Xuan Yue was enraged by Wen Jie, and the hand holding his neck kept tightening, and even heard the bones in Wen Jie's neck making a crisp cracking sound. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wen Jie still closed his eyes, his face expressionless, and even calm. The previous sentence that you are my slave deeply pierced his heart, his stupid girl is really gone, no matter how much he pays, he can't recall her original intention.

At the last moment, Xuan Yue still gave up, maybe she was reluctant, or maybe she hadn't played enough.

The moment he let go of his hand, Wen Jie coughed violently and even vomited blood, but did not say a word. The gray gaze was sloppy and unfocused, as if he had lost his soul, and his heart was really dead!

Xuan Yue frowned, she didn't like to see such a Wen Jie, after all, no one wanted to see a panting corpse: "Why don't you speak?"

Wen Jie hung his head, as if he had lost all his strength, and Zhou's body was full of death, and even his vitality was slowly draining.

Xuan Yue frowned, but she didn't expect that just one sentence would make this man completely become like a dead man. Why? Why did he die? Didn't he just say he didn't want to die?

The more he looked at Wen Jie like this, the more angry he became, Xuan Yue simply flicked his sleeves and left, leaving him to die.

Wen Jie's head was still hanging weakly, and the sentence was still playing back in his mind: "Be my slave! Be my slave!" The scenes of getting along with Xuan Yue before kept flashing. Whether it is the domineering of the Xuan time or the gentleness of the Xuan Nu, or even the coldness of the Xuan Yue time, she loves herself as much as ever.

At that time, all Xuan Yue had in her heart was to get his love, no matter what means she used, her heart was the same! Now, she has changed, even if Wen Jie pays so much, there is no love in her heart, even if there is only a little bit left, she will not say such hurtful words. Her heart really can't come back! Wen Jie's heart is also dead.

Irritated for no reason, Hyun Yue vented her anger at everything she could see, and more than once wanted to go back and kill the hateful guy who made her angry.

After a long time, Xuan Yue's anger was almost gone, and he went back, intending to see how he was, but as soon as he came into contact with the big array, he was startled. Immediately went in, and looked at the scene in front of me with shocked eyes.

In front of him, Wen Jie actually broke free of his right hand, leaving only his left hand still hanging on the torture rack. And on the chest, there is already a huge bloody wound, and the wound is still dripping blood, which is extremely terrifying. The most terrifying thing is not this, but in his lowered right hand, he is holding a broken and unrecognizable heart.

Xuan Yue was really completely stunned, he never dreamed that a person could be so cruel to himself, take out his heart and crush it. How much courage does this take, how ruthless does it take?

Wen Jie, who lost his heart, did not die, he felt Xuan Yue come back, raised his head, and his pale face, blood-stained lips, and gray eyes stung Xuan Yue deeply. When Wen Jie tugged at the corners of his lips and showed that meaningless smile, Xuan Yue's heart stabbed violently, and she finally felt heartache.

Let go of his hand, and the heart in his hand that had been crushed by himself fell to the ground, making a faint dull sound. In Xuan Yue's gaze, Wen Jie raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, but wiped the blood on his hand on his face, still laughing meaninglessly, or just grinning in a laughing way: "It's finally no longer painful!

Xuan Yue covered her chest with her hand, spurting out a mouthful of blood, her eyes flashing with tears: "How can this be?" Hurriedly raised his hand, and a light purple divine power hit the chain that bound Wen Jie's left hand, and Wen Jie's body lost its fulcrum and was powerless to fall.

Xuan Yuefei stepped forward, caught his body falling like a dead leaf, and tears poured on his face: "Husband, I'm back! Look at me, please!" At this moment, the sleeping original intention finally awakened, but when Wen Jie was already unintentional!

Holding Wen Jie's head, Xuan Yue cried bitterly: "How can this be? Why?ah~" A heart-rending roar shook the mountains and rocks and the river flowed backwards.

When Emperor Xingyu and Jin Luo and others hurried over, what they saw was Xuan Yue coming back with Wen Jie in her arms with a sad face. Li Zixin stepped forward and pulled out his divine sword, wanting to fight Xuan Yue. But when it touched her eyes full of grief, he stopped his hand.

Wen Jie was already dying, his tattered body hanging limply like a puppet, lifeless.

Xuan Yue hugged Wen Jie, came to Xingyu Emperor Zun, knelt on his knees, gently put Wen Jie on the ground, hugged his head, tears flowed down his cheeks, and fell on Wen Jie's expressionless face: "Please, save him!" The low pleading can only show Xuan Yue's humility and helplessness at this time.

Emperor Xingyu frowned, and immediately stepped forward, holding Wen Jie's veins, perceiving his undamaged meridians, his complete divine soul and full of divine power. He was not sick, he was not injured, why was he so weak?

Seeing Emperor Xingyu's puzzled and questioning expression, Xuan Yue lowered her head and cried silently: "He took out and crushed his heart!"

The words were like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, hitting the hearts of everyone present. Li Zixin yelled at Xuan Yue like crazy: "It's you, it's you who hurt your eldest brother like this, right?" knew that it was too much to ask, but Li Zixin still couldn't help but shout angrily.

Xuan Yue lowered her head: "Save him, give me a chance to make amends!" Now Xuan Yue's mind was full of Wen Jie's gray and lifeless face. His smile, but he was never seen again.

Emperor Xingyu frowned, his hands clenched into fists, and his bones creaked: "His heart is too tired!Need to rest! I can't do anything at night! Don't worry, he can't die!" After saying this, Emperor Xingyu left, and no one knew what he was doing.

Jin Luo stepped forward and hugged Wen Jie: "Take him back first." With that, he returned to the temple of the Divine Realm and placed Wen Jie in his own dormitory.

Along the way, Xuan Yue followed silently, and finally stayed aside, staring at this Wenjie all the time.

The immortal golden body has been restored, and all bodily functions have returned to normal, even if the heart is missing. And the unintentional Wen Jie is no longer lifeless, and has become like a normal Protoss. The difference is that he has no feelings for anyone, just like he does for strangers.

Of course, Wen Jie still has memories, just like Xuanyue before, because of that memory, there is a strong hatred. Wen Jie is completely different, because he has no heart, he has no hatred or love for anyone.

He has divine power, memory, and perception, but he has no heart, no desire, and no desire. Every day he sat silently in the temple, saying nothing, doing nothing, like a puppet.

Xuanyue silently guarded him every day, groomed him, changed his clothes, and did anything for him. But Wen Jie never said a word to her, he didn't hate, he didn't love, he didn't say, he didn't want to.

Emperor Xingyu came back and brought a fairy grass for Xuanyue to serve Wen Jie, helping him regain his senses, communicate with people, and then regenerate his heart.

Xuan Yue saw that Emperor Xingyu was injured, and he was seriously injured, so he must have experienced some hardships and dangers in order to bring back that immortal grass, right? It's just that Xuanyue is not in the mood to pay attention to those now, and is a little eager to refine the immortal grass and feed Wen Jie to take it. (To be continued.) )