"You've revealed your face."

Qiaomei stroked the wolf's head with fair hands, her face flushed and her eyes were filled with autumn water, which was already moved.

"I just practiced my skills to the point of being the key, and my blood and energy surged. Who is that kid?"

"I brought a servant in the embroidery pavilion."

"This kid is smart. When he saw my true face, he was not scared and ran away immediately."

"Don't worry, he has no support in this Yongcheng and cannot escape."

"That's good, kill him! A servant will die if he dies. It's very important to keep what I give you."

"What's the hurry? He can't run away."

Qiaomei's white and tender hands turned around the wolf's head, letting him look at him, and his face was filled with emotion.

Night-colored ancient temple.

Firewood crackled, and the wind outside the temple was loud, and a fierce intention spread to the temple with the sound of the wind.

Zhang San sat behind the fire, and the flames were rising, making his face look inexplicably.

Qiaomei walked into the ancient temple step by step. This temple was several miles away from Yongcheng. When it arrived in a hurry, Qiaomei had a stable breath.

Perhaps it was because of despair, or perhaps it was because of incompetence, Zhang San was sitting there at this moment, completely without the cleverness he had on his usual occasions.

"I hope I can't find you after three years together. Unfortunately, mortals are mortals after all."

Qiaomei's eyelids drooped and her face was dim.

"You and Butler Huo Er are both demons!"

"You're right."

Qiaomei took two more steps forward, but then she felt very suspicious. Not to mention that mortals would be scared and tremble even when they heard the monster.

But now Zhang San is acting so peaceful.

"Whether demon or human being! Sister Qiaomei, I like you."

Zhang San slowly walked up and hugged Qiaomei.

Qiaomei did not refuse, and a sad smile appeared on her face.

"I like you too!"

The sharp blade in her hand no longer hesitated and stabbed into Zhang San's body.

One blow was fatal, and Zhang San didn't even say a word.

At the moment when I felt the passion, a drop of tears flowed out from Qiaomei's eyes.

Slowly supporting Zhang San's body, Qiaomei looked at Zhang San's body, a trace of weakness appeared in her eyes, and she turned around silently.

"But, ants like us are not worthy of talking about their likes."
Chapter completed!