Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

Fu Yue was only wearing a snow-white coat, a thin and slender figure, and the dagger in her hand.

Sharp and sharp.

Only a slight difference will cut a man's white neck.

There was no expression on Fu Yue's face, her face was pale, and her eyes were extremely dark. Looking at it this way, she was a little bit cold.

This person is definitely not Yan Qi.

Not her sweetie.

There was a panic in his mind, and the blankness of confusion made Fu Yue almost unable to hold the dagger in his hand.

Little Tiantian has no trace of existence in the six reincarnations, but he can always accompany her one after another in small worlds.

He is not an ordinary mortal.

If it were just gone, then she would never find that person again.

Xue Bai's fingertips were trembling, and Fu Yue pressed her lips slightly, her eyes turned a little, and the thick ink almost smeared.

The man was silent for a while.

Only slightly raised his hand, pinched Fu Yue's hand holding the dagger, and opened his lips indifferently: "The dagger is sharp, let it go, I'm afraid you will hurt yourself."

His voice sounded extremely weak, as if he was talking about something unrelated to him, it was indifference carved in his bones.

Being held by the beauty opposite.

The coolness from your fingertips.

Fu Yue was stunned for a moment, and then slammed away from the opponent's hand, and the dagger in his hand turned around and drew towards the opponent.

The sound of a sharp knife piercing into the flesh sounded.

The gentle and beautiful man actually stretched out his hand and grasped this sharp dagger abruptly.

The blood trailed down the tip of the knife.

It drips on the bright red blanket, and then slowly blends with the heavy red, adding a touch of charm.

Man pale fingers.

The blood stains were a bit more coquettish inexplicably.

Seeing this scene, Fu Yue's dark pupils shrank, and the apex of her heart trembled slightly.

The knife was obviously hurt in Yan Qi's hand, but it was strange that what hurts more was her heart, which was dull and breathless.

Fu Yue pressed her lips tightly, but finally let go.

Scolded.

"madman."

The beauty emperor on the opposite side smiled, with a stunning arc on his pale face. He threw the dagger in his hand to the ground, opening his lips and saying faintly: "You are still so irritable."

"That's not good... Fu Yue."

The name at the end of the sentence.

The beauty's voice was faint, whispering little by little, like a fairy yin from outside the domain, containing the long-distance of the law of the great road.

Hear your own name.

Fu Yue raised her eyes, and caught a pair of calm and beautiful eyes caught off guard.

She had only seen such an indifferent and pitiful gaze in the eyes of one person.

...That is the way of heaven.

Fu Yue's eyes widened slightly, her tone raised, her tone a little unbelievable.

"Jun Heng?"

The other party glanced at her faintly, stood up slowly, and hummed softly, "It's me."

The white fingertips hung down, and the blood also slid down, dripping straight to the ground, smashing small blood flowers.

Fu Yue raised her hand to close the collar of her middle shirt, then took the outer robe on the side and put it on her body, and said coldly: "What are you doing in the small world?"

The alienation of the tone makes no secret.

"And... how about him?"

Jun Heng naturally understood who he was in Fu Yue's words. He was silent for a while and slowly said: "You just don't welcome me so?"

"We have been friends for so many years, and your attitude... really makes me sad."

The tone is flat.

The beauty in red dress and ink hair has thin lips together.

Fu Yue looked back coldly, and sneered.

"friend?"

"sad?"

"Heh, I don't know, Heaven will also have seven emotions and six desires, and will also be sad?"