Xia Xiyun, North Ming and Plenty

Xia Xiyun hugged Beiming Mohan tightly, tears dripping down his face, forgetting that there were still a large number of killers around who wanted her head.

She felt that her tears were cold.

It was cold all over.

"Ah..." Several screams rang in Xia Xiyun's ears, she flinched a bit, turned her head, and saw those men in black lying in a pool of blood.

All in one shot.

Normally, she would have been terrified, but at this moment, all her thoughts were on Beiming Mohan.

I don't care about anything anymore.

"Let's go!" In the next second, someone grabbed Xia Xiyun's arm and pulled her away.

Although the visitor only said one word, she immediately recognized that it was Beiming Fengxi.

This voice caused deep hatred in her heart. It was he who forced Beiming Mohan to have nowhere to go. He said that he would let them go, but let him cut off his own arm, and finally let these people surround and kill them. .

She withdrew her hand forcefully, and stared at him bitterly: "I won't go with you, even if I die, I won't!"

She couldn't accept Beiming Mohan's death. They grew up together, and just now they stood alive in front of her, but they lost their breath in a blink of an eye.

And died so badly.

After roaring, Xia Xiyun didn't look at Beiming Fengxi's icy knife-like eyes, and squatted down to hug Beiming Mohan who was lying on the ground: "Brother Mohan, let's go, go far away, find a Just you and me!"

Tears kept falling from my eyes, so salty, so bitter, so astringent.

In this short half a year, she has paid off the suffering of her life, or it is because her life has been so smooth that she is in such pain now.

Her body was very weak, and she couldn't hold Beiming Mohan at all.

The finger that had just grown nails made her shiver in pain because of the vigorous movement.

But she just didn't want to let go.

At this moment, she only had one thought, to take Beiming Mohan and leave here, leave this place of right and wrong, and never come back again.

Beiming Fengxi's brows were tightly furrowed, his expression was aloof and arrogant, and he just stared at her like that.

Watching her hug Beiming Mohan over and over again, and then fall down over and over again.

After trying countless times, Xia Xiyun finally let go of her strength, and lay down on Beiming Mohan's body, weeping loudly, crying out of nowhere, tears streaming down her face...

She just wanted to get out of here with him.

But can't do it.

Beiming Fengxi's patience was limited, he finally took a step forward, picked up Xia Xiyun and left.

Don't care about her struggle and crying!

"Why did you do this? Why?" Xia Xiyun was crying out of strength, but she still asked in a hoarse voice, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was deeply saddened.

With a dark face, Beiming Fengxi snorted coldly: "He died, you are very sad, aren't you?"

Seeing her suffering and crying for Beiming Mohan, he wished he could strangle her to death.

"You're not human, you're not human at all, you're just a devil!" Now Xia Xiyun didn't care about his torture and humiliation to her, and without her usual fear, her emotions seemed to burst, and she hated him.

Raising his hand, he pulled Xia Xiyun's long hair and pulled it hard, forcing her to raise her head in pain. Beiming Fengxi let out a low voice: "Enough, you are in such pain, why don't you die?"

His anger had accumulated to a certain level, and the jealousy in his heart grew like seaweed. Seeing her cry for Beiming Mohan, he wished to tear her apart.

Torn to pieces!