Despite this, Qingyuan still showed no fear, her clear eyes did not tremble at all, but showed endless indifference and alienation.
But what Jun Wuyao hated most was her indifference and alienation, as if he was just a dispensable, insignificant stranger.
The hand holding her neck did not loosen, but instead increased its strength. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "To this day, you still can't forget him."
Looking at the man in front of her with sinister eyes and full of anger, Qingyuan's mouth curved into a shallow arc, which seemed to be a mockery or a sneer.
"Speak, why don't you speak!" He pinched her neck and slowly lifted her whole body up.
His breathing suddenly stagnated, and the pain in his neck did not make Qingyuan give in. It was just because he used so much force that it was very difficult to breathe and his face turned slightly pale. Despite this, his beautiful face remained cold and indifferent.
, there is an air of indifference about him.
When he didn't get any response, Jun Wuyao became furious. With a wave of his hand, he knocked Qingyuan's body away. A murderous intent flashed across his purple eyes.
Qingyuan had no defense at all. His body was suddenly knocked away and fell heavily on the grass. His head hit a stone on the side, and some blood oozed from his forehead and flowed down his beautiful cheeks.
Black light flashed and a strong wind passed by. Jun Wuyao had once again arrived in front of Qingyuan. His big hands pinched her neck again. There was sinister and indifference in his purple eyes, but when he saw the blood constantly pouring out of her smooth forehead,
The big hand trembled slightly, and the sinister look in his eyes slowly faded away, replaced by self-blame and heartache.
His fingers touched her forehead, and his fingertips touched the warm liquid, and his heart trembled uncontrollably. He bent down and hugged Qingyuan who was lying on the ground in his arms, his movements were very gentle,
Her purple eyes were full of love and pity: "Qing'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I..."
Qingyuan raised her eyes and glanced at him, her eyes were indifferent and her tone was cold: "I'm not your object, there's no need to use such a tone."
"Qing'er, I..." Jun Wuyao was about to say something, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Qingyuan.
"The Supreme Evil Emperor of the Realm is sorry, Qingyuan cannot bear it. What does this wound mean?"
The tone seemed to be mocking, but also mocking. I don’t know if she was laughing at Jun Wuyao, or she was laughing at herself...
Jun Wuyao paused his hand slightly, suppressing the anger in his body, and remained silent without speaking. He carried Qingyuan to the soft couch beside him and placed her on it.
Looking at the wound that was still bleeding, he waved his hand, and a treatment tool appeared in his hand. He held a handkerchief in one hand to clean her blood stains, and then cleaned the wound with very gentle movements.
It is hard to imagine that the Evil Emperor, the supreme murderer in the world, would also have such a gentle side.
Qingyuan just lay quietly on the soft couch from beginning to end, letting Jun Wuyao clean her wounds without saying a word, her expression was indifferent, and the aura of alienation and coldness on her body had not dissipated.
The two people who once loved each other so much are now strangers.
After treating her wounds, Jun Wuyao stopped moving and stared intently at those cold, beautiful eyes.
"Qing'er, since you personally broke the oath you made back then, can everything start over again? After waiting for thousands of years, I will never let you go again, and I will never let you go again! Absolutely not!"