This is the sound of my heartbeat.

Did you hear that?

His voice was light and shallow, and there was a serious look in his eyes, if he listened to this voice alone, others would definitely think that Jue Shao was saying something tender.

However, what Mo Nanjue was talking about happened to be how to accurately stab the dagger into his heart.

When he said these words to the woman he loved deeply, it was naturally painful.

Tong Ran's little hand was tightly wrapped around his ten fingers, and she had no choice but to hold the dagger, the tip of which lightly touched his chest, and she could still feel his heartbeat through the dagger.

Suddenly, and again, so strong and fast that it could make her palms tingle.

"Tong Ran, this is your last chance," Mo Nanjue maintained this posture, the slap marks on Jun's face were still conspicuous, "If you don't kill me today, don't blame me for not giving you freedom in this life." ”

In the past, every time they quarreled, Mo Nanjue said ruthlessly, and he still relented after the worst, but today his words didn't seem like a joke, "If I, Mo Nanjue, die at your hands today, I will admit it." ”

The man in black didn't dare to speak, so he had to pin his hopes on Chen An, "Young Master An......"

Chen An also heard the seriousness in the man's words, he frowned, and persuaded, "Jue, don't be impulsive, take her back to rest first......

Mo Nanjue ignored Chen An, and only looked at the woman in front of him, "I'll give you three minutes to think about it." ”

As he spoke, the man let go of his large palm that was holding her hand.

Chen An didn't speak again, and it was useless for others to talk about what Jue had decided.

He was sure that Tong Ran wouldn't really do it......

The dagger in her hand was almost covered with heat, Tong Ran's gaze moved downward, landing on the man's chest, she suddenly spoke softly, "Mo Nanjue, aren't you really afraid of me stabbing in?"

"Afraid?" Mo Nanjue chuckled lightly, and put his hands in his pockets, "Tong Ran, in your heart, a heinous person like me, what else would I be afraid of?"

“……”

"You have two minutes left. The man looked at the wall clock.

"Yes, Mo Nanjue, you are not afraid, you are not afraid at all," Tong Ran's eyes stared at his chest tightly, the hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, she laughed as she spoke, "How can you be afraid, you are Mo Nanjue, you kill Han Qingqing or not, it really doesn't matter to you, she is still a woman who has harmed you, she has done so many wrong things, you should kill her, I am not qualified to beg you to let her go......"

Mo Nanjue frowned when he heard this, he looked at the time, leaned his body forward, and with a soft sound, the sharp tip had already pierced the shirt on the man's chest, "Tong Ran, are you forcing me to make a decision for you?"

"You're not afraid, you're not afraid at all......" Tong Ran repeated this sentence, her pale lips suddenly trembled, as if she was trying her best to endure something, and she was on the verge of breaking through, "But I'm afraid, I'm really afraid...... Monanjue, I'm so afraid, I can't do it, how can I kill you? How can I attack you......"

As she spoke, she raised her head, and hot tears rolled down her little face, dissolving the condensed blood droplets, and blood-red tears fell in the center where the two were standing, "You keep telling me to kill you, and you say you're not afraid...... Monan Jue, but I love you, I can't kill you, I can't do it, because I love you...... Monanjue, do you want to laugh, I'm really in love with you......"