Murong Tianning fell in front of her covered in blood, holding Zhao Xunxue's skirt tightly with her hands, glaring at her and asking: "Let me ask you, the world is still me." Zhao Xunxue just looked at her indifferently, "I want the world and you!" It should have been such a firm tone, but Zhao Xunxue's trembling voice betrayed her mood. At this moment, she was not as good as she showed. So calm, Zhao Xunxue gently pinched Shen Conghan's chin, but his beautiful face was completely silent: "Conghan, you did nothing wrong." Zhao Xunxue's hollow voice sounded in Shen Conghan's ears: "But I have to blame you. So, Conghan, you go die, okay, you can go die." Shen Conghan looked into Zhao Xunxue's eyes steadily, and smiled suddenly: "Okay."