Once upon a time, when he was sure that she was Yu Buhuan, he had many thoughts of killing her.
There is no other reason, just because she is Yu Buhuan, Xuanyuan Mu's true love, and the only person who can affect Xuanyuan Mu's emotions.
If she doesn't die, she will die.
This is how survival is, if you don't do it for yourself, you will be destroyed by heaven and earth.
There were several opportunities to take action, but he gave up.
Because Jiao Li discovered that, for some unknown time, he could no longer look away easily. Her smile, her unscrupulousness, and her occasional disdain all made him feel fresh, amused, and even moved his heart.
When she was in Penglai Mountain, she accidentally said, "Every time you steal Xuanyuan Mu's wine, why don't you contribute a little."
The division of labor between him and Xuanyuan Mu is very clear. The raw materials for peach blossom wine must be picked in the morning when the dew has not dried. It is absolutely impossible for him to show up at this time. Only Xuanyuan Mu can do it, and he is only responsible for burying it at night.
But after she said it, he tried his best and secretly made a jar, dug it out when he left, and buried it again when he arrived in Xuanyuan Kingdom. Feeling that the time was almost up, he rushed to the palace to look for her overnight, but he didn't expect to see her
What is more interesting is the scene where she and Xuanyuan Si Xuanyuan Ci are drinking and having fun.
He threw the jar of wine among the flowers in the palace. Afterwards, he sent people to look for it, but they couldn't find it.
That was the first time in his life that he felt jealous.
I was so worried that I wanted to strangle her to death.
Especially when she knew that she was engaged to Xuanyuan Si, the feeling of suffocation was very annoying.
Thinking of this, Jiao Li sneered at his own stupidity and stupidity: "You are playing with me in the midst of applause, are you proud of it?"
Yan Buhuan was so stunned that she couldn't speak. From the beginning to the end, Yan Buhuan never thought about playing tricks on anyone. She just wanted to get back everything that once belonged to her.
Next, will the hurts of the past really cease to exist because of time?
"Even if I play tricks on you, you deserve it." Yan Buhuan said coldly.
"Yes, I deserve it." Jiao Li sighed. When he raised his face, the luster drew a tight arc along his perfect jaw. The lingering in his eyes slowly dissipated as he looked up.
It was replaced by a complete chill.
He lowered his head and looked at her coldly, just like when they first met: "Now it's your turn to tell me, what's the purpose of going to the palace?"
Yan was so unhappy that he took a step back, with murderous intent in his eyes: "That depends on whether you have the ability to know."
"Can you beat me?"
"I will work hard, but you don't dare to kill me. This is your palace. If I don't go back for an hour, my father Yan Hui will trample your place to the ground." Yan Buhuan said confidently.
"You're very thoughtful."
Yan Buhuan acted very calmly regarding this kind of praise that was close to contempt.
"Since you can think so carefully, why didn't you think of confessing to me?" Jiao Li asked.
"Confess to what? Confess that I am just a loser and let you kill me again, or confess that I have already remembered everything you have done to me? See if you can forgive me for giving birth to a child for you.
My life? Jiao Li, you are a smart man and you have the sense to let me leave quickly, otherwise my father will crush your place and you will lose more than you gain." Yan Buhuan said aggressively.
The throbbing that had been suppressed was stirred up again, and now, he wanted to strangle her even more.
