Jun Mojue's voice was cold, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty murderous intent, and his sword pointed at the night ruthlessly.
The red arrow was swung like a red spear, the tip of the arrow pointed directly at Jun Mo Jue, and they collided with each other. Neither of them took a step back, their eyes were facing each other, and their murderous intent was steaming.
Jun Mo Jue's eyes showed naked murderous intent, and Ye Qingqing's eyes also showed the same. He could almost guess what happened that night from those words...
No matter what the reason is, the Jun Mo Jue in front of him is the culprit who hurt Mao'er...
Ye Qingwu held the red arrow tightly in his hand. He looked at Jun Mo Jue's face full of murderous intent. Ye Qingwu always had a face that was still frozen in shock. He was once bullied by others to the point where he lay on the ground like a dog.
When he was young, he once resented why his fate was so unfair...
He is obviously and should be the proud son of heaven, a member of the Jun family, but why should he be treated like this? He is not willing to accept it. When he walks out of the hell of death step by step with blood, he once
Resentment turned into hatred. He wanted revenge. He wanted to kill his brother who was a compatriot with him. He wanted the Jun family to be in chaos...
But when he met Xia Qingcheng, his empty life seemed to have color, and a very firm belief appeared in his mind. Everything the Jun family did to him was just a passing thought, and this woman was the future of his life.
all……
At this moment, there was indeed murderous intent in his eyes, but it was not for himself, but for Xia Qingcheng. He felt very distressed, because she was the victim from beginning to end!
"Jun Mojue, what do you want to do? If you want to know what you have forgotten, then go find it yourself. What do you mean by pointing at Ye Qingwu here?"
Mao'er leaned on the bed and said coldly.
The corners of Jun Mojue's eyes narrowed, and a dark silver light flashed past, with fury, "Xia Qingcheng, you'd better not say anything. Do you believe that I will kill him if you say one more word?"
Jun Mojue's suppressed calm mood completely collapsed, he turned his head and turned to the cat with blood-red eyes and roared wildly.
Mao'er looked at Jun Mo Jue, who was on the verge of rage, and suddenly smiled seductively. She already had a pair of charming peach blossom eyes. Such a smile could suck people's souls away. Her pale face and dull forehead
The red lotus seemed to light up at that moment, with an astonishing beauty...
"Qingqing, put away your weapons!" Mao'er seemed to turn a deaf ear to Jun Mo Jue's words, glanced at Ye Wuqing and said loudly.
Ye Wuqing had a cold confrontation with Jun Mo Jue, but when he heard Mao'er's voice, he seemed stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Mao'er, Wuqing... Qingwu... She just called him Qingqing...
He was holding the weapon in his hand blankly, not knowing how to react. His brows were furrowed too tightly, with no intention of letting go.
Mao'er looked at Ye Wuqing like this and lowered his eyes, as if he didn't expect that just one name from him could make him so distracted...
The anger in Jun Mojue's heart was overwhelming. This woman actually called another man's name so intimately in front of him. She clenched the sword tightly in her hand, but did not swing it out. It seemed that at every critical moment,
Ye Qingwu will always step forward at the right time. In this way, he is probably already included in the list of people Mao'er cares about. With this sword swing, it will not only cut down Ye Qingwu, but also the relationship between him and Xia Qingcheng.
The countless threads of my life will probably be cut off with this knife...
"Jun Mojue, many things in this world are beyond your control. You actually threatened me with Ye Wuqing's life. You also know that he is actually among the people I care about, right? Yours
Your behavior is simply childish, and do you know what the relationship between the person in front of you is and you? You actually want to kill him?"
The cat's eyes narrowed, a trace of cruelty and ridicule flashed across his face.
So what if she is the proud one? It was her fault that she wanted to take on all this, but what she got in return was even more domineering and self-righteousness. Now Mao'er clearly understood what was going on in Jun Mo Jue's mind.
He thought about her stabbing him, but he had never thought deeply about the whole incident. If he really wanted to investigate, how could the secrets she wanted to bury be considered secrets?
?
Jun Mo Jue stared at Mao'er, "What did you do to me?"
I don’t know what question I’m asking, I just know that my voice is absolutely suppressed.
"Ask your mother. I know you may already have the answer in your mind, but you just need someone to confirm it. Don't be afraid, Jun Mo Jue, all of this is caused by you!"
Mao'er narrowed his eyes, his eyes were cold, and every opportunity was destroyed. Mao'er said that the temperature of a bowl of brown sugar water would not last long. When the gratitude was torn into pieces and no dregs were left, these two people
It's over...
Jun Mojue raised his head in shock. She knew what he had guessed?
No... no... it's definitely not what he guessed... He stared at Mao'er, trying to see something in her eyes, but there was nothing, cold, mocking, disappointed, and nothing.
Some give up...
Jun Mo Jue stumbled in his steps. He was thinking about rushing out of the night and going to his mother to find out what happened... However, looking at Ye Qingwu in Yaju, Jun Mo Jue's head was spinning.
It seemed like it was about to explode. This night of ruthlessness also had something to do with him. What did it have to do with him?
"Jun Mojue, go find your mother and ask her. She once swore that she would never say anything under my pressure, but there are other things you can know, such as your relationship with Ye Wuqing, and yourself.
How many things has your mother hidden from you... Then, you tell her, don't take any chances and think that there is still a chance between you and me. Just tell her, I will do what she wants to do.
Do it willingly, and I will realize all her hopes and dreams that carry you in her other abandoned son... If she has wronged him in the first twenty years, then in the next sixty years
, I will do my best to let him get everything that should belong to him...!"
