Leng Qingyue looked at Qin Zhen and asked.

There was still hatred in her eyes, but there was also decadence, knowing that she was finished after all.

"Disposing your treatment? I'm afraid that my hands will be dirty."

Qin Zhenqing spoke coldly.

This sentence was like an ear slamming on Leng Qingyue's face. She was stunned, and then a fierce anger burst out from her eyes. She collapsed, completely collapsed, and even vented all her suppressed hatred at this moment, roaring angrily, "What's so great about you? Jun Feise, do you think you won, you are also a loser, your son is dead, why are you arrogant! Brush..."

A long sword penetrated from behind her.

Mo Jue's face was as dark as the night. He still maintained the sword-drawing posture, and only heard him say, "What qualifications do you have to say such words? What qualifications do you have to touch her heart? If it wasn't for you, if it wasn't for you...!"

Mo Juehen's eyes were red. Why is she still so obsessed with it? How could a person be so bad?

Cough cough cough...

Leng Qingyue spit out a mouthful of blood, lowered her head blankly, and saw a sword inserted into her heart. Mo Jue's eyes were cold without a trace of warmth, only disgust.

It's over after all, everything is over.

"Brother Mo Jue, do you... have no sympathy for me?"

She endured the severe pain in her body, looked at Mo Jue's eyes red, and finally asked.

"Pity? Do you know that I wish I could cut you into pieces. Killing you like this is really a good deal. Leng Qingyue, I just regret not stopping my father from bringing you to the Mo family."

Mo Juehen said angrily.

It is rare for him to say harsh words like him.

This time no one saved her.

Leng Qingyue's tears fell, and her eyes swept across everyone in the yard one by one. No one looked at her with disgust for her regret and pity for her death.

So cold, really cold.

She couldn't figure out why she had reached this point.

Once upon a time, she was also the third young lady in the Mo family who was very energetic. She was respected and admired, but why did she become a rat crossing the street and everyone shouted and beat her?

She closed her eyes and seemed to figure it out in an instant.

Although she was taken to the Mo family by the influence of her original family, she received a good education, improved her identity, and became the enviable Miss Mo San, but she was still the pitiful little girl who didn't love her mother and her father didn't like her. Her inferiority complex was integrated into her soul. So when a truly excellent woman appeared, she began to be crazy jealous, even disgusted and hated.

In fact, when I recall it seriously, Jun Feise seems to have never targeted her, let alone done anything wrong.

But her appearance was like a thorn, piercing into her eyes. It was uncomfortable to close her eyes, and it was also annoying to open her eyes.

Especially the excellent brother Mo Jue likes her, she likes.

However, she knew in her heart that she was no longer worthy of Brother Mo Jue.

Be inferior.

From people to souls, they are all inferior.

She envied Jun Fei's coldness, arrogance and unparalleled intelligence that revealed from her bones. She implicated her again and again, deepened her jealousy for her, and finally lost her life.

With a bang, she fell to the ground.

The dazzling sunlight on her head hit her face, and gradually she couldn't see clearly. In a vague way, she seemed to see the skinny little maid who was kicked to the corner by her father. "Stupid girl, why don't you work quickly? She's lazy again. I won't have your meal tonight."

"Money-losing goods."

"Why don't you die like your mourning star?"
Chapter completed!