"Okay, good, this king is not as good as him!" Shuyi staggered to the ground and stood up, his fingertips condensed the ice sword and slashed at the surrounding plum trees, "This king shouldn't be too afraid of losing you, this king shouldn't want to get you too much, this king shouldn't go to great lengths to plant these flowers and plants just for you to be able to look at this king more when you lie in his arms, this king shouldn't ......"

He knelt on the ground with scattered gorgeous petals, and muttered to himself, "This king shouldn't ...... Fall in love with you. ”

In his questioning, the heart of the painting was so painful that he couldn't bear it anymore, as if he had been cut into pieces by him, and his heart burned and turned into ashes.

And the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, as if something had turned to ashes with her heart, and disappeared with the wind.

She suddenly remembered that on the day of the wedding, they stood on the peaks and cliffs of Cangwu Mountain, facing the mountains and rivers, the stars, the sun and the moon, and the red silk fireworks, and made a vow.

They vowed to never leave them for the rest of their lives.

She remembered again that when she went back to paint the valley of love that day, she saw the bloody and miserable scenes of the world all the way, and he destroyed the full door of those people, just because those ignorant people went to inadvertently scolded her.

This man who loves her to the point of madness, this man who makes her love and hate, what can she do with him?

His love was too strong for her to want.

If this continues, he will kill innocents for her again, and sooner or later they will come to the day when they draw their swords against each other, just like 10,000 years ago.

Thinking of this, Huaxin suddenly raised his head, and his heavy gaze happened to collide with the little hatred that burst out of his eyes.

She thought, since he is very much to her, he hates it completely!

If she and him are destined to love and kill each other, it is better to hate and forget each other from now on.

Therefore, even if she acts, she has to be ruthless.

In other words, she has decided to give a true heart to the same dust as the light, so she can only act in front of him.

The painting heart raised her palm, the cut branches, and the falling petals, under her divine power, grew back again.

In the horizontal slope of the flower branches, the painting heart smiled casually, "Yes, you shouldn't love, I'm such a woman, water-based poplar, I am tired of you, you, love the wrong person." ”

She said as she stepped back, a moment of fierceness flashed in Shuyi's eyes, he reached out and grabbed her, but he stood in the way, although he was drunk, his arm still contained strength.

"You...... How can you ......" he opened his mouth and spat again.

Huaxin thought it was wine, but he smelled the slightest smell of blood.

"Why can't I!" Huaxin glanced at him, holding back her distress, and kicked him away while sneering, "You remember clearly, I, I don't want you anymore, your stalking appearance is really ugly! ”

Shuyi was kicked by her stomach and belly, lying on the snow, covering her heart, and watching the ruthless and cold woman in front of her, stepping on the "crunching" snow and walking away, but helpless.

His heart seemed to have been trampled on by her, shattered into mud, and could no longer be put together.

How could she!

How could she ......

He was too weak to stand up, so he could only stand up with the support of his long sword, quietly, looking, and I don't know how long, until she lay down in the arms of another man again, until he no longer had the strength to condense the ice sword, and as soon as the ice sword melted, he fell straight on his back in the snow, and let the heavy snow bury him.

Together with his dead love.

He really, completely lost her......

The snow-stained plum petals fell on his lips, and he was drunk and confused, holding on to the plum petals, as cold as her body temperature, like her lips......