It was like a vicious curse, constantly circling in Yan Jiuming's ears, making him feel his head swell, and in the midst of the whirlwind, only the woman standing in front of him with blood on the face was left in his eyes.
Her eyes were already stained with blood, and she didn't wipe them, letting the blood run down her eyes, covering her with a red streak.
Through these eerie blood-red eyes, she was looking at him, like looking at a stranger, like looking at a devil who disgusted her.
In short, he saw disdain and hatred in her eyes.
The flip of things came too quickly, and she should have asked her where Chongmen Jue was, but now it was completely reversed by Chongmen Huan.
It turned into her holding a knife, uncovering the scars on his body little by little, and uncovering all the inconspicuous wounds that he had carefully hidden, dripping with blood and flowing like a river.
This woman was so bold and arrogant, but the eyes in her eyes were so cold and fearless, as if she had said it so naturally.
I wasn't afraid that he would let her die without a place to be buried!
Yes, at this moment, he wanted to let Shigeto die, and he strongly hoped that she could die, as long as he gave an order now, he could completely end her life.
However, this order, he still can't say it.
It seems that something is pulling him in the dark, constantly telling him that leaving this woman and leaving this woman behind, there is no reason, he can't do it.
Later, he was ignorant, he was extremely glad that he didn't attack Chongmen Huan at that time, it turned out that fate was really connected by blood. knew who he couldn't forget, so he couldn't bear to let him be cruel to her.
"I know you're angry right now, and you could have put me to death right now!"
Chongmenhuan has already opened up, and he spread his hands and said coldly.
A lot of resentment accumulated in her heart is like the anger that is now shrouded in her body, once it erupts, it will be uncontrollable waves.
Swept directly towards Yan Jiuming.
In the dim shadow of the lamp, Yan Jiuming sat motionless on the spot, as if the darkness had completely shocked him, and the man could not feel the slightest vivid breath.
What hangs over him is also lifeless.
Chongmenhuan's anger slowly subsided, and her resentment was gradually restrained by reason, only then did she feel a trace of inappropriateness, in front of Yan Jiuming, she still couldn't control her resentment very well.
As long as he is slightly stimulated, he will roar out.
She couldn't see him standing tall forever as if he hadn't done anything bad, and she wanted him to know how ridiculous and horrible the bastards he had done.
After all, one day, someone will use the same method to inflict these wounds on him one by one.
I don't know how long it took, but the man who was sitting there silent slowly spoke: "Enough scolding?
” He looked up, his eyebrows pale, and he spoke to her in a tone that was not lunar or non-lunar in his voice.
It seems a little soft: "Can you relieve your anger?"
” As if he was coaxing her, Chongmen Huan was half stunned, I don't know why he is here!
Feeling that such a soft Yan Jiuming has an even more incomprehensible fear.