Jiao is indeed different from dragon. Although they both have great power, they are one good and one evil. They are fundamentally different.
——Well, from now on you will be called Xuanyuan Jiao.
——Why do I have to take your last name? My last name is Jiao and my given name is Li.
——How to explain Li?
——I feel that I will leave one day, so I call it Jiaoli.
——Okay. Just do whatever you like. Remember to cover yourself with more quilts at night. I was a little dizzy this morning.
It took many days before Jiaoli replied.
——Your mother doesn’t love you at all.
Yan Buhuan clutched the letter in his hand and his heart began to tremble.
Because the corresponding reply letter was full of blood.
——Jiao Li, you are right, she doesn’t love me at all.
Then came the angry questioning.
——Where is that finger? Why is it gone?
——They cut it off.
Cut it off! What a simple answer.
It's as if the hair has grown and been cut off.
But what a cruel answer? A child who has gone through six reincarnations arduously and fell to the ground has no knowledge of the world, only to be stabbed in the end?
How cruel does a mother have to be to kill someone?
Yan Buhuan clenched the envelope and read the contents with tears in his eyes.
——I am Daozu, and everyone is fish and meat, starting from today.
——You are two knives.
If you want to truly understand a person, you have to understand the environment in which he grew up. Some people are mean, perhaps because their parents are mean, so they are influenced by it. Some people are cold because the environment in which they live teaches them to be ruthless to others. Some people are cruel because they are cruel.
Never got the warmth.
Every line of this word contains the blood and tears of Xuanyuan Mu and Jiao Li's growth, including suffering and gore. Looking at these words, Yan Buhuan's eyes heat up. Those heinous past events actually happened between Xuanyuan Mu and Jiao Li.
away from the body.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared beside her unprepared: "What are you doing here?"
Yan Buhuan raised his head suddenly and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Jiao Li was looking down from a high position. When he saw the envelope in her hand, he frowned and raised his big hand. Yan Buhuan hurriedly avoided it, only to hear a bang. The place where she was just now had been turned into a pile of ruins, and that
The box was also swept into powder by internal force, and the dark room was filled with the smell of dust and sawdust.
Yan Buhuan was choked and coughed repeatedly, and the only remaining letter in his hand fell to the ground.
Jiao Li walked over slowly, squatted on the ground, picked up the blood-stained letter, and saw the writing on it. At that moment, the wound that had healed was torn open.
He had never experienced pain before, and a suffering that he could never explain to outsiders.
With a movement of his palm, the letter raft turned into a puddle of ashes and flowed out from between his fingers.
Yan Buhuan looked at him motionless.
Jiao Li's expression was so terrifying, as if he had walked out of hell, cold and sinister, and the despair in his eyes was more frightening than the haze on his face.
He looked at her with a half-smile, his eyes clearly filled with bloodlust, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was bright and moving.
Anyone who knows Jiao Li knows that his smile always represents the prelude to killing.
In fact, when Mu Qingya was stalling for time, he had doubts whether Yan Buhuan had instructed her to do this.
But at that time, he said to himself in his heart, don't think of the worst, it might be a prank.
——If it is a prank, he is happy to accept it. After all, it is wrong for him to marry someone else openly.
