She was tied by a rope and couldn't move, Zhang Wuze sneered as if she had heard a big joke, "Fan Xiaoxi, what are you? If you beg me, I will let him go?"

"You're an innocent woman, do you think I'll want you again?"

As long as that incident was mentioned, Zhang Wu's heart was still resisting and disgusted with it.

Sometimes, he knows that he is an extremely contradictory person, and now this kind of thing is normal in this era, what is the big deal.

However, he just didn't want to accept it.

I feel that such a woman does not know the inspection and is shameless.

"Zhang Wu, what are you going to do to release Feiyang?"

Fan Xiaoxi was already desperate, all along, what Zhang Wu wanted was her, and now saying such words meant that he wanted Ling Feiyang to die.

Thinking about this, she just felt herself...

That feeling of despair simply cannot be expressed in words.

Fear, fear, despair, all came over her head, and the cries continued.

If it weren't for her hands tied, she would really end up with Zhang Wutong.

"Tut-tut..."

Zhang Wu smiled, "It's really lovely, I was touched by you." ”

"It's a pity, I won't let any of you go. You Fan Xiaoxi can recover your memory without drinking medicine. I can give you another drink. ”

"Haha..."

"Fan Xiaoxi, aren't you reluctant to see Ling Feiyang suffer? ”

So, he raised his foot and directly stepped on Ling Feiyang's hand.

Zhang Wu's strength was very strong, Ling Feiyang only felt that the blood in his hands stopped gushing out, and there was no way to express the pain at all.

He gritted his teeth and kept himself from screaming.

I don't want Fan Xiaoxi to worry, and I don't want her to see him in pain.

However, the sweat on his forehead fell, and he tried his best to not let go.

He told himself that as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he couldn't let it go.

The pain of the wound almost made him dizzy.

"Yo, I'm really afraid of death, why haven't you let go?"

Zhang Wu saw that he was clenching his teeth, and he didn't let go, he increased his strength. Ling Feiyang was already in pain and was about to lose his strength, the strength of his foot increased, he gasped in pain, and sweat fell like pearls.

He realized that he was really going to lose it...

"Zhang Wu, will you let him go? I, I can do it for him..."

Fan Buxi struggled desperately, the rope tied to his hand became tighter and tighter, because of the severe struggle, the blood on his wrist flowed down again, and it could even be said that the place was blurred with flesh and blood, and he couldn't see the original appearance clearly.

But despite this, she didn't feel any pain at all.

Her whole heart was raised high, Ling Feiyang's situation at this moment was really dangerous, and his face looked worse and worse, and his strength was being drained little by little.

As long as he is a little careless, he really sits down.

How tall it was, she wasn't unaware.

If you fall, where is the chance of survival?

What's the use of her remembering everything?

That's not how it happened.

From the beginning of the acquaintance, except for her saving Ling Feiyang, in the days that followed, she always caused trouble for him, one after another.

Every time I wanted to help him, I found that in the end, she was helping more and more.

If she had remembered everything earlier and hadn't made Ling Feiyang so sad, maybe today's incident wouldn't have happened.

She was thinking that if she died, would it be on Ling Feiyang's body, so many things would not have happened.

If she hadn't left at the beginning, don't think so much, wouldn't there be so many things now?

However, in this world, there are no ifs.

She met him, from hating him at the beginning, to falling in love with him later

She finally understood that he was her destiny, and she could no longer let go of her love for him.

"Nozomi..."

Ling Feiyang's voice choked up, and she shouted her name with difficulty.

Hearing her say this, I couldn't help but be anxious.

It was almost with all his strength that he called out her name, "Xiaoxi, I don't allow you to say that. I died for you because I loved you. Think about it, you still have an older brother who needs to be taken care of, and you have a great life. ”

"I'm only twenty years old, and I'm in my thirties, old. ”

At this time, he could only talk to her in this way, hoping that she would listen.

"I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen to you say this. Feiyang, when is it, are you still in the mood to joke with me. ”

Fan Xiaoxi cried constantly, and every time he said a word, he almost couldn't let himself tremble.

"Nozomi..."

Ling Feiyang's strength was drained little by little, and he was already powerless.

"Feiyang, even if you die for me, do you think I will still live alone? I can do nothing, but I can't live without you. ”

"So, you promise me that you must live well, okay?"

Fan Xiaoxi's spirit was already in the midst of a breakdown, and he cried loudly.

Her cry sounded very miserable, echoing around the silent abandoned house like the ghost of unjust death.

Zhang Wu listened to her cry, the strength on his feet lightened a lot, and his eyes suddenly seemed to hear the voice that seemed like he was asking for his life.

He seemed to hear the voices of Fan Xiaoxi's parents, and as if he saw the voices that died because of him.

These terrible voices kept ringing in his ears, and Zhang Wu's spirit became extremely nervous.

The knife in his hand is almost impossible to hold.

He still remembers when he was twenty years old, he was driving, hit someone, and was scared at first, so he drove away.

And his father directly settled the matter.

It was precisely because he had money that he could handle everything that Zhang Wu began to do things unscrupulously, and every time, he seemed to be bumped into and didn't take it seriously at all.

In short, over time, he got used to it.

Until one day, he made a big mistake, and his father kicked him out directly, so that he could have a good experience outside.

If it weren't for this, how could he have let go of Fan Xiaoxi and wouldn't have fallen in love with her.

Perhaps, this cut is destined by God.

Little by little, his heart collapsed, and all those hatreds were innocent.

It turns out that all along, it is not someone else who is wrong, but himself.

If it weren't for his father who helped him settle his mistakes from the beginning, he wouldn't be where he is now.

All along, he felt that others were sorry for him, so he sat down to become Bengali.

Now it seems how ridiculous everything is.

"Zhang Wu, you're finished!"