The light in Murong Xiaoxiao's eyes gradually became cloudy. Yan Muye looked at the woman in front of her, and seemed to have a slight guess in her heart.

"What do you want to do? Want to kill me? ”

"If you want to kill me, then why didn't you just do it, and you had to tie me up here? What is your purpose. ”

When Murong Xiaoxiao heard Yan Muye's rhetorical question, the whole person laughed: "Kill you?" The cold knife continued to slap twice on Yan Muye's face, "Then you think too simply." If killing you can relieve the hatred in my heart, then who will make up for my loss? ”

"Do you know how much I hate you, I wanted you to disappear into this world from a very young age, but what about you? Isn't it good for you to stay in the countryside obediently, why do you want to come to the city, an ugly duckling is an ugly duckling, you are not a white swan yourself, even if you change again, you can't become a white swan. ”

"Even if you don't remember the previous things now, I still have to tell you, I will help you remember what you don't remember, I won't let you die so easily, I will torture you little by little, and when you are on the verge of death, I will let people save you again, so that you can live forever in pain, and suffer with me, so why not?"

There was a coldness in Murong Xiaoxiao's words. Yan Muye looked at the facial features of the person in front of him, and almost subconsciously noticed some small clues on Murong Xiaoxiao's face.

"Your face has been trimmed. Which cosmetic surgery hospital to go to? It seems that the technology is not very good, and if I go next time, I can accurately avoid lightning. ”

Murong Xiaoxiao's brows furrowed, she felt heartache when she mentioned this matter, as if Yan Muye's words suddenly hit Murong Xiaoxiao's heart.

"Smack......

An incomparably crisp voice sounded from Murong Xiaoxiao's ears. Yan Muye's face was instantly slapped to the side, and a small controversy suddenly rose from Yan Muye's face.

"Haha, does it hurt?"

"You also have a lot of credit for making my face what it is today."

"If it weren't for you, how could I have become like this. Do I need to go for a facelift? ”

"It's a pity that you've forgotten what happened before, but don't worry, I'll let you remember it one by one, and then torture you well."

The hot touch seemed to burn off Yan Muye's skin, and the strength in Murong Xiaoxiao's hand just now was almost thrown out.

Yan Muye was suddenly a little happy in her heart, fortunately, the woman in front of her was not a man, if it was a man, she would beat herself with the strength she had just now, if it was thrown on the temple, it was estimated that her brain would be blinded by him.

This slap, she remembered.

Yan Muye pinched his palm, and Murong Xiaoxiao now wanted to insert this knife directly into Yan Muye's body. Only when the person in front of her disappears from this world can she get rid of the hatred in her heart.

After so many years, Yan Muye has always been a thorn in Murong Xiaoxiao's heart. If this thorn is not pulled out and remains stuck in the flesh like this, it will make her miserable for the rest of her life.

…

Murong Xiaoxiao dropped the knife, and then communicated with a man next to him who didn't know what he was communicating. Because the distance was too far, Yan Muye could only barely observe the mouth shape of the two people.