Chapter 230: How Much Does It Hurt?
His girl, mercilessly scratching herself, fed the man her own blood.
Even a small abrasion on her body that he would be uncomfortable for the girl, for another man, cut such a deep wound in her palm!
On the helicopter, he was horrified to find that he was distressed.
The heart felt as if it had been torn open from the eye, and a bloody wound hurt straight to the bottom of the heart.
After she betrayed him so mercilessly, he was actually distressed ......!
Gu Nancheng held the fragment of the goblet in front of his eyes in a daze, his bony fingers reflected in the bright white light, and the light like a rainbow of fine pieces emanated from the middle.
How painful is it......
Gu Nancheng staggered to his feet, and the moment his back broke off the ground, his face suddenly failed miserably, and his noble and slender figure bent in an instant.
"Young Master!"
Chen Nan frowned fiercely between his eyebrows, staring at the man in the center of the glass dome, not hiding the worry in his eyes at all.
Gu Nancheng looked at his metacarpal bones obsessively, sickly fair, almost transparent.
When Elbe scratched himself...... How painful is it......
Gu Nancheng's eyebrows were light, but his left hand suddenly exerted a fierce force, and according to the palm of his right hand, he slashed it deadly.
Beads of blood came out in an instant.
Glued to the broken walls of the glass, the red blood seeped into it along the cracks of the glass shards, and it was extremely desolate.
"Young Master!"
Chen Nan was shocked, his knees kneeling on the ground were almost raised, and a deep cold coolness suddenly rushed straight up from behind, making his eyes red in an instant, and it was almost with all his strength to let Gu Nancheng stand by the window by himself.
The night of Cloud City has just begun, the lights are lit up little by little, from the feet, as if forming a circle, and then there are bright lights, dazzling, and Willis Island is standing in the middle of the concentric circles, like a lighthouse-like existence.
Tomorrow the world is under my feet, why...... Why...... Am I still so upset......
Gu Nancheng's slender fingers gently caressed the photo held in the palm of his hand, his eyes were blurry and bright, there were dots of blood on the photo, and he could vaguely recognize the girl in a white dress with a ponytail who was simple and happy, smiling like a flower.
Gu Nancheng gently pressed his forehead against the window, the coolness of the thunderstorm spread from the glass dome to his heart, and the pain of the madman was relieved slightly, but his breathing became hot and rapid little by little.
It's clear that you're doing it wrong...... Why am I in pain?
Why...... Shall I love you?
Why is love such a beautiful thing, but it makes me so painful......?
The man's eyes were cold, mixed with a hint of gloomy madness, and the lights in the room were faintly white, looking like a spotless fairy, precious and uncontaminated, but there was an irrepressible pain from the corner of his lips, one by one, painful and entangled, crying blood-like sadness.
In the next second, the sky swirled, like the deepest night, surging together, fiercely covering the peach blossom eyes stained with demon blood, and fell straight to the ground.
"Young Master!"
Chen Nan screamed, watching the noble and slender figure shake, falling to the ground as if losing his center of gravity, and hurriedly got up.
Gu Nancheng's face was pale, but his forehead was amazingly hot, his whole body was covered with rain that had not penetrated, and the whole person was completely unconscious, and his neck was weakly tilted to the side.