The sword tip narrowly stopped an inch away from Qin Qingluo's neck, the fierce Sword Qi even cutting off several strands of her flying hair, shattering the brocade at her neck.
Chen Yi forcibly withdrew his strength, his blood and Qi surged within him, his meridians faintly ached. His eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion, staring intently at his hand gripping the sword.
"Why did I… want to kill Qin Qingluo?" Shocked to the core, a baseless thought suddenly arose, and he found himself wanting to kill Qin Qingluo without a second thought.
Qin Qingluo abruptly retreated several feet, her spear tip raised straight, her snake-like eyes had turned into vertical slits.
"You want to kill me?!"
Chen Yi raised his head sharply, meeting the gaze that seemed to pierce through him, and a ridiculous thought struck him like lightning.
"It wasn't me!" Chen Yi blurted out, his gaze sharp as a sword, directly stabbing at Qin Qingluo, "It was you! You wanted me to kill you!"
