Despite this, Qing Yuan still has no fear, a pair of clear eyes did not tremble a little, and there was only endless indifference and alienation.

But what Jun Wuyao hates most is her indifference and alienation, as if he is just a dispensable and inconsequential stranger.

The hand that pinched her neck did not let go, but increased its strength, and a touch of anger crossed his eyes: "To this day, you still can't forget him." ”

Looking at the man in front of him with bright eyes and full of anger, the corners of Qing Yuan's mouth outlined a shallow arc, which seemed to be mocking and sneering.

"Speak, why don't you speak!" grabbed her neck and slowly lifted her whole body.

Breathing suddenly stagnated, and the pain in his neck did not make Qing Yuan succumb, just because he used great strength, so it was very difficult to breathe, and his face was slightly pale. Despite this, the beautiful face was still cold, the expression was indifferent, and there was an aura of indifference on the body.

Without getting any response, Jun Wuyao was furious, and with a wave of his big hand, he knocked Qing Yuan's body away, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his purple eyes.

Qing Yuan was defenseless at all, his body was suddenly knocked away, and he fell heavily on the grass, his head hit the stone on the side, and some blood oozed from his forehead, flowing down his beautiful cheeks.

The black light flashed, the wind swept by, and Jun Wuyao had come to Qing Yuan again. The big hand pinched her neck again, and there was a gloom and indifference in her purple eyes, but when she saw the blood gushing out of her smooth forehead, the big hand trembled slightly, and the yin owl in her eyes slowly faded, replaced by self-blame and distress.

Fingers touched her forehead, fingertips touched the warm liquid, a heart trembled uncontrollably. Bent down and bent down to hold Qingyuan who was lying on the ground in his arms, his movements were very gentle, and his purple eyes were full of love: "Qing'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I ......"

Qing Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at him, his eyes were indifferent, and his tone was cold: "I'm not your chong=thing, you don't need to use this tone." ”

"Qing'er, I'm ......" Jun Wuyao wanted to say something, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Qingyuan.

"I'm sorry for the Supreme Evil Emperor of the First Realm, Qing Yuan can't afford it. What is this wound? ”

The tone seemed to be mocking, but also mocking. I don't know if she is laughing at Jun Wuyao, or if she is laughing at herself......

Jun Wuyao's hand paused slightly, suppressed the anger in his body, was silent and did not speak, hugged Qingyuan to the soft couch on the side, and put her on it.

Looking at the wound that was still bleeding, he waved his big hand, and the healing tools appeared in his hand. With one hand, he held a handkerchief to clean her blood, and then cleaned the wound very gently.

It's hard to imagine that the Evil Emperor, a supreme killer who doesn't blink an eye, would have such a gentle side.

Qing Yuan just lay quietly on the soft couch from beginning to end, letting Jun Wuyao clean her wounds, without saying a word, her expression was indifferent, and the alienation and cold aura on her body did not dissipate.

The two who used to love each other so much are now strangers.

After treating her wounds, Jun Wuyao stopped moving, staring at the cold beautiful eyes with fixed eyes.

"Qing'er, since you personally broke the heavy oath you made back then, can you start all over again? After thousands of years of waiting, I won't let go again, I won't let you go again! Absolutely not! ”