The originally clean floor was stained with red and looked particularly eerie under the candlelight.
Mo Yan still held the dagger in her left hand and ignored the blood flowing on her right arm. She couldn't stab Mu Feng, but she could stab herself.
Mu Feng, who was already very angry, became even more angry after seeing Mo Yan hurt himself. He stepped forward and knocked the dagger off Mo Yan's hand.
He pinched Mo Yan's bleeding arm hard. Mu Feng's expression at this moment was like Shura walking out of hell, "Does it hurt? Do you know? My heart hurts even more!"
Mu Feng couldn't stand Mo Yan's self-destructive behavior. Didn't he express it clearly enough?
In fact, as long as Mo Yan accepts him obediently, then everything will not be like this, his Yan can live a happy life, and he, Mu Feng, will also become very happy.
At night, the surroundings seemed very quiet. Even in this room, you could only hear the breathing of two people.
Mo Yan didn't look at Mu Feng's sad and angry eyes. She didn't know how to face this relationship at all. There was no need for feelings in her world, and feelings were not what she needed at all.
Yes, people like her don't need feelings or love, Mo Yan mocked in his heart and kept telling himself that she didn't want such feelings.
"The blood will flow endlessly." After silence, Mu Feng laughed, "Haha, haha, I, Mu Feng, have fallen in love with your ruthless Mo Yan."
Mu Feng went crazy. He stepped forward and hugged Mo Yan tightly in his arms. He buried his head in Mo Yan's neck for a while, and then said evilly in Mo Yan's ear, "Flow, flow, even if it's all drained,
You can only be mine."
Due to Mu Feng's crazy movements, the wound stabbed by the dagger was firmly grasped by Mu Feng. Mo Yan could only feel the blood flowing out, and Mo Yan's face became very pale.
"Madman," Mo Yan said with difficulty.
"Yes, I, Mu Feng, am a madman, a madman who is crazy about you, Mo Yan," Mu Feng let go of Mo Yan, turned around and walked away laughing.
Seeing Mu Feng walk out of the room, Mo Yan sat on the ground dejectedly. In fact, she didn't know why she stabbed herself. She just thought that the pain might be better, at least better than the pain in her heart.
He laughed and walked out of the room. The moment he left the door, Mu Feng, who had his back turned to Mo Yan, showed an expression of embarrassment and pain. However, he turned away and stood quietly by the bamboo forest outside the room, looking at Mo Yan's room for a long time.
Looking at Mo Yan's blood still standing on his hand, Mu Feng felt extremely hurt and had an urge to destroy the whole world.