The Deadly Hitwoman: A Lady With Special Abilities

The only difference is that at that time, he still had a waterfall of black hair.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered that the picture became even clearer.

It was a very late night. She came home late because she was having fun, so she secretly walked out the back door. In the secluded alley outside the back door of their house, in the clear moonlight, a beautiful woman walked towards her. The demonic man in the painting.

I don’t know if it was because he was so good-looking that Xiao Qi took notice of him and looked at him a few more times. Or maybe he was too depressed and painful that night, so when Xiao Qi looked at him, he and her They looked at each other.

It was at that glance that Xiao Qi saw his heart-breaking despair and pain in his eyes.

His eyes were telling, why, why did you still give up on me? I would give up everything for you, how could you, how could you still marry someone else.

Ah Jing, why.

Just after that glance, he staggered away alone. Xiaoqi tilted her head and looked at his heartbreakingly lonely figure in the moonlight. She didn't quite understand why he was so desperate and painful.

Also, why did the person he loved, the person named A Jing, marry someone else?

Xiaoqi was still young at that time, a little girl of five or six years old, because although the sadness in the man's eyes left a very deep impression on her, she still couldn't remember anything in the blink of an eye.

She didn't tell anyone about this, thinking that what she met was just a frustrated passerby.

Until this moment.

Xiao Qi was a little suffocated. She saw the man walking down the white jade steps step by step, holding the hand of Shui Jingmo, who was hit by the puppet grass and completely unconscious among the crowd, and called out gently and affectionately,

Ajing.

His voice was soft and melodious. Just two words, spoken from his mouth, seemed to be filled with all the joy and affection in the world, making people's hearts tremble.

He pulled the dull-looking Shui Jingmo up the steps step by step, and his soft voice sounded softly again,

Ajing, the auspicious time has come.

In the empty and silent square, his gentle voice was particularly clear and sweet.

Xiao Qi stood beside Su Xingqiao, holding his sleeves tightly with her fingers. Everyone looked at the pair on the steps with blank expressions. Shui Jingmo was wearing a white robe painted with splash-ink landscape paintings, and the man next to him was wearing a red robe. Standing side by side, it made people feel that they were exceptionally well-matched and perfect. It was simply... addictive.

One red and one white clothes, one ink and one silver hair, the contrast is so sharp, behind the breathtaking beauty, there is a strong and piercing sadness.

Xiao Qi's whole body was now cold, and her blood seemed to have solidified at this moment.

She seemed... as if... she understood something.

A Jing... is Shui Jingmo, her uncle,... the husband of her little aunt Feng Peining.

Xiao Qi looked towards Feng Peining in panic. She was wearing a light purple dress and stood at the front of the crowd. Because her back was turned to her, Xiao Qi could not see anything. She could not imagine what would happen if her little aunt was not poisoned. , so at this moment, how will she feel when she looks at such a scene.

At this moment, the man in red who was about to step onto the high platform suddenly turned around and looked towards the crowd——