Nie Xingjian's thin lips hooked, and he chased after him: "If there is no love, there is no hate." You hate me so much, do you still like me? So you can't kill me? That's why you enshrined this pair of Emei thorns? Do you feel like you've betrayed Chu Li? Are you blaming yourself for not being able to avenge him? You ......"

"Enough!" Wei Nong couldn't bear it anymore when she heard this, and a kind of humiliating embarrassment invaded her, making her desperate to interrupt: "Nie Xingji! Don't be sentimental! I didn't throw away the Emei thorn, because I was afraid that you would use an excuse to pester me in the future. Between me and Chu Li, you have no right to ask! ”

"The revenge of killing your husband is not shared, you don't deserve to mention him at all!" Wei Nong was completely enraged at this moment, and the blood in her chest was boiling and surging, making it difficult for her to think and breathe.

At this moment, she had only one thought in her heart: to avenge Chu Li and leave Nie Xingji with nothing!

The two crisp sounds of "dang" echoed for a long time in the stone room, and it was Wei Min who grabbed a pair of Emei thorns in the brocade box and smashed them heavily on the sarcophagus beside him.

After a while, the Emei thorn was intact, and she gritted her teeth and smashed it on the sarcophagus again;

The second time, the Emei thorn was still unharmed;

She was about to smash it for the third time, but the tip of Emei was suddenly grasped by Nie Xingji: "What are you doing?!" ”

Wei Deng wanted to take back the Emei Thorn from Nie Xingji's hands, but the other party held the ground too tightly and she couldn't take it back. Only the blood gushing out of nowhere, along the two ghostly lights, one red and one green, dripped down Qingcheng's fingertips.

The shrill echo of a room made one want to escape the dizzying curse.

Finally, Wei Nong let go of his hand, but his eyes were staring at Nie Xingji's bleeding palm: "You see, I don't know this pair of Emei thorns at all!" I could have been a pawn four years ago, and now I can be ruined! ”

"Also, I won't kill you, lest you get my hands dirty." She told him word by word that the hatred was stronger than the fragrance of green sandalwood, deeper than the carvings of the sarcophagus, and it filled the room in an instant.

Seeing this situation and listening to these words, Nie Xingjian gradually became expressionless, and even those starry eyes could not see any difference. No injury, no anger, no disappointment, no everything. He just slowly lowered his hands holding the two Emei thorns, and let the blood in his palms flow smoothly.

The night was thick, and this woman was like a delicate flower, which made him want to pick it, but he couldn't grasp those deep, delicate thorns. So, he had to watch her grow freely in spring, summer, autumn and winter, making the thorns sharper and sharper, and making her more and more attractive.

To this day, it has become a poison that he can't get close to.

"The night is slightly thick, let me ask you one last time, do you have to get married?" Nie Xingji's voice was almost hoarse.

"Yes!" Wei Nong replied without thinking: "Watching you lose in the hands of the prince, watching you have nothing, this is to avenge Chu Li!" ”

It's Chu Li again!

Nie Xingji's heart was suffocated, and he secretly clenched the tip of his eyebrows, wanting to cover the pain in his heart. But it's different, there is a kind of pain, irreplaceable!

The skin in the palm of his hand was cut open again, and the wound was more than a little deeper. It's probably been a long time since I've tasted blood, and this pair of Emei thorns are actually cold in the blood, and the red and green glow is better than before!

The Qingluan and the fire phoenix at the handle seem to have been dormant, waiting for this moment to accept the baptism of blood, and then fly out from the Emei thorn with teeth and claws, to change their lives against the sky and turn things around!

"Listen!" Nie Xingji said calmly and ruthlessly: "The hatred of killing my mother, the humiliation of oppression, the resentment of separation, and the hatred of snatching love, in the future, I will repay Nie Xingyi's mother and son a hundred times!" ”

When the word "also" came out, a loud noise suddenly sounded, and in the blink of an eye, Nie Xingji had nailed the pair of blood-covered Emei thorns to the head of the green sandalwood coffin. The cracking sound came immediately, and a trace of cracks had appeared in the coffin, deep and long, painful and wounded.

"If a person is not dead, what is the use of a coffin? This fine wood, you can prepare it for Nie Xingyi! With that, he pulled a pair of emei thorns out of the coffin, turned away from her, and walked away.

This night, at this moment, the former forbearance and self-discipline finally disappeared.

(End of Volume 1)