It's too hard to chase after the demon concubine

Chapter 1187

The hands full of calluses and vicissitudes were so warm and loving, gently stroking her hair and comforting her softly, just like when she was a child.

Make people nostalgic and reluctant.

"grandfather……"

Yun Qianruo threw herself into his arms and closed her eyes, "Grandpa, I won't run around anymore, I won't run around anymore, I will stay with you and I won't go anywhere."

"Be good! You are really a good granddaughter of grandpa! Let's go, grandpa has cooked your favorite meal and put it in the flower hall. Let's eat it now."

The old man touched Yun Qianruo's head lovingly with a smile, took her hand and was about to walk towards the flower hall, but just as Yun Qianruo turned around, he saw a figure standing not far ahead, and his footsteps suddenly stopped. Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "Feng... Feng beauty..."

He stood there, dressed in black clothes as cold as the night, fluttering in the breeze, his whole body was filled with an indelible chill, standing there quietly looking at her, like a jade carving that traveled through thousands of years, perfect but cold , real and dreamy.

The stars were gone, the night was hazy, those eyes, like a purple ice lake, were deep and silent, staring at her silently, but Yun Qianruo couldn't see the emotion in those eyes clearly, and felt a little unspeakable panic in her heart.

"Feng Meiren, why do you..."

He looked at her quietly, his voice was cold and low, unable to detect any emotion, "Ah Ruo, you have already decided to abandon me, have you?"

The word 'abandon', like a sharp dagger, pierced Yun Qianruo with a pain in his heart, a dull feeling like suffocation, "I..."

What should she say?What can I say?She just... Hasn't she already made a choice?Doesn't she choose to stay by Grandpa's side, does that mean she has to give up on him...

However, it doesn't seem to be the case... How could she be willing to abandon Beauty Feng?There seems to be something wrong...

Yun Qianruo frowned and fell into deep thought.

The old man took a step forward and stood in front of Yun Qianruo. He looked at Bei Mingfeng fiercely with majestic eyes, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Bei Mingfeng also looked at him, his pupils were as cold as the thousand-year-old cold pool, and there was no trace of warmth in them, with a lonely and dangerous edge buried deep in them.

"It's for you that she left me?"

Although he was asking, but the tone was affirmative, with layers of oppression, as if extremely heavy, dangerous and cold.

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked alert, "Who the hell are you? What relationship do you have with her?"

Bei Mingfeng looked at him without answering, and his thin lips slowly curled into a cold arc.The wide sleeves were pulled back without wind, and a cold light pierced the darkness of the night, as fast as lightning, unstoppable.

That is to say, the moment when a flash of lightning lights up, it is so fast and short that people are caught off guard.

The old man opened his eyes wide in disbelief, looking at the cold sword stuck in his chest, "You..."

Yun Qianruo woke up suddenly from deep contemplation, and what he saw was the figure of the old man falling slowly with the sword in his heart.

"grandfather--"

She couldn't believe her eyes, she yelled and rushed to catch the old man's body, but he was no longer breathing.

Still opening those loving and wise eyes, looking at her quietly, but never yelling at her or reprimanding her...

"grandfather……"

Yun Qianruo slowly stretched out her hand, touched the old man's eyes with trembling fingers, and slowly closed her eyes for him.

At that moment, she also closed her eyes, sealing all the pain in her heart, and when she opened them again, her eyes were as cold as snow.

She raised her head slowly, looked at the man standing in the night, and said every word, "You killed my grandpa!"

The repressed emotions in my heart are suffocating, and I can't tell whether it is pain or hatred.

"Yes, I killed him."

An icy voice came, like a thousand years of snow, the coldness gnawing at the bones, without a trace of warmth.

Yun Qianruo only felt that the person in front of her was so strange that it made her heart suffocate.

"Why are you doing this!"

"You don't need a reason to kill someone."

All the extremely stressful emotions were shattered in this cold, indifferent and emotionless sentence. Yun Qianruo suddenly pulled out the cold sword stuck in the old man's heart and stabbed at Beimingfeng, the blood-dropping sword tip wiped away. The cold black clothes fell on his chest.

But it didn't really pierce in, as if there was an invisible force stopping it all.

Yun Qianruo's hand holding the sword trembled a little.

She actually... still can't do it...

Turning his head, he looked slowly at the old man lying on the ground with no life... No!She shouldn't be soft!

Clenching the sword in his hand little by little, like a little firm determination, Yun Qianruo closed his eyes and exerted force in his hand.

But in the next moment, a bone-piercing chill came from his chest, accompanied by sharp pain, Yun Qianruo opened his eyes suddenly, and what came into his eyes was those purple and charming eyes, which were so beautiful that people lost their minds. But cold and emotionless.

Yun Qianruo lowered her head little by little, looking at the long sword piercing her chest, her slightly widened eyes still had unabated shock.

As if feeling no pain, she looked away from the sword and looked into his eyes little by little. She had never seen that cold and indifferent look in his eyes, so strange that all the words became pale and meaningless.

(End of this chapter)