At this time, Qingyan seemed to be aware of his current situation, so he crossed his hands across his chest and was ready to fight.

The nails on her ten fingers were now stretched longer and sharper, like a bat's fangs, and like ten dangling knives, which caught people's eyes.

The nails, which were originally as green as grass, also turned red in an instant, a blood-like red, and the red was gradually deepening, turning into a deep purple.

Then, for some reason, it slowly turned cyan again, like ten dancing snakes, spitting red letters waiting to be eaten.

It is obvious that at this moment, these ten nails are already covered with venom, and they are no longer just simple nails, but deadly weapons.

It was as if she was waiting for the right moment to strike the final blow.

Kuaidao shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly, and then, leaning against the table, half-squatting and half-sitting on it, crossed his hands on his chest, and said lightly:

In the past 20 years, I know that your life must be very difficult and stressful, but why should you be forced to do so hard?

Qingyan sneered, shook his fingers, and said coldly: Don't you still understand, what is the reason why I am the way I am today?

Kuaidao wanted to laugh at Fang, but he couldn't laugh.

His hands, which had been immaculate, seemed to have become stiff at the moment.

He knocked lightly on the table, making a monotonous and dull sound, bang, bang, bang, I don't know if it was because he didn't know how to answer her words, or because he didn't want to answer.

Qingyan's ten fingers swayed, like the tail of a rattlesnake before attacking, and her expression was even more eerie.

Sycamore and Red Willow looked at her, their faces full of horror.

I don't know if I was frightened by Qingyan's weird expression and cruel killing intent, or if I was preparing for an attack that she was going to launch at any time.

However, Lan Yutang was still smiling slightly, smiling lazily and freely, as if the murderous aura in the room had nothing to do with him.

And the immortal jade flute in his hand, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, jumped in the light and shadow of the dim oil lamp on the table.

The color on the green smoke finger knife is getting darker and darker, and it is getting greener and greener.

If this is really a weapon to kill, then I am afraid that there is no more vicious and formidable weapon in this world.

Just as Wutong said the word "be careful", her ten-fingered knife was already attacking the defenseless swift knife like a poisonous snake.

When Qingyan's ten-fingered poisonous knife attacked, it seemed to have transformed into ten poisonous snakes, opening its long fangs, attacking all the key points in the direction.

And when these ten-fingered poisonous knives were about to attack the "shoulder point" of the opposite side, they suddenly transformed into hundreds, thousands, and thousands of finger knives, like the fangs of ten thousand poisonous snakes.

If it was said that before the illusion fission, the fast knife Xiang Fang might have been able to barely dodge, but now, these tens of millions of finger knives are like thousands of sharp arrows shot over, and they have been intertwined into a wall of arrows in front of Xiang Fang.

No matter which way he dodges, no matter where he dodges, he will eventually be hit.

And no matter which part is struck by these finger knives that are poured with the venom of the world's most yin and poison, they will definitely die.

However, Xiang Fang did not hide.

He didn't even move.

It was just a moment of lightning and fire, and he suddenly made a move.

However, no one could see clearly how he made the move, and they saw that the tens of millions of ten-fingered poisonous knives that Qing Yan had conjured up suddenly disappeared.

Then, only a few crisp sounds were heard, like the sound of leaves falling on the ground, and the sound of flowing water gently hitting the surface of a melting river.

Gentle, fluttery ......

All was quiet again.

And at this time, the fast knife Xiang Fang was still gently tapping on the table without rhythm, bang, bang, bang, emitting a dull and monotonous sound, as if it had never stopped.

And Qingyan's fang-like nails, which were originally as sharp as knives and as fierce as poisonous snakes, suddenly fell off, like the glass on the eaves that were blown off by the wind in winter.

Those crisp sounds were the sound of Qingyan's nails being broken.

The broken nail fell gently to the ground.

And Xiang Fang's thin, gentle, leaf-like knife still hung on his waist, but Qingyan's finger knife suddenly fell off and was cut off alive.

The world is business as usual, the changes happen in this instant, everything is a certainty, as if the previous life was destined to happen like this.

Looking at this instantaneous change, Qingyan stumbled back a few steps, and then, leaning against the pillar next to him, slowly sat down, sat down, sat down......

Her face grew whiter, whiter, whiter...... until there is no blood.

Her eyes had slowly turned gray, completely losing their brilliance, as if the quick knife that had just swung at Fang not only cut off her sharp ten fingers, but also cut off her right to light.

And around her neck, there was a thin red thread, from the root of her left ear to the root of her right ear, gently, slightly, so thin that it was almost impossible to see, as thin as a capillary growing there.

At the beginning, the line was thin, as thin as a red line, but it was slowly getting thicker and more noticeable.

Eventually, it became a rope, the kind of red rope that the little girl used to tie her hair.

Just before the red willow and the sycamore could see what was going on, they saw that the red rope suddenly expanded, like a river bank bursting with embankment.

The red blood spurted to the ground, like the petals of a ripe rose blown off by the wind.

And Qingyan's head was like a ripe papaya, slowly hanging down from his neck, hanging down, and then, falling to the ground, rolling to the side.

Her eyes were still wide open, looking to the square.

However, at this moment, when her eyes were looking at the direction of the quick knife, there was no pain, no resentment, and there was even a hint of a smile on the corner of her mouth.

These smiling eyes looked at Xiang Fang, full of satisfaction and relief.

To be able to die at the hands of a loved one maybe, perhaps, be a kind of happiness.

This time, she was really dead.

However, no one knows how she died, and no one knows when she died.

She was like an autumn leaf on the branches in this late autumn season, and suddenly, she was blown off by those autumn winds.

And at this moment, the fast knife was still knocking on the table, making a dull and monotonous sound, bang, bang......

However, his eyes were lost.

He got up, gently walked to the side of Qingyan's head that rolled down in the corner, slowly squatted down, opened his five fingers, closed Qingyan's eyes that were still open, and muttered: Why are you suffering?

Then, standing up, he took off his robe and gently covered her corpse, and he didn't know if it was full of sorrow or guilt in his eyes.

Wutong walked over, leaned on his shoulder, and whispered: "Are you sad that she is dead?" After all, she is the woman who once liked you?

Xiang Fang didn't speak, just took her hand and slowly walked out of the Lonely Smoke Inn.

Slowly, so slowly that I almost had no strength.