"Lihua, I know you want me to die, but you can't do it every time, if I die, if I can make you better, then I will die."

The man's tone was resolute, and there was no room for turning around, which shook Ling Lihua's eardrums.

She was startled and wanted to withdraw her sword, but it was too late.

The sharp blade easily cut through Lu Hetian's skin, and bright red blood rushed out.

But as if he didn't feel pain, he grabbed the hand of the blade of the sword, and without hesitation, plunged into his flesh again.

Ling Lihua's pupils shrank, and she suddenly raised her palm and slapped it on his chest.

"That's enough, don't kill if you want to die, don't dirty the ground here."

Ling Lihua said fiercely, snatched the sword from his hand and threw it to the ground.

Lu Hetian was stunned, no matter how painful the wound was, it was not as painful as the pain in his heart.

Lihua despised him so much.

But he is to blame for all this.

He pursed his dry lips, ignoring the blood gushing from his neck, and stared at her deeply, "Lihua, I know you hate me, in fact, for so many years, without you by my side, I might as well be dead, and now that Weiwei is married, I have nothing to worry about, so it's better for you to give me a good time." As he spoke, he leaned over and picked up the sword she threw on the ground and stuffed it back into her hand, "You give me another sword, I hope you can dissipate your anger." ”

Ling Lihua's eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of his blood-soaked wound, her heart tightened, and then the sword was suddenly stuffed into her hand, thinking of what he said, her heart shrank suddenly, and she suddenly threw the sword on the ground again, and said angrily: "Lu Hetian, you don't have to use bitter tricks anymore, no matter how many times you die, I will not forgive you." A betrayal is a betrayal, and the stain on your body cannot be washed away no matter what.

When you married me back then, you should have known what kind of character I was, you knew that I couldn't rub sand in my eyes, but you went to touch Zheng Yanran. When you two were together behind my back, did you think about my feelings? You are simply digging out my heart, stepping on my dignity on the ground, you say, can I forgive you? I can't forgive you for all my life, I feel dirty when I look at you more, I hate myself for being blind, and I entrust my life to the hands of scum like you. ”

Lu He Tianjun's face was pale, there was no blood, and the remorse and pain in his heart seemed to drown him.

Ling Lihua punishes his heart every word, although he doesn't see blood, but it is more than ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and it makes him uncomfortable.

He wanted to explain something, but the facts were there, and he couldn't explain them.

Ling Lihua saw his pale face, and she still didn't understand the hatred in her heart, but she didn't bother to look at him, "You go, for Weiwei and Achen's sake, I won't want your life, but don't let me see you again, otherwise next time, I can't guarantee what I will do." ”

Lu Hetian's figure shook, looking at the woman with his back to him, he felt like his heart was rotten.

He loved her before, and still loves her, no matter how much she resents him, the love for her in his heart only increases.

In addition, she came back from the dead and appeared in front of him, which gave birth to a glimmer of hope in his gray and withered heart.

In any case, he didn't want to let her go anymore.

Ling Lihua saw his defeated face, her heart was a little blocked, and she blurted out: "Actually, it's not impossible that you want me to eliminate my grudge against you." ”。

Lu Hetian's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward excitedly, "You say, as long as you say, I will promise you any conditions." ”