He hugged Wang Lian'er and returned to the room tenderly, ignoring Chu Yue.
Chu Yue knew that Su Mu was hanging there and being stabbed every day, so he wouldn't live long.
She begged You Che.
She didn't want to owe Su Mu or anyone here. Even if she died, she could leave in peace.
If she didn't die, she would never be easily tempted by a man again...
Ha ha.
She knelt at the door of Qinghe Garden, the snow was falling heavily, almost wiping out the heaven and earth.
She listened to the music coming from Qinghe Garden, the hearty laughter of men, and the wanton teasing of women.
The sound was so clear.
She didn't know how long she had been kneeling. Since he wanted to humiliate her, she allowed him to do so.
When we look back, we will owe each other nothing.
She returned everything he gave her.
He taught her martial arts, he protected her, he said that she was the only woman in this life, and he said that a weak person can only drink one gourd of water.
She returned it all to him.
From now on, we owe nothing to each other.
one day one Night.
The snow buried her and froze her, turning her into a snowman.
She had lost consciousness, and she only knew that he had been injured for her and saved her life.
She saved Su Mu's life for him so that they would never want to owe him again.
She held on, with the inner strength he gave her inside her body.
Internal strength prevented her from dying.
The door opened, and several women came out to clear the snow.
They folded their hands and sighed, "Hey, there is a snowman here."
"Come and see."
The ladies and girls all gathered around and looked at the snowman.
So vivid and beautiful.
gorgeous.
At this time, Wang Lian'er staggered out, and the cold wind turned her delicate face purple.
She smiled sweetly and said to the room: "Che, there is a snowman in the yard. Look."
Mu Youche's tall and handsome figure flashed out of the room. He looked at it with cold eyes, his heart ached and his anger like waves.
"Wan Fang, did you throw Sumu into the Wild Wolf Valley?"
he roared.
Wan Fang came out of the darkness and said, "Master, not yet."
Mu Youche waved his hand and said with a snap, "Trash, didn't I tell you to kill him quickly?"
The snowman moved and the snow fell.
Revealing her beautiful face.
Now, they are blue and purple from the cold, and those eyes have lost their former agility and become dull.
"Mu Youche, if you kill him, you are killing yourself."
