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Just when Yan Nuo felt that he was about to suffocate and die, suddenly, the hand on his neck let go!

She breathed heavily a few times before she looked at the dark front with some trembling, "Mo, your injury ......"

"I don't need you to be coquettish, and I don't need you to joke anymore, I can't bear it."

Such cold words made Yan Nuo's body take two steps back, and he almost fell to the ground.

She wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it, the familiar smell of Su Hexiang in front of her had disappeared......

He's gone......

The gauze on his hand still had a strong smell of blood, and Yan Nuo clutched it very tightly, as if he wanted to hold it into his body.

It's back to the way it was, isn't it?

She's Yan Nuo.

Yan Nuo tilted his head slightly, feeling the raindrops that had begun to fall. Yan Nuo doesn't need family affection, she doesn't need love, she has partners, lifelong partners, the most practical partners!

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and under the corners of his eyes, a clear liquid that I didn't know if it was a raindrop or a teardrop slipped down......

Heavy rain poured down in an instant!

God seemed to be holding back his strength, and now it was all released at once, pouring heavy rain and resounding in his ears.

The pond in the courtyard began to rise at a visible speed, and the heavy rain 'crackled' on the roof tiles, but it seemed to be a merciless mockery.

"Boom!"

With a thunderclap, a lightning bolt flashed, a dazzling white light appeared, and a long figure stood in the rain!

At the end of the corridor, Fusang walked by, his brows suddenly furrowed, turned around, and rushed forward with an oil-paper umbrella, "Lord, it's raining so heavily, why don't you go back to the house first?" ”

Fusang was bold and stretched out the oil-paper umbrella to cover the top of Mo Heng's head, his tone pleading.

Although he didn't know how the gauze wrapped around the corner of the Lord's eyes could not be seen, and why it was raining here, the infinite grief and indignation that penetrated from the Lord touched his heart deeply.

How could it be, it was okay just now......

Could it be, Miss Yan?

Such a lord made Fusang fearful, worried, and jealous in his heart.

Mo Heng's body seemed to be completely fused with black, and the kind of icy aura emanating from his body made the water stains on his body also wrapped in a thin layer of ice.

His eyes were immersed in the black mist.

But it still made Fusang, who was close, feel bloodthirsty, cruel, and cold to the bone.

The surrounding air froze and lost oxygen, but it was so heart-rending that it was inexplicably painful......

"She's gone."

For a long time, for a long time, Mo Heng made a sound, which made Fusang's heart feel a kind of sad pain.

"The Lord ......"

He opened his mouth, and Fuso's muttered words were drowned in thunder and rain.

He probably knew why the Lord was so uncomfortable, gritted his teeth, Fusang frowned and said with a serious but cautious face:

"Miss Yan, she may like the Lord too much when she leaves, if not, she can stay with a dead face......"

Before Fusang's words were finished, Mo Heng turned around as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, locking him tightly, with irrepressible joy in his tone, "What you said, but it's true?" ”

didn't expect such a big reaction from the Lord, Fusang was stunned, and then subconsciously nodded and said affirmatively, "Yes." ”

"Huh."

The corners of Mo Heng's mouth raised a mocking arc, even in the dark night, it was so dazzling, "It will never be possible to intersect, she said, it is none of her business who the national teacher wants to stay with......

The scene flashed in his mind again in a shocking way, making him violent at the same time, and at the bottom of his heart, he was sad.

What is all this?

The first time, the woman who tried to accept, the first, the woman who made him so helpless, the first time, made her feel emotional, it was all her, all, it was her...... Alone.