But why was he so different from the Xuanyuan Mu she met?
Xuanyuan Mu was very cold, and that coldness was the indifference, alienation and aloofness that came from his bones.
The man in front of him has the same appearance as Xuanyuan Mu, but his expression and eyes have completely changed. Xuanyuan Mu doesn't smile often, but once he smiles, you can feel the joy in his heart even through the darkness.
Nowadays, the cold eyes are still there, and the blood-dropping eyebrows are clearly visible between the eyebrows, as if there has never been any strange fluctuations, but the strange and bloodthirsty smile makes Yu Yu unhappily lose his mind.
It was like an intestinal poison wrapped in a sugar-coated shell, bright on the surface but dark on the inside.
At this moment, a hand slowly stretched out.
One wrist shows elegance.
Jade bones and ice muscles describe a woman, but it is not an exaggeration to apply it to Xuanyuan Mu.
The slender, elegant fingers have clear joints and are crystal clear under the snowy light, like fine ice sculptures.
But when this hand was raised, it changed from its previous grace.
Like the sharp claws of a wild beast, robbing, violent, cruel, vicious...and merciless.
Anyone who becomes the enemy of this hand will definitely not end well.
Yu Buhuan's heart froze, and he had a vague feeling of bad premonition.
It was too late, but soon, the hand involuntarily grabbed her neck.
Feeling the five fingers stuck on his neck exert force, Yu Buhuan understood completely.
Xuanyuan Mu...he wanted to strangle himself to death.
There seemed to be a dull pain in the heart.
His unbridled talk, melancholy eyes, and ambition to look down on the world were all negated by the moment in front of him.
Fake, all are fake.
He wanted to kill himself as soon as he came up. Why?
Jiao Li stared at Yu Buhuan with bloodthirsty. The hand stuck on her neck kept exerting pressure, while the other hand was firmly fixed on the edge of the cliff. From other angles, Yu Buhuan seemed to be lying on her back.
Grab something from the ground.
Seeing her face turn from fair to purple, the smile embedded in the corner of her mouth couldn't help but deepen.
The devil's smile always appears when life is about to end.
In Jiao Li's eyes, life has always been as contemptible as a piece of grass. Although Yu Buhuan is a dumpling girl, her existence has begun to threaten him, so no matter who she is, he will not hesitate at all.
It's just that Jiao Li is a little strange. This woman is not as weak as she was five years ago. Why doesn't she fight back?
Yu Buhuan closed his eyes tightly and tried to remove Jiaoli's hand from his neck. But the other party's strength was too strong, as big as a steel buckle around his neck. Want to shake him? It's a fool's errand.
Yu Buhuan can't even scream for help now.
Her feet were tightly grasped by the two children. Chu Yuan had one hand clasped in the snow and the other hand tightly grasping her ankle. Diaozi used both hands and feet to wrap around her like a twist.
The fish can't move even if it doesn't like it.
Are you going to die like this?
Yu Buhuan was like a stranded fish trying hard to open its mouth and suck in the weak air. However, the person holding her throat in front of her was too powerful and did not even give her a chance to survive.
Beautiful appearance has always been for the fallen soul.
Looking at Yu Buhuan's suffocating face, Jiao Li suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Xuanyuan Mu many years ago.
It was a letter he wrote to Xuanyuan Mu using the wound after he woke up and found that a finger was missing from his right hand.
