"Why are you...... Why did you die? Tell me, what am I? You speak! Get up for me, get down on your knees and confess your mistakes to me! Get up! “

But no matter how He Binghe roared and cried, An Hao's eyes never opened.

Qin Luomo and Su Yangzi outside the door heard such a big battle, and finally couldn't help but rush in.

Su Yangzi saw He Binghe pulling An Hao's corpse and roaring, and while crying bitterly, he stepped forward and pulled him away.

"Calm down, calm down!"

It may be that Su Yangzi's strength is too great, and he actually ripped He Binghe apart with one hand.

As soon as He Binghe's hand slipped, An Hao's body fell heavily to the ground, falling like a broken sack.

Su Yangzi looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, he was extremely glorious in life, and it was nothing more than this after death. He suddenly felt a chill, and inexplicably thought of the first time he saw An Hao.

He had a neat short haircut, a straight military uniform, and pushed the door in the snow in the cold winter moon.

He still had a heavy chill on his body, but when he smiled, it seemed to change at four times, and in the blink of an eye, the cold in winter instantly turned into a warm spring breeze.

Su Yangzi was five years old that year, he turned his head to look at An Hao, and at that moment he understood what his father said, fresh clothes and angry horses, and the elegance was peerless.

And now, the person in front of him has become a cold corpse, and he hasn't had time to close his eyes, but the breath of life has already dissipated, and it is no longer possible to sit up as in the past and show a mouthful of teeth to Su Yangzi.

"Ah Yang, uncle is back."

But Qin Yumo's eyes fell on He Binghe's body, and he looked ...... It doesn't seem normal anymore.

Qin Yumo hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed He Binghe, "Are you sober?" An Hao is dead, he can't wake up! Don't you want to avenge your sister? What's the use of just dying an An Hao? Don't forget who's behind it! ”

Qin Yumo said this to make He Binghe sober up and cheer him up, but who knew that he would regret it as soon as he said it. He was afraid that he was reminding He Binghe and making him think that he meant to let him go and kill Shen Linglong and avenge his sister.

Su Yangzi also turned his head to look at Qin Luomo in shock, didn't he push He Binghe into the fire pit when he said this?

was different from what Su Yangzi expected, He Binghe did not jump up immediately, shouting that he must let Shen Linglong pay for his life, but shook his head tiredly.

"That's it......" He Binghe whispered, "I'm ...... What's the point? ”

There is no meaning, if An Hao dies and Shen Linglong is killed, Miss Fang will not come back.

She was still lying in the cold morgue, and she was not at peace after death, and her body had to be dragged out, dissected over and over again, and dissected...... to check the real cause of her death.

Miss Fang loved beauty the most when she was alive, how could she ...... How can you walk in such an embarrassment.

At this moment, He Binghe didn't even know who he was to blame.

He felt that perhaps he should blame those who had caused these consequences, but when he traced back to the source, he found that he was actually the one who started it.

If you could have pretended not to know anything, maybe you could have gently exposed this article, and it would have been okay to be safe.

In short, if He Binghe hadn't been too obsessed with a result back then, He Jianghai would not have died, and his mother would not have been imprisoned.

Miss Fang may be unknown all her life, but at least at her age, she can find someone who loves and knows each other.

Forget the scars of her childhood and spend her life with someone who truly loves her.

Instead of dying young now, before I had time to see the prosperity of this world, I suddenly closed my eyes.

In the past, He Binghe never regretted his actions, he polished and carved himself into a cold-hearted and cold-blooded person, pretending to be desperate, regardless of the life and death of the people around him, and only thinking about completing his goal.

But at this moment, He Binghe really regretted it.

He regretted that the ghost sent him to the downstairs of Lu Zichen's house, regretted that he broke He Jianghai's private affairs back then, and even regretted that he didn't learn to forbear after breaking it, but chose revenge.

He pushed everything around him, the people closest to him, into the fire pit, and now he can't regret it if he wants to turn back.

The mistakes he made will never be undone, and those who have borne the consequences for him will not open their eyes.

Whether it is An Hao, or Shen Linglong, or Miss Fang.

In these things, all people have paid more or less for everything they have done, but in fact, the person who should pay the price the most is He Binghe.

So many people died, only he was alive.

But now that he thinks about it, what is the point of being alive for him? It's just a stolen life, and it survives.

He couldn't wait to see the dead.

It doesn't matter if they complain about themselves or forgive. In short, He Binghe really doesn't want to live alone in this cold world.

The world is too cold. He Binghe couldn't deal with it, he was really tired and tired.

He wanted to go to Miss Fang and tell him that he was wrong.

It was all his fault that he would harm Miss Fang.

At that time, what would Miss Fang say to him?

Do you mean you don't mind, or do you mean that everyone in this world can not understand you, but I do.

He Binghe knew that among all the people, the only person who could understand his mind was Miss Fang.

Now that Miss Fang is dead, what's the point of him living?

Qin Yumo saw He Binghe's expression and began to be in a trance, and he unconsciously sweated for him.

He had never seen He Binghe like this, and he began to faintly worry that He Binghe would do something irreparable when he was emotional.

He hurriedly grabbed He Binghe, "Will you go back with me first?" We'll talk about that later, and you need to rest now. Get a good night's sleep, wait until you wake up and make decisions, we won't stop you. ”

"Oh, good." He Binghe nodded tiredly.

He staggered two steps forward, then lowered his head blankly, looking at the blood on his hands.

It was An Hao's blood, but He Binghe looked at these hands, but he always felt that this was the accusation against him by all the people who had been killed by him, innocent people.

Su Yangzi closed his eyes and frowned painfully.

At this moment, I'm afraid it's not He Binghe who can go wherever he says.

He was apprehensive in his heart, and after a long while, he made up his mind, turned around and grabbed He Binghe.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid you can't leave."