"Let me ask you a question." Qiu Qing's hands behind her back clenched into fists again.
"What is it?"
"What do you think of the friendship between us?" In the end, he couldn't hold it back and asked.
Unexpectedly, Chi Xiaofan smiled. This was the first time he smiled at Qiu Qing today, but he smiled sarcastically: "Qiu Qing, you are not a woman, why are you so coy? ... What do you think? Fellowship and gentleness - I will definitely choose Wan Niang! Hello! After you become an immortal... No, you don't need to become an immortal. One hundred years, five hundred years... You won't even remember the name Chi Xiaofan in less than a hundred years. By then, all friendships will go to hell. "Xiaowan, let's go."
"Chi-Xiao-Fan..." This was simply an insult to him. Qiu Qing looked at the tall figure who turned away without any regret and could no longer say anything.
Blood dripped from his sleeves to the ground, falling on the white snow like blooming red plums.
Conception:
(God of Death) Asahi