Qi Yunche had seen Duanmu Beiyao's intention toward Xin Luo. Since he knew that Xin Luo was not dead, he naturally thought of her at the first time.

Duanmu Beiyao nodded silently, but said, "She is Xin Luo, not Xin Luo!"

"Who is she?"

Duanmu Beiyao said nothing.

Qi Yunche remembered something and said, "On the way I came, I heard that a witch came out of the Jiangnan martial arts world, named Luo Qingxin, but she was the same name and surname as the concubine of your Prince Rui's Mansion. It was a coincidence in the world."

Duanmu Beiyao poured a bowl of wine into his mouth and said, "No coincidence, it was originally the same person!"

Qi Yunche's mind was running rapidly and immediately integrated all the information. He felt that the information was a bit amazing. He tentatively said: "Is Xin Luo the one Luo Qingxin? It turns out that you are not empathizing or making a new love. The one in your heart, from beginning to end, is the same person?"

Duanmu Beiyao drank and knew Qi Yunche even as he knew his identity as the Lord of Chixiao Palace, so he really didn't need to hide it from him. He nodded and said, "Yes!"

Qi Yunche slapped the table and praised: "It's true that there is affection and righteousness!"

Duanmu Beiyao thought he was talking about himself, but just smiled bitterly and said, "I have feelings and righteousness? What's the use? I'm just thrown on the ground and trampled on it!"

He pointed to his chest and said, "See, this dagger is so deep!"

In fact, he was referring to the blood.

Luo Qingxin would rather hurt herself than to separate her relationship with him. Although the dagger stabbed herself, Duanmu Beiyao's heart was always in pain since she stabbed her, the pain of knotting and stirring, and the pain of stabbing thousands of knives.

Qi Yunche curled his lips and said, "You are not even skinned!"

"She stabbed, she was ruthless, stabbing me with a sword is not enough..."

Qi Yunche captured something from his incoherent words and guessed: "Who is the one stabbing this knife?"

Perhaps because he was so cruel in his heart that Duanmu Beiyao finally accumulated all the depression, anger, sadness, sadness, and bitterness in his heart.

Although it was a bit confused and incoherent, Qi Yunche understood it after peeling off the threads of thread and laiding it over and over again.

In order to cut off everything with him, Luo Qingxin stabbed him with a knife to repay his life-saving grace, and he also stabbed him with a knife to repay his wounds...

What are these and what are these?

Qi Yunche shook his head, looked very contemptuous, and said in disagreement: "Bei Yao, if you forced a woman to such a situation, you are still sad and uncomfortable here? Do you think you could still live if it weren't for her? How could you do it?"

Although Duanmu Beiyao drank a lot of wine, he was still sober. He looked at Qi Yunche calmly and said, "Did you say the opposite? She was heartless and unintentional, so why did I force her to this situation?"

Qi Yunche looked at him and said, "It was rumored that the capital that day, Mu Bei and Granddaughter Su Qianyi were in love with each other and met every day. In the Yangsheng Pavilion, you were even more in a high-profile manner. So what if she stabs you with a sword?"

Duanmu Beiyao was not very clear about that memory, and he knew that he had been hit by a kind of Gu, but later he had inexplicably solved it. Although he had heard more than once that he had lunch with Su Qianyi in the Singing Pavilion, it was definitely not his original intention. However, the sword that Luo Qingxin stabbed him was a real, a sword that chased his soul and killed him.
Chapter completed!