Yu Buhuan felt that this was the most inferior reason she had ever heard.
Is it appropriate that she should die because of a name?
Jiao Li seemed to have fallen into the endless memories. He half-opened his eyes and stared at the group of candles emitting faint firelight: "Not only do you have the same name, but you also have the same appearance."
Yu Buhuan was stunned for a moment, and her heartbeat inexplicably accelerated a lot. Then she chuckled: "No wonder Dumpling called me mother when he saw me. It turns out that I look just like that Yu Buhuan."
She raised her hand and couldn't help but touch her cheek, feeling a little disappointed.
Jiao Li turned to look at her, his eyebrows moving vaguely, as if something was struggling under his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed again.
"Xuanyuan Mu carved her portrait on the wall in memory of his former Yu Buhuan. After Dumpling saw it, he asked me who this woman was, and I told him she was his mother."
This sentence may be true or false.
The truth is that the painting was indeed carved by Xuanyuan Mu, the lie is... the person in the portrait is not his biological mother, the one in front of him at this moment is.
"That... woman who looks the same as me and has the same name is Xuanyuan Mu's... wife?" Yu Buhuan asked.
"It's not that yet. Of course, if she doesn't die, maybe it will be." Jiao Li returned to his previous indifferent attitude.
"But what does this have to do with me? Why are you killing me?" Yu Buhuan became a little excited and forgot that Fei Yue was still in his hand. He accidentally used more force, which made Jiao Li tremble all over in pain.
Meeting his murderous gaze, Yu Buhuan knew that he was in the wrong and said quickly: "I'm sorry, my hands are shaking, my hands are shaking."
Jiao Li glanced at her quietly and said, "You have to ask Xuanyuan Mu for the reason."
"Have you never thought of killing me?" Yu Buhuan narrowed his eyes, suddenly lowered his voice, and revealed a fox-like smile.
Jiao Li sneered: "Of course... I've thought about it."
He confessed.
Regarding this, he asked himself that there was nothing he could not say.
"Why?"
"Because your existence will threaten me."
"I know you very well? What did you threaten you with?"
"Would you share your loved one with another person?" Jiao Li asked.
Yu Buhuan was stunned and speechless for a long time.
"Back then, Xuanyuan Mu actually wanted to use witchcraft to get rid of me in order to stay with my junior sister." After saying this, a look of cruelty appeared in Jiao Li's eyes for a moment. Even now, he has not regretted killing Yu Buhuan.
.
"So, you killed her?"
Jiao Li looked at her in shock: "How did you know it was me?"
"Isn't this simple? You can't tolerate a fake like me, let alone the real owner." Yu Buhuan laughed at himself: "If I guess correctly, the assassin we met on the snow mountain that day was actually
You sent me to kill me, right?"
Jiao Li smiled: "It seems you are not stupid."
While he was talking, Yu Buhuan had already treated the large and small wounds on his body. Although the process was very bloody, the effect was pretty good. Several deep wounds no longer bled.
With a clang, the sword edge instantly returned to its scabbard. Yu Buhuan stood up and looked at him and said, "Just take good care of your injuries."
"Wait." Jiao Li stopped her.
Yu Buhuan looked back, his eyes without hatred or anger, so calm that it made people crazy.
