Qian Jiao looked at the blood on the ground in surprise, her eyes shrank, and when she heard Nan Fan's unclear words, she seemed to hear the deep meaning.

'Sometimes he will be soft-hearted, but in the end, they have a deep hatred across the sea of blood'.

That's what it means, right?

Right?

But why does her heart hurt so much?

The gunshots in the distance began to become intermittent, and many people in the banquet hall came out and came to Qian Jiao's side.

Qian Jiao endured the attack of Gu poison and took a few steps forward with difficulty.

The people who surrounded Qian Jiao pointed their guns at her even more nervously, as if she dared to make the slightest abnormal move, and they would shoot her on the spot.

The mist in her eyes gathered, and she tried her best to hold back, thinking that she still had to understand Nanfan's difficulties and give him time to digest their relationship.

Although, she doesn't have much time now.

After Qian Jiao walked to each other, they were safe enough and close enough that the people around her didn't feel her threat to Nan Fan and Mr. Meng, so they stopped.

The words that came out of his mouth were so low that he was a little choked.

"Don't rush to get engaged to someone else, okay, wait a little longer......"

"Hehehe......" The laughter with the taste of vicissitudes suddenly interrupted Qian Jiao's words to continue, it was Mr. Meng.

Nanfan's heart sank.

"Our hatred can't be resolved, you don't have to be attached anymore, go back to the Yun family, this is the last time I can do it for you, and in the future, we will be enemies."

Nan Fan's cold voice seemed to come from hell.

It's just a tremor in the bottom of my heart, and no one can hear it.

The hand behind his back clenched hard, his joints turned white, and his muscles flared up, but in the end, he could only endure it.

Foe......

Hearing Qian Jiao's ears made her feel as cold as falling into an ice cave, distressed and unwilling, doubtful and shocked......

All kinds of emotions made her unable to suppress the stinging pain in her heart anymore, as if 10,000 steel needles pierced her heart at the same time in an instant.

The pain is overwhelming.

"Brother Fan......" is like a blood-weeping trill, in the fluttering snowflakes, it looks ethereal and sad.

However, through the thin snow curtain of Nanfan, Nanfan's face is still deep and handsome like a god, the Nanfan who loved her not long ago.

But there was only a ruthless warning, "Don't deceive yourself, I'm Meng Zichuan, you're Yunxue, we can't be someone else anymore." ”

So we can't be together anymore.

Is it impossible?

Although Nan Fan was so distressed that he couldn't bear it, in order to make Qian Jiao die, so that she could no longer be entangled, so that her grandfather couldn't catch the handle and let Qian Jiao leave.

Grandpa promised to let her go for this time, and for this time, if she didn't leave, she would never be able to leave again.

He will find a way to send his own blood to her, even if it really can't be delivered one day, Yun Ze...... Yun Ze definitely won't watch her die, right?

But when she heard Qian Jiao's infinitely sad call, she was so distressed that her face turned pale and she gradually bent down.

It was as if someone had torn a hole in his heart, and the pain swept over the world.

He wanted to say loudly to Qian Jiao, Jiaojiao, wait a little longer, wait a little longer, we all need to wait a little longer.

After all, he will not give up the day when he will move closer to her, no matter how difficult the future will be.

But Qian Jiao said in his sentence, 'I am Meng Zichuan, you are Yunxue, we can't be someone else's anymore.'" In the words, I heard the determination.

My heart hurts, how did I get to this day?

How did it come to this day.

He said that she was Yunxue, but he was Meng Zichuan.

This is to admit that there is an insurmountable feud and family hatred between them.

The string that was held up was finally broken in Nanfan's last sentence, whether it was true or not, it was so painful that people couldn't suffocate.

The heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of fine needles, and cold sweat oozed from every inch of skin.

The clenched silver teeth couldn't be restrained, and when she had a Gu poison attack, her heart ached.

Cold sweat soaked the placket of the garment.

Qian Jiao finally couldn't stand up, and the whole person fell into the snow.

The attack of Gu poison was a torture that she could never endure.

Nan Fan's hand hanging by his side tightened, but he still didn't move, and there was emotion in his eyes that was too deep to see.

Qian Jiao's body curled up in pain, trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, clenched teeth, even in the torment of her rolling in pain, she didn't make a sound.

She didn't want the Meng family to see how painful and embarrassed she was when she had a Gu poison attack.

But in fact, no matter how much she endured, she looked extremely embarrassed at this time.

However, including Nan Fan and Mr. Meng, as well as those who surrounded her from the Meng family, as well as more and more onlookers who ran over from the banquet hall.

At this time, Qian Jiao's appearance was extremely embarrassed in their eyes.

And this embarrassment is the embarrassment of falling in love with Nanfan.

At the same time, it is also the embarrassment of the Yun family falling in love with the Meng family.

Yu Qianjiao's identity is a joke, and Yu Yun's identity is a shame.

Mr. Meng even used a look of enjoyment to carefully appreciate Qian Jiao's identity as a member of the Yun family, but he fell in love with the shame of the Meng family.

Every bit of her pain made Mr. Meng, who was a member of the Meng family, extremely happy.

It's this kind of pain that relieves qi, and it's this kind of pain that makes people feel happy.

Everyone looked at Qian Jiao, trembling in the snow in pain and helplessness, including Nan Fan.

It's just that no one sees his heart flowing with rivers of blood under his calm exterior.

The snow was falling, and she was the only one crying.

The gunfire finally stopped, and a group of people rushed into the encirclement, and the young man led by rushed to Qian Jiao, who was curled up in a ball and trembling in pain, and gently hugged her into his arms.

His eyes were vicious, looking at Nan Fan, who was watching indifferently.

Without saying a word, he raised the knife to cut the palm of his left hand, lightly lifted Qian Jiao's chin, and in front of countless people present, he cut the wound of his left hand and hit Qian Jiao's bitterly bitten pink lips.

A steady stream of blood poured into Qian Jiao's mouth, and the smell of rusty blood made her brows frown into a small mountain.

The eyes that held back the tears finally let the tears slip from the corners of their eyes at this moment.

The trembling body gradually regained its calm.

Yun Ze removed his hand, and someone tore the strip of cloth from the clothes on his body and bandaged him temporarily.

The curious eyes of more onlookers stared at the scene in front of them without blinking.

People who don't know why, in addition to being curious about what kind of strange disease Qian Jiao has, can only be calmed down by human blood.

More people's thoughts are that Qian Jiao wants to drink human blood, and they are panicked and frightened.

There is a sense of horror of cannibalism.

This made them look at Qian Jiao's eyes, and there was a kind of rejection of seeing the different.

Yun Ze gently helped Qian Jiao, who had gradually calmed down, the caution in his hands and the pity in his eyes seemed to spread in the heavy snow, and there was a kind of far-reaching and boundless.

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