Xue Yongjiu and Xue Changluan are the young princes of the Guixu clan. They have grown up together since birth. When they reach adulthood, one of them will become the god of the Guixu clan, and the other will die in the hands of the god.
Xue Changluan leaned against the window, playing with the sharp dagger in his hand carelessly. The moonlight shone on him through the window.
Use nine...
Xue Changluan walked to the bed and looked down at Xue Yongjiu's sleeping face. If the person who loses the competition loses his life, will you still say that I am the most important person to you?
He leaned down, held the dagger between Xue Yongjiu's neck, and gradually pressed down. The sharp dagger blade sank into the skin. Just before the dagger blade was about to cut through the flesh, Xue Changluan stopped.
Forget it, thinking of the last time he was beaten by Xue Yongjiu, Xue Changluan tugged at the corner of his mouth. He lay back in his position and closed his eyes.
After a while, Xue Yongjiu on the other side of the bed opened his eyes silently. Under the silver-white moonlight, his eyes looked a little deserted at the two people lying on both sides of each other.
Intention: The wind rises at the end of Qingping