"Rong Junye, I hate you, I hate you, you'd better remember what you said today." Yunxuan took a deep breath, a trace of determination flashed on her bright face, her right hand pointed to the sky, her eyes were cold.
And fiercely, "I, Bai Yunxuan, swear here in front of the mountains and the sky that from now on, Rong Junye'en and I will sever all ties, and we will be like strangers. If we are involved, there is such a thing!"
As he spoke, he casually pulled off the pair of bloody mandarin duck chimes hanging from his waist, and smashed them on the rocks, making a clanking sound. He turned around and ran away with tears streaming down his face.
Rong Junye's face was stagnant, almost without any blood, and there was a sense of despair in his eyes. Yunxuan's words just now shot into his chest like a poisonous arrow. Looking at the bloody mandarin duck that was broken into two halves,
Looking at the slender figure running quickly on the mountain road, Rong Junye clenched his fists, and with a pop, he spit out a mouthful of blood, which splashed onto the bloody mandarin duck. The clear green mandarin duck was stained with a bright red, and even more
Looking a little sad
"Master!" Wan Bi exclaimed, while supporting Rong Junye, but Rong Junye pushed him away, knelt softly on the ground, and held up the pair of quilts with trembling hands.
The blood-colored mandarin ducks separated, their bodies trembled violently, and the tears they held back could not be stopped after all. They rolled down like a dam. Rong Junye lay on the ground, buried his head deeply, cried out in pain, and screamed.
, the cry of blood shook the whole valley, deafening and deafening.
The charming and graceful companionship of each other along the way is not only her full devotion, but also his physical and mental integration.
If that sentence is relevant, there is such an object, like a heavy hammer, hitting Rong Junye's heart, one petal, two petals, countless petals shattered
The man with the jade was standing aside quietly, looking at the trembling figure in the gentle mountain wind, tears streaming down his eyes.
In this love entanglement, who is doomed and who is doomed?
In a blink of an eye, a middle-aged Confucian scholar dressed in a green shirt walked out of the forest. His eyes were bleak and melancholy. He looked at Rong Junye, who couldn't bear to cry, and his face sank slightly.
"Third Master, Young Master, he... we... we are forcing him like this, aren't we too cruel? He really loves Miss Bai." Wan Bi hesitated slightly, and said unbearably.
"I know!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar's eyes were calm, and there was no wave on his face. Rong Junye bowed slowly, turned around, his smooth and thin face showed a bit of anger, and he gritted his teeth and said
: "In this way, you are satisfied and she hates me to death. She hates me to death. You are satisfied, satisfied!"