Mo Huayuan sneered extremely, and looked at Duanmu Qing with extremely bitter eyes: "Bitter.... You've never had any bitterness, it's just your greed. "It's ridiculous to tell her that it's hard to talk to.

Duanmuqing was anxious, he suddenly realized that the Mo Huayuan in front of him had really changed, and he was no longer a girl he could control. "Huayuan, I'm really in trouble, listen to me, okay? You'll just listen to me once, okay? ”

Mo Huayuan's fingers clenched tightly, in the face of such an aggrieved Duanmuqing, she had no pity, let alone reluctance, only hatred, so she snorted coldly and refused ruthlessly: "I don't want to listen, Duanmuqing, since you destroyed everything about me, there has been an enmity between you and me, I must kill you, otherwise I will not even be willing to die." ”

Wei Xueying is right, most of her hatred comes from Duanmuqing, how can she not be in pain these days, it's not that she doesn't know the pain, but the numbness of the pain.

She also wanted to vent, but she had nowhere to vent, she chose to be silent and numb all these sore spots with a closed mind. Because she thinks that being able to live is God's charity to her, even if it is painful to live in the world, it is better than death, after all, she is a person who almost died once, so she thinks that it is good to live.

Duanmu Qing's eyes condensed slightly, and he said in a loud voice: "Mo Huayuan, you are sober, I am doing this for the future prosperity of the Muyun clan, but I didn't expect to be defeated in the hands of Chu Ling, all of this was caused by Chu Ling, and the person you want to hate is Chu Ling, not me." ”

Mo Huayuan's face was full of impatience, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were gloomy towards Duanmuqing: "Enough, Duanmuqing, you are really shameless, I didn't find you a scoundrel before, but now, I feel that there is no such scoundrel as you in the world." ”

Now Duanmuqing's actions really broke her heart, made her lose the beauty of her belief in him, and deepened her hatred for him.

Duanmuqing hesitated slightly, shook his head and said, "No, Huayuan, I...." Before he could say anything, Mo Huayuan's knife stabbed him in the chest.

This time, he couldn't dodge, and he couldn't dodge, so he was stabbed alive.

Duanmuqing had a wound on his body, and the previous torture had stimulated his pain all over his body, and now he was stabbed, and this knife was very deep, and his pain was magnified, only to see his face distorted, he was sobbing in a cold sweat in pain, and his whole body was convulsing, as if he had goat epilepsy, uncontrollable.

Mo Huayuan was frightened by Duanmu Qing's physical reaction and took a step back, but her eyes showed a bit of viciousness: "You can't blame me, it's all your own fault." Your misery is all a lie, and if you say that what you have done before is a last resort, why do you hurt me so much? Treat me like a lowly prostitute? ”

Duanmuqing was still trembling, he suddenly laughed, at this time, he actually laughed.

And his smile was extremely strange, and he looked depressed and terrible in the cell where his breathing was extremely heavy, as if people couldn't stop palpitating.

Then, the smile on the corner of Duanmuqing's mouth narrowed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Mo Huayuan, you are really ruthless." His body stopped shaking, but the pain was unbearable in his twisted features.

Mo Huayuan's face was serious, and he looked at Duanmu Qing coldly, his condescending body with invisible pride.

Duanmuqing said angrily with a look of blame: "Mo Huayuan, I still have a trace of affection for you in vain, but that's how you treat me." ”

"Huh! Friendship, when you are dying, you say friendship to me, it's ridiculous. Mo Huayuan said sarcastically, his eyes staring at Duanmu Qing deadly.

Although her knife was deep, the position of the stab was slightly off, and his physical fitness was too good, and he did not die even though he was injured, which was really powerful.

If it's true, the life of a bad person is long, and the life of a good person is short.

"Duanmuqing, suffer death!" Mo Huayuan said gloomily, the murderous aura emanating from his body, he had already made up his mind to kill Duanmu Qing, no matter who stopped her, he couldn't stop her already crazy heart.

So, she walked towards Duanmuqing, her expression was extremely cold, and she took out a sharp knife from her arms and stabbed him in the chest again.

knew that she was going to kill Duanmuqing, but when she came, she prepared a few knives, and if she couldn't kill one, she would come to the other.

Before entering the cell, Wei Xueying told her that Duanmuqing's limbs were useless, and her martial arts were useless, and it would be easy for her to kill Duanmuqing.

Duanmuqing struggled and wanted to dodge, but he really couldn't move, like a fish out of water, he couldn't move, he could only stay on the cutting board and let others slaughter him.

Mo Huayuan looked at Duanmuqing's scared look with great satisfaction, and was overjoyed in his heart: "It's so cool, I didn't expect Brother Duanmu that you would also be scared this day." When she saw his fear, she couldn't be happy, and when she saw him in pain, she couldn't stop feeling happy in her heart.

Duanmuqing twisted his two eyebrows, which had been bent, and exclaimed bitterly: "Huayuan, have you forgotten that I also love you?" ”

Mo Huayuan stared at Duanmuqing with gloomy eyes, and laughed as if he had heard a big joke: "Hahaha..." Her smile turned into a wry smile: "Your love is too fake, I'm not a three-year-old child, Brother Duanmu." It means that it's okay to lie to a child with such stupid words, but she is not a three-year-old child.

Duanmuqing looked at Mo Huayuan helplessly, and for a moment he seemed to be unable to find words to say, and fell silent.

Mo Huayuan looked at the man in front of her who she once loved deeply, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, how cruel it was to break her childhood dream.

"Brother Duanmu, let me send you away! It is much happier to die at my hands than for you to continue to suffer in this world. Mo Huayuan said miserably, looking at Duanmuqing with a wry smile, with indescribable complex feelings in his eyes.

Looking at Mo Huayuan's smile, Duanmuqing's heart was worried, he opened his mouth slightly, wanting to die and struggle, but he moved his lips, but he still couldn't open his mouth.

There was an ungraspable pain that spread through his heart, and he became confused inside.

At this time, he felt that Mo Huayuan's smile was very beautiful, beautiful like a poppy, exuding a dazzling and tasteless toxin, paralyzing people's nerves, and sinking with that smile.

But did he really die like this?

He has been breathing until now, just to wait for the moment of death?

Obviously he is so powerful, even if he loses, but he is calculated, he is such a smart person, should he really die here? Everything he pursued just gave up? Resigned to fate?

Duanmu Qing asked himself repeatedly in his heart, many thoughts kept flashing in his mind, and finally he reacted when Mo Huayuan's knife was aimed at his chest.

I saw Duanmuqing's body shrink into the ground, and then slightly to the side, dodging the sharp knife, and Mo Huayuan's knife stabbed into the wall.