With a "dang" sound, the knife in Qiao Xiaomai's hand fell to the ground.
Her face felt hot, and when she reached out and touched it, there was blood all over it. She laughed nervously: "Ha...hahaha...hahaha...Yi Xiangxi...you harmful person...one life for one."
Life... you can't live either... Hahaha... one life for another... Hahaha, we are finally even... Do you still want to live a happy life? You dream... you dream... I will die with you.
...Hahaha...I can't survive even if I want you to..."
There was a knock on the door, loud and loud, and many people walked in, laughing and joking.
"Master Yi, you are such a secretive guy, why are you even shyer than the bride? What are you doing? If today is not your big day, I have to fix you. Look, what time is it? Master Yi...
"
Song Weichao was the first to rush in. His new leather shoes stepped on a pool of blood, and his face turned pale with shock.
"Oh my god, Mr. Yi...Xiangxi...Xiangxi, what's wrong with you...Xiangxi...come quickly...call an ambulance...quickly..."
The relatives and friends swarming up were all stunned at the door, and no one dared to step in. Only Qiao Xiaomai, with his back to the wall, his body covered in blood, his hair disheveled, and the smile on his face was sweet and proud.
The air around him suddenly solidified, becoming as suffocating as death.
Someone woke up from a dream and shouted: "Call an ambulance... call the police... call the police quickly..."
"Hurry and help Xiang Xi stop the bleeding..."
"Hurry and catch her..."
"Catch that madman..."
Everyone panicked, but no one dared to rush forward immediately. Qiao Maijing quickly picked up the knife on the ground and without hesitation pointed it at his wrist and cut it off...
Easy to see to the west.
He could actually see clearly.
In the last, most terrifying moment of confusion, he turned a deaf ear to all worries, anxieties, and concerns. He just stared at the woman's every move without even blinking - just like when he saw his mother.
He clearly saw her slashing with the knife - aiming at her own wrist, as hard as she had done to him.
He thought she would pick up the knife and continue to chase her, but unexpectedly, it was still slashing at herself.
Blood gurgled from her wrist, and the carpal artery had been cut.
"Mom...Mom...don't do this...Mom...don't hurt yourself..."
He stretched out his hand in shock, trying to stop him, completely forgetting his pain. However, his hand had no strength and his consciousness began to blur.
No one paid attention to Qiao Xiaomai... They were all paying attention to him and rescuing him...
He was the only one shouting, his lips moving: "Quick...Mom...Mom, don't...don't...Wheat...please...don't hurt yourself..."
At that moment, he could no longer tell whether the knife-wielder was his mother or Qiao Xiaomai... It was a nightmare in his fate, a demonic obstacle that he could not get rid of in his life, but unexpectedly, such a scene reappeared for the second time...
The knife went down with all his strength.
Qiao Xiaomai fell down. There was no scream and no pain.
She didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, she felt relieved. She saw with relief that Yi Xiangxi fell first, like a rotten tree, like a dying leaf... He fell before her.
The last consciousness is just a sharp excitement, so good, so good!
It feels so good to be able to die with the enemy.
We are weak, we have no choice, we have no choice but to do this.
Being able to kill the enemy is already the most fortunate thing among misfortunes.