The girl's lips were round and full, but she was as cold as her eyes.

The woman stared at her eyes and trembled. She wanted to push her away, but her hands couldn't lift them up. Her body suddenly lost strength. There was a strange numbness that spread from her fingertips to her heart.

She never seemed to have been as happy as she was now.

But the girl with a cold expression quickly let go of her.

The pink clothes of smoke swayed gently.

The girl threw her away, grabbed the man beside her, leaned over, and kissed him again.

When the woman saw this, she felt sad. She had strength in her hands and rushed over and pushed her husband away.

But she was so sad that it was not someone who kissed her.

"You little guy! You deserve to be close to Lord Serro? Look, I won't beat you to death!"

She used her hands and feet together, her nails danced around, and scratched her husband's face.

Blood marks were engraved on the man's face, making him look fierce.

The couple fought desperately.

No matter how mutual support and love between husband and wife is gone.

At this moment, they had no eyes, no self, only a black-haired girl standing by the side with a expressionless face.

"Sir Serro——"

"Sir Serro——"

The two of them, one of them, wanted to peel and remove the other's bones and swallow them all.

The man's fist fell on his first wife and said in a muffled voice: "No one loves Lord Serro more than me... No one loves more than me..."

"I am the one who loves Lord Serro the most!" The woman opened her mouth and bit her husband's ears with her white teeth.

Blood mixed with minced meat flowed into her mouth.

The man screamed and overturned her, choking her neck tightly: "It's me! It's me! You ugly woman! Go to die! No one will love Lord Serro more than me!"

There were a lot of noises on the "Ding bell".

The tables and chairs collapsed, and the candlesticks fell.

The man repeatedly shouted the same words, picked up the candlestick and poked it down.

Blood splattered his face.

The woman gradually disappeared.

He got up, walked to the feet of the black-haired girl, hugged her calves, and murmured to her: "Sir Xuero...Sir Xuero..."

The sweet and fishy blood stained her skirt.

The faint pink smoke turns into a strong red color.

She lowered her eyes slightly, looked at him, and asked in a voice without any warmth, "Did you really fall in love with me?"

The man pressed his face tightly against her calves through his skirt and said, "Mr. Serro... I, I am the one who loves you the most in the world... No one will love you more than me..."

Shero raised his hand and touched his hair: "Really?"

"Of course it's true! Of course!" The expression on his face looked so happy.

Xuero's eyes were slightly dimmed and he asked in a low voice: "Can you tell me what it feels like to love someone?"

The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was about to speak, but his tongue froze.

What does it feel like to love someone?

What is love like this?

My mind was in chaos and I couldn't think at all.

He only knew that he loved her and was too much for him to extricate himself.

"Sir Sero, I am the one who loves you the most..."

When the girl heard this, she looked disappointed and lowered her head to look at his eyes. The man's turbid eyes were no longer as bright as anyone. She frowned her thin eyebrows and said coldly: "Then go and die."

When the man heard her words, he did not hesitate at all. He immediately got up and bumped into the wall.

"Bang".

The gravel shook down.

He retreated and fell to the ground with his back.

The skin on the forehead was full of flesh, and the eldest was covered in blood.

Seeing this, the beauty holding an umbrella raised her hand to cover her nose, half sighing and half complaining: "You girl, no matter how hard you go back, you are so fierce."

Shero dusted the hem of the skirt, but the blood was stained, so it could be wiped off.

She turned her back to Jianyue and had no intention of turning her head for a long time.

Jianyue sighed silently and said softly: "What's the use of asking such questions?"

Shiro finally straightened his waist and turned around and walked over.

Jianyue said: "Even if one day, you know the answer, what can you do?"

Xue Luo looked at her, her face was indifferent, and suddenly broke her little finger without saying a word.

There was a "click" sound.

Crispy and loud.

Jianyue's eyelids twitched when she heard it: "It's coming again and again! It's so pitiful to be your hand! If you have nothing to do, you will break it and play with it. If it can grow back, it really loves you!"

Shero didn't even look at her, and just walked straight out.

The rain in the sky is gust after wave.

She rubbed the blood-stained hem of the skirt twice in the rain.

The bright red, called water soaking, spreads and turns into two blooming flowers.

Jianyue hurriedly caught up, opened the umbrella, and covered her head: "Xiaoqi, I..." After hesitating, she changed her mind and said something else, "Although the golden bell has stopped ringing, you and I have gained nothing this time. When I go back, I tell my father that he will be very happy if he knows it."

When Shiro heard this, he raised his face.

She is so cute that she only has a pale and cold expression.

"It is unknown whether it is true or not. My father won't be so happy."

"Forget it." Jianyue took her arm and pulled her to her side, "I'm not happy if I tell you."

The voices gradually became lighter, and the two of them walked into the rain with umbrellas.

When the cold wind blew, the light green mist disappeared beside the river bank.

...

In the distance, the clouds and smoke are curling.

Tang Ning and his group had already walked halfway up the mountain.

On the main peak, because people often walk around, the path is clear and not too difficult to walk. But the mountain is really high and the road is slippery on rainy days.

As he walked, Tang Xin fell behind.

Jialan and Ayan in front of him looked more energetic the more they walked up.

Tang Ning's pace has never slowed down.

She doesn't seem to be tired.

Or rather, this mountain road cannot make her tired at all.

She turned her face, only her cheeks were slightly flushed, as if she was drunk.

"Xiao Chi."

She called him, wanting him to stop: "The road on the mountain is not good, and you still have injuries on your body, so stay here for a break. We have to come down even if we go up."

Tang Xin didn't say anything, gritted her teeth and walked up for a while, until she walked to her side, saying, "You are also injured."

Tang Ning shook her head: "It's already done." Her shoulders were clean and she didn't even have a scar left.

"If this continues, I don't know when I will fall in love with the doctor. If the injuries on your body are not cured, you won't heal yourself..."

"It's not in the way." Tang Xin passed over her and continued to walk forward, "Second sister, don't worry about me. I'm not tired of this mountain road."

While speaking, Ah Chu, who had been jumping around on the tree, frowned.

The red rope on the braid facing the sky fell into the sea of ​​trees, and the beacon was as conspicuous as it was.

He suddenly screamed: "Fox!"

Jialan paused and took out the gourd.

The turquoise green has become as dark as ink.

Ah Chu took two steps at a time and hurriedly approached: "Look! If you ask me to repay me, you won't repay me!"
Chapter completed!