"Say it again." Jun Wuyao's voice was very flat and flat, without a little wave, but there was a deep ruthlessness.

Ruoyu, who was also pointing at Jun Wuyao, couldn't help but tremble, and when Jun Wuyao asked himself this, his eyes seemed to be very painful, and he actually slipped out a little heartbreak.

That day, when Jun Wuyao was suffering from the pain of ten thousand ants, he never showed such an expression, but today because of this sentence, he suddenly showed such an appearance.

Jun Wuyao stretched out his big hand, held Ruoyu's wrist, and pulled it vigorously in his direction, his fair-skinned left hand held Ruoyu's, and the other hand stroked the palm, which was crispy and itchy.

Ai took pity on the appearance, but he suddenly became ruthless, his hand slammed down, and said in a calm voice: "Didn't you pour poison with these hands?" ”

Poison? Didn't he just ask himself how he treated his mother, why did he suddenly turn to poison.

wanted to break free from his grip on his hand, but Jun Wuyao clenched it so hard that he couldn't use half of his strength, he could only feel his hand clenching tighter and tighter, and his fingertips even had to pick at the flesh.

The hard nails were scraping, rubbing back and forth along the wrist, and the cold eyes looked at him and said, "This king really wants to chop off this hand." ”

The nails were clenched too tightly, and the fingertips were bent outward, as if he really wanted to tear off his hand like this, and his slight struggle caused the strength of Jun Wuyao's hand to be much more ruthless, Ruoyu didn't want to look at his face anymore, but the side face was facing away but it was against the sword on the wall.

It was the sword he took off that day, and he wanted to use this sword to kill Jun Wuyao at that time.

But at this time, Jun Wuyao followed his gaze, skimmed at the sword, took it off, and hit his wrist that was strangled red.

There was pain written in his eyes, and when he heard Ruoyu talk about his mother, the heart-rending scene spread out again, so that he had to see the past that he didn't want to look back.

Ruoyu wanted to withdraw her hand, but when she heard Jun Wuyi's next sentence, she stopped.

Jun Wuyi frowned tightly, looked at his hands, and said with a face that was a little white like him: "You say I'm ruthless, so how did you be ruthless when you poured poison into my mother's mouth, she treats you so well on weekdays, but in exchange for your bowl of deadly medicine?!" ”

The pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was like a thick scab that had been torn apart before healing, and the flesh was blurred.

Ruoyu's body couldn't help shaking, oh, no wonder he hated himself like this, it turned out that he poisoned his mother, and his body still carried a human life, Ruo Qingwen, Ruo Qingwen, it turned out that in other people's mouths, I just heard that it was a high-flying and domineering character, and now I know that it is so ruthless.

I was tired of being so entangled, but fortunately I happily handed both hands over, and said with a pale face: "You cut it." ”

Seeing Tang Zhiyan collapse softly, she felt very painful, not to mention watching her mother die, she didn't want to watch so many battles and simply die.

And if you really sacrifice yourself, you won't be hurt by the people around you.

Listening to Ruoyu's words, Jun Wuyao's hand holding the sword was slightly for a while, hooked the corners of his mouth and looked at the hand lying quietly on the couch and asked, "Do you really want this king to cut it?" ”

Nodding calmly, Ruoyu closed her eyes and waited for the sword to fall, and thin threads of sweat trickled out from her forehead.

And the sword in Jun Wuyao's hand slowly raised, facing the position of his right wrist, and after a slight pause, it fell quickly.