"Ding Peng!"
Jiang Dali's steps halted, his gaze coldly watching Ding Peng appearing in the courtyard below, his lips curling into a faint smile as he spoke.
"What? Did you hear what I just said? Are you still planning to forgive Xie Xiaoyu? Can you face Qingqing?"
"Shut up!"
Ding Peng's expression darkened, suddenly looking at Xie Xiaoyu who was vomiting blood in his arms, his bright eyes filled with coldness, "Is what he said true? Are you really the Heavenly Beauty Palace Master, are you Yu Wuxia, did you approach me just for the Demon Blade in my hand, and did you cause Qingqing's father's death! Is it true!!"
By the last sentence, Ding Peng was almost shouting.
Xie Xiaoyu smiled tragically in Ding Peng's arms, her eyes misty as she spoke, "What if it's true? What if it's false? Ding Peng, to you, I am merely dispensable, what does it matter to you what I do?"
