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Ling Suzhi finally couldn't help it, he walked forward suddenly, grabbed Mu Yan's shoulder, widened his eyes, and yelled hysterically.

"Nope! It's not human! It's me who is vile, filthy and dark! It's all my fault!

While I covet your beauty, I hate your existence, while enjoying your efforts, and at the same time hating your happiness!

I hate your family, I hate your smile, I hate your carefreeness, and I hate myself who is attracted to you!

Look at me! I am so ruthless, ugly, disgusting, and inferior, I am not as good as a beast! Ruthless! Down, down, to the extreme!

At that time, I was obviously in power, but if I had the heart to give you a little more attention, you would not die so miserable and resentful!

But I ran away, I dodged, and deceived myself, because I was afraid to admit my love and admiration for you, and I was even more afraid that I would be hurt, so I could only keep convincing myself that I didn't care about you.

Such me, cowardly, timid, selfish and vicious me, why don't you hate it?! Why not hate!

You hate me! Don't forgive me! ”

Don't forgive!

We're entangled to death!

Anyway, love can't let go, and hate can't let go.

It's hard to love and hate, so they bite and entangle each other, and they don't die!

Mu Yan looked at the madness in his eyes, sighed silently, raised his hand and gently hugged him into his arms, and slowly slapped him like a child.

She hummed a simple and clean childlike tune, leisurely.

He was still Ou Sheng's life, and what he loved to watch the most was the picture of her holding a small dough and humming a children's tune.

The gentleness of her eyebrows made his eyes sour drunk, and every now and then, he would shamelessly bring himself into it.

As if the little dough was his child, she was his wife, and there was no harm, no resentment, and no chasm and blood feud between them, so they lived a simple and plain life.

There are occasional quarrels, but more often than not, they are sweet.

Until both of them are gray-haired, they will still hold hands and cherish each other.

How nice would it be if so?

If so...... How good?

He tightened his arms and clung her thin body in his arms, his head resting on her shoulders, letting warm tears wet her hair, clothes, and heart.

Gradually, he let out a beast-like roar from his throat, lonely, desperate, and painful.

The roar was full of unwillingness, hoarse and piercing, and after the sharp anger passed, the roar slowly turned into endless pathos......

Entanglement entrenched.

Precipitation fermentation.

Until he couldn't bear it anymore, he could only hug her helplessly and stubbornly, like a lost child.

Knowing all sorrows.

I want to talk about it.

If you want to talk about it......

Mu Yan shook his head and muttered, "Ling Suzhi, the tenth generation is entangled, it's enough." ”

"Not enough!"

Mu Yan smiled bitterly, closed his eyes and said: "Greed, hatred, hatred, love and evil desires, let the wind disperse......"

The voice fell, and the muffled sound of flesh being torn was heard.

There was bewitching and sweet blood bursting from his chest, and "grunting" splashed wildly, embellishing the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, making her pale and cold face with a trace of charm in white.

It's so cold that the whole body is cold, and it's so charming that it penetrates into the bones.

He opened his mouth, gulps of blood pouring out, but he still couldn't stop him.

"Yan Yan...... You're so good-looking......"

Mu Yan smiled, and amid the crazy panicked screams around him, he stood on tiptoe and imprinted a kiss on his lips.

"Farewell, Ling Suzhi ......"

He tilted his head against hers and breathed quietly.

At the corner of his mouth, there was a slight smile.

Won't be.

They will never ......