Her Soul

"You, where did you come from?"

Qi Yan looked in shock at Feng Qingmiao, who was actually so close. She instinctively hugged herself tightly.

"Hehe."

Unlike the fool from back then, Feng Qingmiao laughed lightly. He had a peerlessly handsome face. He asked in a low voice, "Do you hate?

"Do you want to know who the person you hate the most is?"

Ignoring whether she was listening or not, Feng Qingmiao sat down on the side.

His clothes were dirty and unkempt, as if they had been pulled out of the trash, and his face was as pale as a zombie's. He sat cross-legged and stared calmly at her as he said, "She is the purest and most spiritual person in the world. She has the purest and most flawless soul. She was chosen as the guardian of this world.

"No one can scatter her soul, no one can addle her thoughts, and absolutely no one can destroy her mind.

"Do you believe it?"