Chapter 665: She Cried...
"You, you..." I stared at him in amazement as if I had seen a monster, the old man said, the peachwood sword is a righteous thing, and the evil devil's crooked path cannot be touched at all, but in his hands, it can be exerted, and the power has become so huge.
He pointed his sword at my front door and said playfully, "In front of me, you don't even have a chance to make a move." How to kill me? ”
"Then you'll kill me." Anger in my eyes slammed closer to the tip of my sword.
His complexion changed abruptly, and he withdrew his hand in an instant, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, and the powerful sword qi released from the peachwood sword caused a deep sword mark on the ground.
"You're crazy!" He said.
The tears in my eyes flowed, and I looked at her like this, but I smiled complicatedly: "You killed so many people, why didn't you kill me together!" ”
There was rage in his eyes, and his whole body seemed to be burned by flames, and he retreated, and in an instant appeared on the grave not far away, his whole body suspended three feet above the ground, staring at me with anger.
"If you want to die, I will fulfill you." After he finished speaking, his robe flicked, and the ghost hands and hair of countless women suddenly appeared from the ground, extending from the ground, grabbing my legs and feet, and pulling them to both sides, as if trying to tear me in half.
"Begging for mercy, if you beg for mercy, I will let you go." He squinted, sneering indifferently at the corner of his mouth.
I remember the first time Ye Siming took my hand, because I had touched the body of a small thing before, I knew that although ghosts have bodies, tentacles do not feel the same as people.
Just like the old man said, Ye Siming is too powerful, I grabbed his hand, I only felt the biting cold, no different from a real person.
I'm a no-brainer, and until now, I can say without he, I like him, if I don't like him, I won't come to the wedding that my grandmother arranged for me.
Even if I know he's a ghost, I like it.
As I said a few years ago, I didn't know much of the opposite sex, I didn't have a well-behaved mouth, I couldn't speak when I was in school, and people in my dorm didn't like me well before high school.
When I was bullied at school, no one helped me, and all I saw was the ridicule and ridicule they were all watching around.
Only him.
Every time it is cold like an iceberg, it is like a patron saint sent down from heaven, always appearing when I need helplessness the most, and standing in front of me without hesitation.
Even if the sky falls, even if there are thousands of troops, what he left me will always be a back that can shelter from the wind and rain.
I'm really in love with this cold, always striking but every time there is a ghost to protect me.
I love you, but now I can only love you.
"Kill me." I had tears in my eyes.
Because of my mom, because of this wedding.
Because, I feel like I've lost all my loved ones all at once.
The next moment, the restraints that grabbed me disappeared, and the night priest suddenly turned into a black mist in front of my eyes.
"Do you really hate me that much?" At some point, he appeared in front of me. The words are filled with sadness and misery.
I stared silently at the eyes that seemed to be impenetrable to the abyss, and in the depths, there was endless sadness.
He handed me the peachwood sword, put the tip of the sword on his neck, and said flatly: "Your mother died in my hands, there is a reason for this, but the facts can't be changed, now I will give you a chance to take revenge, kill me, and you will be free." ”