Later, he asked around about Feng Yueli.

An idea arose in my heart.

With the help of Feng Yueli as the fuse, sacrifice the country of Luan, and revenge the revenge of the people you love.

In Jiang Wuxin's heart, he only felt that he was not only related to Jiang Hanxiu by blood.

Nothing else.

It was Jiang Hanxiu who had the first year of junior high school for him in advance.

He only had fifteen years of Jiang Hanxiu later.

Everything, all to blame him.

He did nothing wrong in half his life.

The two people he loved the most died because of Jiang Hanxiu.

One is a blood relative, his mother.

One is a woman he has cared about for many years, Wen Yihuan.

Since his mother died, he originally thought that his life would never appear again.

But Wen Yihuan still appeared.

Wen Yihuan's appearance, like the sun, suddenly shone into the long night when he had never been without light.

Let his heart suddenly warm.

thought that Wen Yihuan would bring him warmth.

But Jiang Hanxiu shattered all this.

Wen Yihuan, after all, is not a woman who can give him warmth for the rest of her life.

It can only remain in his memories.

As for Feng Yueli, she is a cold, black-bellied and cruel woman.

It's his chess piece, and it's a chess piece in his chess game.

Feng Yueli came out of the illusion and saw Jiang Wuxin lying on the table.

Her expression was a little complicated.

She couldn't understand what Jiang Wuxin did.

Since Jiang Wuxin wanted revenge, why did he kill so many people.

Those people had never hurt him, nor had they hurt anyone around him.

His revenge is just an excuse.

In fact, Jiang Wuxin prefers to be the head of the Jiang family, the supreme position.

But Feng Yueli did not deny that Jiang Wuxin's feelings for Wen Yihuan.

If you want to kill an enemy, you have to involve innocent people.

The so-called revenge has lost its fundamental meaning.

Because of your revenge, because you have been hurt.

You just have to kill the person who hurt you.

If you kill those innocent people, those people will suffer as much as you have been hurt before.

Don't inflict pain on innocent people, not everyone is as hateful as the person who has hurt you.

Jiang Wuxin loves power, and he also loves Wen Yihuan.

He likes power, because since he was a child, he was trampled on and oppressed.

He had to sit in that position so that he wouldn't be bullied by the world.

He loved the woman because she gave him warmth.

But the woman was deceased.

He is now using her and Luan Guo as the fuse to kill Jiang Han to repair his revenge.

And what about after revenge? Isn't it all in vain what he did?

The former man is gone, and he will be alone for the rest of his life.

Feng Yueli suddenly didn't understand what Jiang Wuxin was thinking in her heart.

Jiang Wuxin's lips turned white, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his handsome face turned hideous in pain.

Feng Yueli wanted to turn around and leave.

But she thought that the princes of the South China Continent could not tolerate her.

She stopped and sighed.

went back and stroked Jiang Wuxin's pulse.

His pulse was already weak.

Yueli frowned and looked around the house for silver needles.

After searching for a while, I finally found the silver needle in a small cabinet.

Feng Yueli took out the silver needle.

Pierced his finger and found an acupuncture point.

She pricked the needle gently, twisted the needle, and then lifted the needle.

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