Chapter 348 Rose Killer (3)

"Master, do you want to say goodbye to him?" Feng Lingqin suddenly remembered this character.

"En." Leng Xixue made up her mind and called Qing Wuya outside the door, "Wu Ya, stop the car first, I have something to attend to."

Qing Wuya didn't think much, stopped the carriage, let Leng Xixue get out of the carriage, and watched her figure rush into the forest by the roadside.

"Before the snow stops, you can control the snow phantom image to pass to the person the master wants to pass to." Feng Lingqin reminded in a rambunctious manner.

late at night.

The moonlight is crimson.

A purple-clothed figure walked quietly from the corner of the street, stopped outside the wall of a mansion, and jumped in neatly.

The formerly bustling mansion is now dead silent. When the wind blows, the walls are pierced with a biting chill, and the trees sway with dark shadows, carrying a somewhat terrifying and desolate atmosphere.

The whole journey was empty, without meeting a single person, and the air seemed to be filled with a strong smell of blood.

The walls, the ground, the corners, the inside of the room... Borrowing the moonlight, the man searched inch by inch, not knowing what he was looking for.

After a long time, he sighed faintly, his disappointment undisguised.

However, the moment he stepped out the door, he froze in place.

There was a figure in a white skirt standing quietly in the courtyard. On the ground...the ground was covered with corpses. Her body was stained with a lot of blood. She looked extremely embarrassed, but she still had a delicate beauty.

Snowflakes fell one after another, landing on her head, sluggish face, and the snow-stained ground... Holding a killer's dagger in her hand, when she saw someone coming, she moved the corners of her lips slightly, turned He lowered his eyeballs.

The hero in purple looked at her masterpiece, but didn't speak.

He admitted that in an instant, he almost mistook her for Bai Wanxue, that's why he looked at her in a daze.

During the silent confrontation, she let go of the hand that was holding the dagger tightly.

"Kangdang—" her dagger fell to the ground.

"My lord, have I... have I completed my mission?" Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Originally, she didn't want to kill anyone, but who would have exposed herself as soon as she entered the mansion, and the male master wanted to make her his as soon as he saw her.

She refused, and struggled in every possible way, and finally she killed him.

Those who wanted to kill her, she also killed one by one.

Recalling the scene of the murder just now, she still has lingering fears,
Zi Mochen casually brushed off the snow falling from his shoulders, and approached her, "I never imagined that your hands would be equally beautiful and neat when killing someone."

I thought she would not come, let alone accept his mission arrangement.

Unexpectedly, she still came and completed the task.

In this regard, she is different from Xueer.

If Xue'er killed such people, she would stand in a pool of blood, like a noble and independent snow lotus flower, with disdain for them in her beautiful eyes.

She is confident and flamboyant, beautiful and moving, and will not lose her color due to everything in the outside world.

"My lord, are you disappointed?" From his eyes, she saw a hint of disappointment.

But as soon as she asked, she regretted it.

She tried her best to imitate the woman she had never met, and wanted to get more of his attention.

The more she got to know him, she admitted, she was tempted.

After only a short day together, she fell in love with the infatuated him.

"You shouldn't have tried to imitate her."

No matter how you try to imitate, what you are similar to is only superficial.

PS: Thank you [Lan Mo Wu Shang] little fairy for your reward~
(End of this chapter)

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