Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

The long sword in Yue Qingxian's hand was pressed against Qian Wuyan's throat. As long as she moved her fingers lightly, the man would die under her sword. Her hatred for the past hundred years was about to end, and everything would come to an end.

But at the moment that could decide this man's life or death, the moment that could end everything, Yue Qingxian hesitated. She held the sword in her hand, but didn't know how to drop it.

Yue Qingxian's eyes looked at Qian Wuyan, and the sadness hidden deep seemed to burst out at any time.

She wanted an apology, an apology that might be too late, an apology that would allow Yue Qingxian to spare his life.

At this time, Chu Tian, ​​who was not far away, watched all this quietly, but couldn't help but sigh.

Asking a prisoner under the sword to apologize, is there any sincerity in such an apology? And the most important thing is, from Qian Wuyan's point of view, he may not have done anything wrong at all in that matter.

But despite thinking this way in his heart, Chu Tian still chose to help Yue Qingxian.

"The system will transfer the memory about Yue Qingxian's mother to Qian Wuyan."

The next second, Qian Wuyan, who was still lying on the ground, felt that his mind was empty, and pictures suddenly appeared in his mind.

After a while, Qian Wuyan came back to his senses and looked at Yue Qingxian in front of him. He finally remembered why he felt that this woman looked so familiar.

"Are you her? No, no, you should be her daughter."

Qian Wuyan said, using her to refer to the woman whose name he had forgotten.

Yue Qingxian knew very well who Qian Wuyan was talking about, but she did not answer, but watched quietly.

Seeing that Yue Qingxian didn't react at all, Qian Wuyan couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"But having said that, I have no enmity with you, so why do you want to kill me?"

When Qian Wuyan said this, his tone was as if he was talking about a helpless little thing, without caring.

But for Yue Qingxian, these words were like a sharp thorn, piercing straight into the most vulnerable place in her heart.

"You killed my mother!

Yue Qingxian roared, and the long sword in his hand pierced Qian Wuyan's skin, and a trace of blood dripped out, but it only pierced the skin and did not kill Qian Wuyan.

A flash of lightning flashed across the dark sky, and after a while, a burst of thunder followed.

"Boom!!"

Immediately afterwards, a heavy rain suddenly fell, continuously drenching the two of them.

After a while, Qian Wuyan smiled and looked at Yue Qingxian with an extremely teasing look.

"Did I kill your mother? How did I kill her? Did I poison her or force her to commit suicide?"

"Yes, I did deceive your mother, but so what?"

"You want to kill me, but you don't really think that I killed your mother. You just hate me, hate me for abandoning your mother and you, hate me for preventing you from having the same childhood as others!"

"You just want to add a seemingly just excuse to this hatred, and then use it to kill me."

Saying this, Qian Wuyan showed a sneer on his face and stared at Yue Qingxian closely.

"If you want to kill me, then kill me, but don't charge me with these baseless charges! You kill me just because you hate me!"

Facing Qian Wuyan's heart-breaking words, Yue Qingxian felt that she was so fragile at the same time. Her tears fell with the raindrops, but they were heavier than the rain.