Then red blood slipped down her face and fell on the shards, drop by drop, and it didn't take long for the shards to turn red.
Half of her face was covered with blood, the blood stained her lips red, she looked infinitely bewitching, she hooked her lips, she was actually laughing, this smile set off the blood red, even more weird.
Yan Jiuming sat there with a calm face, the incomparable anger in his heart was as if he had been stabbed by someone, as if he wanted to break the neck of the woman in front of him who didn't know the height of the sky, so as to eliminate the hatred in his heart.
However, before he could do all this, he saw Chongmenhuan's smile, and the cold smile hung on her red lips, so vivid and enchanting.
Like a blood-sucking devil, sneering low in the dark night.
Yan Jiuming was inexplicably stunned by this smile, and sat there and forgot what she should do, just looked at her face in a daze, feeling that her head was blank.
Thinking back to such a moment later, Yan Jiu vaguely felt that maybe it was at that time that he should have discovered the countless resentments and hatreds shouted in Chongmenhuan's gloomy smile.
She laughed, mocked him, and despised him because he had killed him with his own hands, and it was her!
It's a pity that he couldn't understand it at that time, and the changes of the world have been lurking in this night, just waiting for the dawn to erupt.
He was so focused on breaking through the darkness that he didn't have time to see what was at the end of the darkness.
If he misses Chongmenhuan, he misses the woman who misses him from heart to heart, Qin Xuanji!
This is what he can't imagine now, he is caught off guard, life and death have come, choking the throat of people's fate, so that no one can resist.
"You're angry now, angry because you feel like your wounds have been revealed!"
Yan Jiuming didn't speak, it didn't mean that Chongmenhuan wouldn't speak, in such a night, she gave birth to infinite courage and countless sharp resentments.
I always want to ask him, after doing those things, does his conscience Yan Jiuming also feel so uneasy, and at night, will he also have nightmares?
Yan Jiu listened to her in a daze, and the woman's eyebrows in her eyes were full of cold and blood-colored smiles, like poison, which entered his heart little by little, and that heart was roaring with intense pain.
Her courage is getting bigger and bigger, so big that the words she says make him feel miserable, no one has ever dared to talk to him like this, and she has never even mentioned Qin Xuanji in front of him.
This woman has been forgotten and buried in that unbearable past.
And tonight, Chongmen Huan's words were all about Qin Xuanji's woman, she seemed to feel injustice before her, her face was gloomy and her words were sharp, and she pierced Yan Jiuming's heart sentence by sentence.
It seems that he wants to stir his heart to a rotten before he is willing.
"But where can these things be your wounds?
You should feel excited and relieved, the woman and child you killed, they should have wounds on their bodies!
” Chongmen Huan didn't seem to be afraid of anything all of a sudden, and looked at Yan Jiuming's face that had completely changed color, and felt extremely relieved.
Crazy, mocking and sneering: "You will one day, like them, leave scars on your body!"
” Maybe it's the wound after the severed head, or maybe it's the pain of being split by five horses.
It must have been left on him.