As long as you don't keep thinking about committing suicide in front of her, it'll be a hindrance to the scenery.
If this woman really died in front of him because of her reputation for chastity, it would affect her sleep quality in the future.
The woman who was still crying just now has completely stopped crying. She looked at Yun Dieyi and then at Mo Feijun with a pair of timid eyes, her brows constantly tangled, as if she was thinking carefully.
After a long time, she bit her red lips with silver teeth, made a difficult decision, pointed at Mo Feijun, "I will hold him responsible."
She had never heard that a woman could marry a woman. Instead of marrying the girl in front of her and being laughed at and used as an excuse, it would be better to choose a man to take responsibility, so that no one in the world could accuse her of anything.
When Yun Dieyi heard the result, she immediately felt that the woman in front of her had poor eyesight. She obviously looked kinder, but she didn't take responsibility for herself, but for the evil god Mo Feijun. What kind of look was that?
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And Mo Feijun spoke directly, with a cold flavor in his voice, "You must die as soon as possible."
Hold him responsible? There are countless souls who died under his hands. No ghost has the guts to disturb his dreams in the middle of the night and hold him responsible. The woman in front of him has nothing to do with him. She wants to hold him responsible, and her head was hit and became disabled.
Already.
Who is interested in seeing her long body that is no different from a defective puppet?
His taste is not that low.
He was more interested in killing people than watching such a vulgar woman who wanted to die perform a scene in which the entire army was drowned in tears.
Immediately afterwards, the silk thread in Mo Feijun's hand moved slightly, and the red thread produced clear ripples from his fingertips to the man picking flowers, like a wisp of breeze passing through the water waves, leaving shallow traces.
What followed was the earth-shattering howl of the flower-picking man, as shrill as an ape's cry. Deep blood marks were drawn on his limbs, and the blood kept leaching out, dyeing the original red silk thread even more coquettishly.
The thread continued to penetrate deep into the skin, and the blood stains became more and more shocking.
Mo Feijun seemed to be very interested in the killing game in front of him. An evil smile had already appeared on his originally cold face, and his whole body was enveloped in the aura of the devil of the night.
He was obviously doing something as cruel as killing people, but it gave people an inexplicable attraction, as if he was completing a work of art that could amaze the world.