"Shut up, stop talking!" Wu Li threw himself at the entrance of the hole, his eyes fierce. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Picking open a wound again, Wu Li felt like a handful of salt had been sprinkled there, and the pain was so painful that he was almost numb.

Yan Qingrui didn't stop talking, and through the small hole, she could see Wu Li's painful eyes.

Yan Qingrui sighed softly and said, "You should hate, you were stabbed by your beloved, although it hurt your body, it hurt your heart." But you still don't want to call back to your original name, can I understand that you still love Su Moyi?"

Wu Li gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, what's your name? If I don't eat your flesh raw, it will be hard to eliminate my hatred!"

Yan Qingrui smiled lightly and said, "My name is Yan Qinglei." I'm not here today to be angry with you, let alone to ridicule you, so put away your poison, if you poison me, I'm afraid that you won't have a chance to know one thing in your life!"

Wu Li hated and said, "What's the matter?"

Did this kid know that he was using poison just now? Did he be locked up here for too long, so he was rusty?

Yan Qingrui paused and said, "Su Moyi is dead!"

Wu Li was stunned for a moment, and then said in disbelief: "You...... What do you say?"

Yan Qingrui said slowly, word by word: "Su Moyi is dead, five years ago, two months after you disappeared from the Famous Sword Villa, Su Moyi died!"

"You talk nonsense, nonsense, this can't be...... How is this possible?"

Yan Qingrui saw the sadness in Wu Li's eyes through the small hole, and she said, "It turns out that you still love her!"

Wu Li's heart hurts again, do you still love it?

He's been locked up here for a long time, they say, for five years.

In the past five years, he has not been in contact with outside affairs, except for Su Yeze, who wants to get his poison art inheritance, and the subordinate who delivers food once every three days, there is no one here at all.

In the past, the dungeon next to it was locked up, but later, they couldn't stand it anymore and died, and now he is the only one here.

In such a lonely day, he recalled the bits and pieces of getting along with Mo Yi over and over again. Over and over again, he recalled the sadness and despair of Mo Yi stabbing the knife into his body.

Time is a very strange thing, and at the beginning, he couldn't wait to immediately ask Su Moyi why she did that and why she lied to her.

It wasn't like he didn't have the idea of killing her.

After all, being deceived and hurt by the person you love the most is even more painful.

However, as time passed, his hatred faded little by little, and the hatred gradually blurred, and the warm and beautiful days in those memories were infinitely magnified by him.

He remembers the good and forgets the hurt.

To this day, he suddenly heard that Su Moyi had died, and he couldn't believe it.

He said, "How could she die? No way, you lied to me, you lied to me!"

"Of course it is possible, because she died under the sword of Lord Su!"

He said in a trembling voice: "You are talking nonsense, how could Mo Yi die under the sword of the owner of the Famous Sword Mountain Villa?? She is the daughter of the owner of the Famous Sword Mountain Villa!"

Yan Qingrui nodded and said, "Yes, she is the daughter of the owner of the Famous Sword Mountain Villa. However, do you know how many daughters does the owner of Mingjian Villa Su have?"

Wu Li was speechless, he didn't know.

Yan Qingrui had already answered for him in a cold voice: "Thirteen! For the owner of Su Zhuang, one is dead, and there are twelve." ”