Chapter Seventy-Eight

"I feel sorry for you."

"The girl you cherish now was so humble as she begged for mercy on me, and even sold her flesh to redeem me, hoping to get my whole heart."

He wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled contemptuously.

"Oh, I forgot, maybe Ah Ning pursued you like this."

"No one knows Ah Ning better than I do."

"After all, I was with her for three years, three whole years, that I will never forget. She's naΓ―ve, she's humble, she's jealous, she's crazy, she's despairing for three years. Her most beautiful appearance belongs to me, and the most filthy appearance also belongs to me. ”

"And you...... What's it? ”

Ji Youfan folded his fingers and counted them one by one, as if he was showing off the treasures he was most proud of, and his expression was extremely intoxicated and indulgent.

"You'd better not regret saying that."

Lu Xiubai's body trembled for no reason, and the bright red blood spread little by little to the entire porcelain white eyeballs, he clenched his fists, and hissed between his words.

There is no doubt that the person in front of him will be torn apart in an instant in the next second.

He knew that Ji Youfan was deliberately provoking himself, but when it came to Ye Ning's past, no matter how calm and depressed he was, he couldn't really not care.

He was angry after all.

The autumn wind was raging, and the cold rain slid down Ji Youfan's bloodstained back, and the ground clothes were open with bright red wounds, bewitching like flowers.

He himself didn't care, his slender eyelashes drooping, casting a gray shadow under his eyes.

Blurry and cold.

Ji Youfan stared ahead, still smiling.

Until a quick and unclear figure suddenly enlarged in front of him, and the howling wind brushed the eardrums, deafening, and the whole world was blurred.

Click.

It was the crisp cracking of bones.

"Don't!! Whitening. ”

Ye Ning finally reacted, caught up with Lu Xiubai's pace, and tore him away, but the latter had already raised his foot and stepped on several ribs of Ji Youfan.

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

She stood between them at this time, stretching out her hand to block Lu Xiubai's way, but the moment she met his gaze, she couldn't help but tremble.

He had never been so unabashedly violent and impatient, familiar as if he were part of his original body.

Ye Ning didn't even suspect that the person in front of him really wanted to kill Ji Youfan at this moment.

"Lemon, are you sure you want to stand in his way?"

Lu Xiubai's voice was faint and hoarse, but he couldn't hear his emotions.

"Xiubai...... Calm down, he's going to ......"

Ye Ning explained a little eagerly, wanting to find an outlet for the uneasiness that had been stirring in her heart, but was abruptly interrupted by Lu Xiubai's slightly cold eyes.

Only because of him would he show such a flustered expression.

Obviously, he has tried his best to live such a wanton and carefree appearance, but he will still be shattered because of him.

Ji Youfan.

Lu Xiubai's eyes were lowered, his lips were tight, but he almost couldn't suppress the strange emotions that were crazy in his heart.

Aside from that, he had never been so out of control as he was today.

[Brother, you will definitely be the best brother in the world.] ]

[With my share, live.] ]

He heard the immature and feeble voice again, rushed from a corner that he had almost forgotten.

Her body was so thin and petite, buried in the darkness, like a light that flickered on and off.

The next second it will be extinguished.