She slapped him to death with one claw. She definitely had no claws, so she was naturally referring to Jishang.
Ji Shang is absolutely willing to do this kind of thing.
There was no expression change in Xuanyuan Hao's eyes, no fear, hesitation, or hesitation. He looked at Mu Hanyue steadily: "If I can die in your hands, it would be a relief."
If he could die in her hands, that would be a relief.
He had done things that made her sad and desperate. If killing him could relieve her hatred, he would have no regrets.
He would feel relieved if he could die in her hands.
At least, she can do something she doesn't hate.
Zizhu looked at Xuanyuan Hao and then at Mu Hanyue. He said nothing and stood quietly aside.
The young lady used to like Xuanyuan Hao very much, and she would always take a look at him secretly, or she would be taken away by Mu Shiying and become a figure that everyone laughed at.
She didn't care about these things before, just to see Xuanyuan Hao.
Even if it’s just a glimpse, it’s okay.
She had tried to persuade her, but to no avail. She could only watch her lick her wounds silently.
She didn't know what was wrong with them now. It had only been three months, but it seemed that everything had begun to change the moment the young lady opened her cold eyes.
Now, she will no longer feel sad for Xuanyuan Hao. Even if Xuanyuan Hao looks like this and does this, she will not be moved at all.
There was already the man in purple robe beside her, a very powerful and evil man.
I don’t know how many times better than Xuanyuan Hao.
Only such a man is qualified to stand next to her young lady.
Besides, she could see that the man in purple robe was different to her young lady.
Looking at Xuanyuan Hao, he only had one thought.
If I had known this, why would I do it in the first place?
If you miss it, you miss it.
Mu Hanyue sneered: "Die in my hands, do you think you have the honor?"
She never thought about solving Xuanyuan Hao with her own hands.
She simply disdains such a man, and doing anything to him would be dirtying her hands.
He wanted to die in her hands, but she didn't get what he wanted.
Want relief?
Does it feel too luxurious?
What she wants is for him to live in pain, endure torture, and suffer.
This is what she wants.
Xuanyuan Hao's eyes darkened and he chuckled: "Okay, then I will live."
It's not bad to be able to see her alive, isn't it?
He doesn't ask for her forgiveness, he knows how much harm he did to her, so he won't be angry at all if she treats him like this.
"Don't take yourself seriously, just wait until death." Mu Hanyue glanced at Xuanyuan Hao, her eyes filled with indifference, and turned to leave.
In her opinion, he was just self-righteous.
If you can undo something you did wrong, there would be no such thing as regret in the world.
Jun Moye raised his eyebrows and glanced at Xuanyuan Hao, then turned around and followed him.
His big hands were wrapped around Mu Hanyue's slender waist, he was close to her earlobe, and he smiled seductively: "Xiao Yue'er, since he is an insignificant person, there is no need to talk to him, it is a waste of saliva."
The important thing is that he doesn't like it.
Listening to the conversation between the two, there must be something he didn't know about.
There was a flash of light in the evil purple eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc.
Mu Hanyue turned to look at the monster's face, with a smile as bright as a flower: "If you move your claws again, I don't think we need to speak."