At this time, Xuanyuan Mu had no intention of evading.
Yan Buhuan was startled and quickly retracted his strength, stopping only an inch away from his skin.
He is dying!
Staring at Xuanyuan Mu, Yan Buhuan said in disbelief: "Why don't you fight back?"
He can obviously hide away.
Xuanyuan Mu looked leisurely and sneered: "You kill me. Why don't you kill me?"
The confused eyes widened again, and the hand holding Yinyue trembled. This action could not escape Xuanyuan Mu's eyes. He sneered: "You can't do it, is it because of me or for others?"
The struggle in her eyes was clearly visible. Xuanyuan Mu knew this woman very well. Some people could be truly unfeeling and loving, but she couldn't.
Yan Buhuan bit his lip and heard her say word by word: "I can't do it, not for you, but for Dumpling and Jiaoli."
Ever since she met Gu Xilai, she had always believed that Jiao Li could come back. Xuanyuan Mu's body was like his home. If this home was destroyed, where would Jiao Li live?
Also, Dumpling can live without anyone, but he cannot live without his father.
Over the years, she, as a mother, has owed him enough.
Xuanyuan Mu's eyes turned cold: "Are you in love with Jiao Li?"
Yan Buhuan neither denied nor admitted. Sometimes acquiescence is more effective than an answer of eleven thousand.
Xuanyuan Mu's chest rose and fell in the dark night, and the light from his pupils became more and more horrified.
Suddenly, he reached out unexpectedly and grabbed Yan Buhuan's neck. This was unexpected.
The silver moon in his hand fell to the ground. Yan Buhuan used both hands to dig at the big hand on his neck. Xuanyuan Mu's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. This was the result of him driving all night and not sleeping.
On the way here, Xuanyuan Mu thought about many ways she would not cooperate and what kind of action he should take, including drugging, acupuncture, or even knocking her unconscious and carrying her back if it didn't work, but he never thought about taking action against her.
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The tender neck was unable to move in his palm, and the blood gradually faded from the face, but Xuanyuan Mu became more and more fierce.
He wanted to kill her, no, he wanted to kill Jiao Li even more.
But at this moment, Xuanyuan Mu felt something strange, and the expression on his face kept changing, sometimes struggling, sometimes ferocious... as if something was trying to break free from his body.
Yan Buhuan was almost out of breath, but when he saw Xuanyuan Mu's unusual behavior, he couldn't help but froze, his red face full of shock.
The hand stuck on her neck was trembling violently. Taking advantage of this gap, Yan Buhuan quickly broke away and rolled to one side with the help of his strength.
Sudden inhalation of air, she lay on the ground coughing violently, staring at Xuanyuan Mu at the side with her big wet eyes.
She saw a ferocious look on his face, as if he was fighting with someone. Then, she actually saw Xuanyuan Mu's hand reaching into his chest, his movements slow and dull, and then he took out a dagger for self-defense.
"Jiaoli!" At that moment, she believed her guess and Jiaoli woke up.
The man's face was half ferocious and half cold.
The ferocious one is Xuanyuan Mu, the cold one is Jiao Li.
He showed extremely pain. Yan Buhuan wanted to pounce on him, but he pushed him away hard: "Get out of there yet!"
This tone was all too familiar to her.
For a while, Jiao Li and Xuanyuan Mu appeared and disappeared in the body, sometimes angry, sometimes sinister and bloodthirsty.
