Qingyue was hesitating because she didn't know how she should choose.
Looking at Qingyue, Qing Yan also spoke, "Are you sure you want him to kill me?"
With what Qing Yan said, Qingyue hesitated even more.
Qing Li was not a fool, naturally seeing the oddness in the situation, angrily asked, "Qingyue, what's wrong with you?"
"Brother, I grew up with madam and have long viewed her as my own mother. Let me avenge madam's death myself," said Qingyue.
Saying this, Qingyue looked at Qing Yan, without saying another word, yet the long sword in her hand slowly moved forward.
At this moment, Qing Yan spoke, "Xiaoyue, you know better than anyone who I am. I owe her a life, I'll repay it myself, no need for you to do it."
"What trick do you want to play this time?" Qingyue was clearly not convinced.
Qing Yan smiled helplessly, "In my current state, do you think I can still play tricks?"
