Gong Rou'er was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly put down the basin and other toiletries in her hand, walked out, and closed the door.

Fu Changyu got out of bed, bent down and reached out to pick up Han Moyu, and gently put him on the bed. Han Moyu fell asleep, her cheeks flushed, like a peach blossom after the rain, which was particularly eye-catching. Fu Changyu stared at Han Moyu, while reaching out and gently rubbing Han Moyu with his fingertips. The action is extremely intimate, but the expression is extremely solemn.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't. At the same time, one of his hands had reached into the hem of his coat and pulled out the ice blade from it.

"Please forgive me. He said with a frown. "The demon god is about to be resurrected, and I can't be so indecisive anymore. While pressing Han Moyu's shoulder, he clenched the ice blade and stabbed at Han Moyu's heart: "You wait for me, wait for me." When I have completed my great work, I will come to the underworld to find you. He closed his eyes and said through gritted teeth. Tears poured out of the corners of his eyes.

However, the moment the ice blade cut through his shirt and skin, he stopped. The ice blade is not very deep. However, blood had already poured out of Han Moyu's chest. Han Moyu suddenly felt a tingling pain and opened his doubtful eyes.

At that time, she realized that she was being held to the chest by the man in front of her with a transparent dagger, and the red blood was flowing from there.

Fu Changyu trembled, his face turned pale as snow, and he threw away the ice blade suddenly: "How can I do it! How can I ......" He choked up and couldn't speak, trying to reach out and hold Han Moyu into his arms. However, at this time, Han Moyu screamed.

At that moment, it seemed that some kind of fear buried in the depths of his memory was triggered, and Han Mo screamed and struggled. All that flashed through my mind were bloody images. And the man in purple in the depths of his memory carried a sharp knife and stabbed her in the abdomen.

She didn't know why she didn't fight back at that time, why she didn't struggle. Just like that, let the man in purple stab himself fiercely, as if it were a great sacrifice rather than a cruel killing.

In my memory, the man in purple laughed wildly as he stretched out his foot and stomped on her body fiercely. Blood, like a waterfall flowing backwards, gushed out of her body, poured into the air, and was absorbed by a purple jade.

Through the blood curtain, her eyes widened and she could see the face of the man in purple clearly. Handsome and unpretentious, it has such a fatal attraction to her like a glass of poisoned wine. Then, the face of the man in purple gradually overlapped with the face of the man in front of him and became a person.

When Han Moyu saw the man in front of her clearly, she was stunned for a moment, and then struggled desperately, while letting out a terrible scream.

"Don't! don't kill me!" Han Mo cried hoarsely, fear was like a mountain, giving her such a heavy sense of oppression, making her lose her mind, and only desperately struggle and scream. She only felt that her heart was aching. Countless bits and pieces of broken images flashed through her mind, like a marquee.

Her eyes widened and tears flowed down her face. The past was overlapping and intertwined, making her unable to speak. She only remembered that she had made a lot of sacrifices for the person in front of her, many, too many to count.

Fu Changyu hugged Han Moyu into his arms, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and shed tears: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry~~~~~~ how can I ~~~~~~ how can I do it to you~~~~~~!!! I must be crazy, I must be crazy~~~~!!"

Han Moyu was hugged tightly, and she was almost out of breath, and she looked up at Fu Changyu's stunning face, and felt even more heartache. The pain of the past seems to be repeating itself once again. She doesn't want to be like this this time, she is obedient, and she doesn't want to be slaughtered without resistance!

She burst into tears and shouted, "Get out of here!" At that moment, countless silver lights burst out from her body, and before Fu Changyu could see what was going on, her body was hit by a huge force and flew off the ground, and then slammed into the opposite pillar, and then fell down.

Fu Changyu only felt an itch in his throat, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. It was only then that he began to notice the sharp pain in his body. The internal organs seem to be injured, and the injuries are not light. Fu Changyu endured the sharp pain in his body, took a breath, sat up, and leaned against the pillar.

He tilted his head, and suddenly laughed, but the laughter was particularly desolate: "Why do you want me to destroy my most cherished person with my own hands~~~~~~~ how can I become like this~~~~~~~~ good and decent, I have to turn my lover into an enemy......" He spat out another mouthful of blood, and the clothes on his chest were already dyed red, looking shocking.

Han Moyu shouted in horror and anger, the wound on her chest was not deep, but the blood kept gushing out in her anger, staining her clothes red. Han Moyu lost her mind because of anger, and a pale blue light appeared on her body, bursting out with more powerful power.

Fu Changyu sat on the ground against the pillar and gasped for breath, feeling the force of the earth shaking, and then the wooden bed creaked and began to shake violently. The whole ground was shaking. The vases on the table snapped in the air, and the teapots and teacups crackled loudly, shattering into countless pieces.

Wooden tables, wooden chairs, flower stands, partitions, doors and windows shook violently, making loud noises, and finally shattered and smashed to the ground. The candlestick also fell down, and the flames burned rapidly, and in an instant the tents and carpets, tables and chairs in the house were set on fire. A raging fire burst into flames, and at the same time billowing smoke filled the room.

"Mo Yu, do you want to fall into hell with me?" Fu Changyu gasped and smiled intermittently: "Mo Yu, fall into hell, just let me come alone." He struggled to his feet, and walked over to the sharp wind blade, and the clothes on his body had been cut by the wind blade in long bloody lines, and he didn't care at all.

Fu Changyu stretched out his hand, greeted the anger, and tightly hugged Han Moyu into his arms. He only felt that his whole body had burst out with strength, and this power formed a golden barrier, protecting him and Han Moyu well. The fiery breath surged in his body, he felt his limbs resuscitate, his injured lungs, stomach, liver and gallbladder and heart were gradually repaired, he felt every cell in his body awaken and rejuvenated, and even his hair seemed to grow a few feet in an instant.