So they marched...

Feng Qingming and the three of them still followed Yao Chengfeng.

Yao Chengfeng was wearing a white dragon-patterned robe with a cloak of peacock feathers on the outside. Walking in this snowy field, he looked very imposing.

Seeing Yao Chengfeng walking in front, Feng Qingming suddenly felt that he was like a peacock walking in the snow.

Many people were finally divided.

Yao Chengfeng was walking in front, Mo Xinghun and the three of them were walking behind.

Seeing all this, it seems to be going on like in the plot.

But Feng Qingming knew that she would never lose this time, because with Qingsang beside her, she could change her heart.

And Mo Xing Soul, he is different.

Following Yao Chengfeng, he walked into the cave. This cave is not exactly called a cave, because at the top, there is a line of cracks, and wind and snow blow down from below.

Yao Chengfeng was walking in front, and the three of them followed behind him. All of them walked silently.

Feng Qingming walked, she stopped.

Mo Xinghun they also stopped.

It seemed that Yao Chengfeng stopped when he heard the sound from behind.

He turned his head slightly, and the long sword in Feng Qingming's hand was already raised in front of him.

Yao Chengfeng didn't move, his dark eyes just looked at her so quietly.

Feng Qingming's hand was firmly holding the hilt of the sword, because of too much force, her knuckles were already aching for a while.

Qingsang didn't speak, she saw Feng Qingming didn't move, and she reached out and touched Feng Qingming.

Feng Qingming was touched by her, frowning, and her heart was also agitated. How could she still be affected by the feeling between this heart and body, it was really too much.

Her hand froze slightly, and then pierced forward.

She thought Yao Chengfeng would move, but Yao Chengfeng seemed to be waiting for death. He stood motionless.

Feng Qingming felt astonished for a while, and also a bit weird, but the long sword in his hand had already pierced his throat.

Looking at his neck, blood suddenly began to bleed, and the sword in Feng Qingming's hand fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Yao Chengfeng thumped and fell to his knees, with a trace of blood dripping slowly from his lips.

At this time, Qing Sang made a leap and walked in front of him.

Qing Sang's hand was also poking into his chest.

"Qing Ming..."

At this moment, Yao Chengfeng's lips also had a smile.

The wind and snow were raging, but the smile on his face was very gentle, and Feng Qingming also noticed some differences.

He called himself Qingming... No, he was not Yao Chengfeng at all.

The feeling I feel for him is not the kind of feeling in the plot.

"stop!"

Seeing Qingsang's hand, Feng Qingming stretched into the body of the anti-Yao Chengfeng, and quickly yelled.

However, her body has not had time to rush in front of them.

She felt a tingling pain in her neck, then she fell dizzy and fell.

The moment she closed her eyes, tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

When she woke up again, she suddenly sat up.