Not long after, Qian Xing saw a bride wearing a red hijab enter the living room with the fake Qian Xing, and then, under the auspices of the officiant, worshiped the heaven and the earth.
Qian Xing watched with helpless eyes and had no idea what to do.
When he pretended that Qian Xing was praying to heaven and earth with his beloved girl, he shouted anxiously in his heart.
He hoped that his beloved girl would find out that Qian Xing in front of him was a Fake, but the real money is embedded in the wall.
But his beloved girl couldn't hear the cry in his heart at all.
After the couple bowed, Qian Xing felt that the entire hall had become dark, he felt that the sky had also become dark, and he felt that his heart had been broken, and it was still It was cut into pieces with a knife.
When the fake Qian Xing took the bride's hand and walked toward the second floor, he suddenly stood there.
He raised his head and looked at Qian Xing with a proud look on his face.
Qian Xing was already feeling very uncomfortable.
He couldn't bear the excitement of the fake Qian Xing in front of him.
He wished he could rush down from the wall and tear the fake Qian Xing to pieces.
No, he also wanted to drink his blood.
Chewing his bones, even that can't relieve the hatred in my heart.
Maybe the sadness in Qian Xing's heart moved God.
He suddenly felt his body move and his hands and feet could move.
He saw that he was getting closer and closer to the stairs, and finally he stepped on the stairs with his feet.
Yes, he could move, he was free again.
Although Qian Xing himself didn't know what happened, he could move.
The feeling of stepping on the stairs was really good.
But Qian Xing had no intention of feeling emotional.
He suddenly raised his hands and pinched the fake Qian Xing's neck tightly.
He wanted to strangle the fake to death.
As long as the fake Qian Xing died, Then your parents are still your parents, and your beloved girl can come back to you.
The fake Qian Xing did not offer any resistance and allowed Qian Xing to pinch his neck.
Soon, Fake Qianxing's face turned red, his veins jumped very high, and after a short time, he turned black and purple.
Suddenly, Qian Xing felt that the fake Qian Xing he was holding in his hands became heavier, but Qian Xing did not let go.
He felt that the fake Qian Xing in front of him might be pretending to be dead.
So after another two minutes of pinching, he let go, and the fake Qian Xing fell softly to the ground.
"Hahaha, you are too young to steal my Qian Xing's wife.
This is your final fate."
Qian Xing laughed.
He felt that at this moment, his heart was unusually relaxed.
Maybe it was Because he took back what belonged to him.
"Hey, do you really think I'm too young?"
A familiar voice came from under the red hijab.
Qian Xing's heart suddenly tightened.
What's going on?
The red hijab was lifted, revealing a face that Qian Xing was very familiar with, a face that looked exactly like his own. hiss Qian Xing didn't say anything because he was too surprised.
He took a breath and slowly looked at the fake Qian Xing who was strangled to death by him.
After he looked at Fake Qian Xing's face for a long time, he turned his attention to Fake Qian Xing's face again.
He didn't understand why there was a fake Qian Xing lying on the ground, and there was another fake Qian Xing in front of him.
He couldn't figure out how many fakes there were in his home.
He even felt that if he put the fake Qian Xing in front of him, If they are strangled to death again, will a third fake or a fourth fake appear?
Qian Xing already felt that he was dreaming, because such a ridiculous situation could not happen in reality, but it turned out that Qian Xing had pinched himself before, and it really hurt.
"Hey, do you know who you strangled to death just now?"
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The fake in front of him suddenly spoke.
"Who else could it be?
It's just a fake.
Who are you and why are you pretending to be me?"
Qian Xing snorted coldly and expressed his doubts.
"Hey, is it really a fake?
You can see for yourself."
The fake Qian Xing did not answer Qian Xing's question, but looked at Qian Xing with some compassion.
For some reason, Qian Xing felt a thump in his heart, as if it was a bad premonition.
He subconsciously looked at the fake who was strangled to death by him, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
The one lying softly on the ground on the stairs was indeed a fake that looked exactly like him, and he was almost fooled.
"Hum him"
"Hey, take a good look."
The fake sat directly on the stairs, and then stretched his hand towards the face of the lying fake.
Stab A sound similar to the tape being peeled came over, and Qian Xing's eyes widened.
The face of the fake lying on the stairs was actually torn off by the fake sitting there.
The bloody scene did not appear, but the scene that appeared was more terrifying than the bloody scene, because that face was also a face that Qian Xing was extremely familiar with.
It was the face of his beloved girl.
In other words, Qian Xing The girl I loved strangled to death with my own hands This must not be true, this must not be true.
Qian Xing felt really incredible.
But the scene in front of him was not fake.
He sat down on the ground and flopped on the stairs.
At this moment, his mind went blank.
He felt that the sky had fallen and the end of the world had arrived.
Suddenly, Qian Xing was filled with rage and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Then his eyes went dark and he passed out.
"Xing Xing Xing Xing" "Xing Xing Xing Xing" Qian Xing seemed to hear many familiar voices calling him in a daze.
He felt that his hands were warm, as if he was being held by his beloved girl.
Of course, the voice calling his name contained the girl he loved most.
"Am I dead?
I seem to hear someone calling me."
Qian Xing said to himself in his heart.
He wanted to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds and he could not open them at all.
"Xingxing, don't scare me.
What's wrong with you?
Didn't you agree to marry me?
What's wrong with you?
Please pity me and open your eyes.
If you die, I will never Living alone."
This is the voice of Qian Xing's beloved girl.
Qian Xing suddenly became excited.
His beloved girl was not dead.
She was still alive.
She was still alive.
Perhaps because Qian Xing was too excited, his eyelids, which were as heavy as a thousand pounds, suddenly became as light as a feather, and his eyes suddenly opened wide: