow-clad monk raised his clear eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on the red-clothed banshee on the couch, vaguely cold.

And then there was the confusion.

Fan Xiu clenched the Buddha beads in his hand, lowered his eyelashes, and said flatly: "Why are you here?" ”

As he spoke, he stepped in and closed the door, his movements soft and natural, pleasing to the eye just by looking at him.

Fu Yue lay on his side as if he had no bones, half-raised his eyes, and his narrow peach blossom eyes seemed to be seducing.

An ethereal and seductive voice gradually sounded.

"Holy monk, am I beautiful?"

Fan Xiu subconsciously glanced at her, then quickly looked away, folded his hands, and said softly: "The poor monk is a monk, and the donor shouldn't ask me this." ”

Fu Yue continued to tease him.

"I don't believe it."

"If you open your eyes and look at me, I don't believe that your heart is really like water."

The snow-clad monk raised his eyes and looked at him with a cold and indifferent gaze.

The four eyes are facing each other, for a long time.