"Let me go, Bo Zhizhen." Xu Qingcheng's voice was a little colder. "I said, as long as I divorce, we have no relationship, don't force me anymore."

Even without hysteria, just looked at Bo Zhihuan like this, but the despair in Xu Qingcheng's eyebrows was vividly to the fullest, and there was no meaning to cover up.

And Bo Zhizhen looked like this. Suddenly, his low magnetic voice came: "I really want to kill me?"

"Yes, I hate you, I can't wait to kill you." Xu Qingcheng hesitated at all.

When the words fell, Xu Qingcheng felt that his wrist was wrapped in as thin as thin. This person's power was covered on his wrist.

Hatelessness has not changed anymore.

Under such circumstances, Xu Qingcheng stood motionless, as if to know what Bo Zhi was going to do.

"Okay, then you killed me." Bo Zhi said calmly.

And Bo Zhiyi has put his chest facing the sharp knife tip of the dagger. As long as Xu Qingcheng is hard, the blade will pierce Bo Zhiyu's heart smoothly.

The deeper it is, the more it is impossible for Bo Zhi to resist. Because of this situation, Xu Qingcheng's breathing becomes more and more cramped, but in this way, Xu Qingcheng did not immediately do it.

Bo Zhizhen just looked at: "I have given you a chance, since you don't do it, just go home with me."

Bo Zhiyu's tone was still stable, and the voice fell, and Bo Zhizheng seemed to take away the fruit knife in Xu Qingcheng's hand, and Xu Qingcheng looked at the Bo Zhihuan in front of her, and she flashed countless pictures in her mind.

There are sweetness and pain, but in the end, it is all bloody.

The kind of strong blood came to face, Xu Qingcheng saw countless people, saw Bo Zhizhen in the pool of blood, saw Ye Yilu's tragic picture, and saw those who left because of their own.

Even the birth of that was born, and he didn't even have time to see it. He only heard the child of his crying, and he was born with his own bone blood. Now, he hasn't even had time to see this world.

At a glance, just walked silently.

Xu Qingcheng's originally tight emotions had reached the edge of the outbreak. The bottom of her eyes had only hatred for Bo Zhiyi.

Then the fruit knife in Xu Qingcheng's hand directly faced Bo Zhizhen's heart position, piercing it fiercely, and even without any hesitation. Such a ruthless, when it broke out, shocked everyone.

And in the fruit knife fiercely pierced into Bo Zhiyu's chest, Bo Zhiyu's eyes were still calm: "Qingcheng, do you hate me so much?"

Xu Qingcheng didn't speak, and looked at the blood that was overflowing in front of him. The bloody pungent made Xu Qingcheng scream in an instant.

Then, then

Xu Qingcheng can only see that Bo Zhizheng fell slowly in front of himself, and when Bo Zhizheng fell down, looking at Xu Qingcheng, he just had a complicated look, but in this attitude, it was like

No blame.

Even this person didn't even say anything.
Chapter completed!