"Dong Ziyan, shut up!" Qianmo Qingcheng was filled with anger, like the turbulent sea water. He approached Dong Ziyan with a steady pace, and stared at Dong Ziyan with his stern eyes as if they were quenched with poison.
Dong Ziyan turned her head and looked at Qian Mo Qingcheng's livid face, and raised her eyebrows, "What? Did I say something wrong? Don't forget, today is her happy day and the last day of her blood knot.
It was the day when she had her wedding with someone else.
So what if you get angry again and again? It’s not like you have no choice but to watch the one you love being tender in the arms of others.
That's how I felt when I watched you take care of this girl.
How about it? Isn’t this a very unpleasant feeling?”
With a 'snap' palm, Qianmo Qingcheng pulled Dong Ziyan from Yun Luoxue's hand and brushed it against the wall on one side.
Dong Ziyan's light and ethereal soul was fanned and twisted in the air, and then returned to its original state.
Qianmo Qingcheng's power just now was aimed at the soul's constitution, so the slap Dong Ziyan received was not light.
She stood up unsteadily and looked at Yun Luoxue as if her body was almost transparent: "Yun Luoxue, I said, what I can't get, no one else can even think of it!"
Yun Luoxue looked at Dong Ziyan with clear eyes open, her eyes filled with laughter and a hint of sadness: "Love is not occupying, not possessing, it is giving.
How can a person who doesn't know how to give get love?
You can love him and compete with me openly, but when you start to have bad intentions, you have already lost the qualification to compete.
You love him, but you do things that hurt him and make him sad. Using despicable means to get someone only satisfies your possessive desire.
That is not love.
Let me ask you, are you happy when he is sad?
You think it's his fault that he doesn't love you!
So you want revenge, Dong Ziyan, have you ever thought about your own problems?
Love is mutual. It doesn't mean that if you love him, he must love you.
There is nothing wrong with love, and there is nothing wrong with you loving him. The only thing wrong is that you resorted to all despicable and vicious methods."
Dong Ziyan's soul trembled, as if Yun Luoxue had told the truth that she least wanted to admit in her heart.
She strongly retorted: "You are talking nonsense! I love him, so I must get him. Even if I can't get it, I don't want anyone else to get it!"
She screamed crazily and tried her best to refute Yun Luoxue's words.
Yun Luoxue just smiled faintly, "Poor people must be hateful, Dong Ziyan, I feel very pitiful for you now."
For some reason, when she faced Dong Ziyan now, her feeling of hatred was no longer as strong as before.
After hearing this, Dong Ziyan rushed towards Yun Luoxue as if she were crazy, as if he wanted to tear her into pieces.
Yun Luoxue's brows were cold, she raised her head and lowered it, throwing Dong Ziyan far away.
Dong Ziyan looked as if she had taken wind, her eyes were red, and she glared at Yun Luoxue angrily, as if Yun Luoxue was a stumbling block for her, and she wanted to get rid of it at all costs!
He suddenly exerted force on his arms, and a wave of blue power swept out, forcing it towards Yun Luoxue.
Yun Luoxue's heart was filled with an overwhelming sense of hatred. How could Dong Ziyan be so ungrateful?
Her eyes were cold, but she hadn't taken action yet.
Qianmo Qingcheng on the side waved her sleeves lightly, sweeping over Dong Ziyan's fragile soul.
Xiaobao looked at Dong Ziyan angrily. He twisted his little paw, and black soul-locking nails appeared in his little paws. With a 'swish' sound, the black soul-locking nails were nailed on Dong Ziyan's wrist.
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Dong Ziyan still cursed without repentance, perhaps because she hated Yun Luoxue too much in her heart, and her curses became more and more unpleasant, even worse than those of a shrew.