An Yejue looked blankly at Han Beier under his knife. Her mouth was stuffed with gauze and she couldn't speak, but her eyes were obsessed with Yu Xiaoyi. Her colored contact lenses were filled with tears, but her eyes were happy and relieved.
like comfort
Is she happy?
Are you happy that you can die with him and never be separated for the rest of your life?
A sourness spread from his heart, and this time, he finally understood what it felt like - jealousy!
He is jealous!
Jealous that Yu Xiaoyi can express his love for Han Beier so frankly, jealous that Yu Xiaoyi can protect Han Beier at all costs...
But……
Why should he be jealous...
He was getting more and more panicked and frightened...
No!
don't want!
Don't let him fall in love with Han Beier!
In this world, he can fall in love with anyone, but he can never fall in love with Han Beier!
He doesn't love Han Beier!
Don’t love Han Beier!
He can kill her!
He could definitely kill her!
He widened his eyes and slowly approached Han Beier's snow-white neck with the cold blade...
Yu Xiaoyi watched with wide eyes, cold sweat drenched her whole body, and her heart was so nervous that it seemed like it was about to break free from the shackles of her chest and jump out of her body.
He stared closely at the Dark Night Lord. If the Dark Night Lord really wanted to kill Belle, he would fight for the last chance, hold the Dark Night Lord hostage, and intimidate the Dark Night Lord's men so that they would not dare to press the trigger...
He knew that the chance of success would be very small, but even if it was a one in ten thousand chance, he would risk his life to give it a try!
The cold scalpel was illuminated brightly by the shadowless lamp. The sharp blade was pressed tightly against Han Beier's neck, but it could not stop trembling...
An Yejue exerted all his strength, but the blade always stayed on Han Beier's crystal-white skin, unable to penetrate even an inch...
Why?
Why can't he move?
Why did he exert all his strength and all his internal organs and blood seemed to be frozen, unable to move even a little bit?
Why is it that just thinking that the person under the knife will leave him and that he will never see her every move or smile again makes him so sad that it seems like the whole world has collapsed...
no!
Or not!
He desperately thought about Xiaotong's tragic death in his heart, desperately reminded himself that he had hated Han Beier for many years, and desperately wanted Xiaotong's kidneys to be alive in Han Beier's body, but he still couldn't move the kidneys he had broken.
knife……
My fingers seemed to be frozen, and my wrists began to feel sore and numb...
Perhaps, Han Beier does not necessarily have to die...
Maybe, he can confine Han Beier to his side forever, and let the small-pupil kidney in her body accompany him forever...
An Yejue comforted himself like this...
The scalpel was slowly removed from Han Beier's neck, and Yu Xiaoyi's tightly clenched hands began to loosen little by little.
An Yejue took away the scalpel pressed against Han Beier's neck and turned to face Yu Xiaoyi with an evil smile, "Do you want to die together? I don't want to follow your wishes!"
"What do you want?" Yu Xiaoyi asked calmly.
Because, he already knows what Dark Night Lord wants
"Go and die yourself!" Dark Night Lord said coldly.
