He Xilou looked at her and said, "I can't kill you."
Jieshuanghua's steps towards this place were stopped.
She turned her back to He Xilou, pulled her lips and smiled helplessly.
She really knows Ho Xilou.
Bi Yuling's eyes lit up and she held He Xilou's hand nervously, "Xiaolou, do you still have mine in your heart, right? I'm wrong, it was all my fault before, can you forgive me, I'm really wrong
No, if you don’t want me anymore, no one will want me.”
As Bi Yuling said, she burst into tears. The pear blossoms were filled with rain. She was pitiful and touching.
Hope was once again ignited in Biyuling's heart.
"Xiaolou, you love me so much, you won't want me." Bi Yuling said.
Jie Shuanghua couldn't listen anymore and was about to leave here. When she passed by Qingge, Qingge, who was sitting in the coffin to recuperate her body and mind, suddenly grabbed her hand, "Who are you not confident in? What are you afraid of?"
Jie Shuanghua lowered her eyes and looked at Qingge, but she stopped talking.
Liu Yan'er pulled the corner of her mouth, "It's really her jade spirit everywhere."
Eleven groaned, "Bitches are everywhere, this sentence makes sense."
Jie Shuanghua dared not look back.
She had seen He Xilou love Biyu Ling deeply, and she was afraid.
"Xiaolou, let me hug you."
After saying that, Biyuling stretched out his hand to hug He Xilou. He Xilou raised his right hand and put his palm on Biyuling's wounded forehead, blocking Biyuling's approach.
Biyuling's forehead hurt, and she subconsciously retreated and looked up at He Xilou in confusion.
"I don't want to dirty my hands if I don't kill you." He Xilou's words gradually made Biyuling fall into despair, and her eyes widened in horror.
Biyuling couldn't believe her crazy forehead, "No, it's not like this, why is this happening? Xiaolou, you must be lying to me, you are lying to me, right? I've said I'm wrong, why don't you want me?
Don't forgive me?"
Jade Spirit is hysterical.
Most of the sins in the world cannot be passed by just one sentence if I am wrong.
He Xilou looked at her and said, "We should say goodbye. I should hate you, but I don't even hate you. At this moment, you are standing in front of me, I have no idea and will not touch you,
I don’t want to protect you. Although Luo Tianrui is dead, you are still Mrs. Luo. You should choose your future life. I will not accept your life, but I will receive it all day long."
He Xilou held the hilt of the sword in one hand and the tip of the sword in the other hand. The sharp blade cut through the flesh and blood flowed continuously.
Biyuling looked at him with distress, not knowing what He Xilou was going to do.
He Xilou used a little force and broke the Nanshan sword in his hand.
He Xilou threw the sword to the ground, wiped his palms and left indifferently.
He can't get out of the killer.
For the woman he once loved deeply.
He doesn't want to hate him.
He just wanted to spend the rest of his life in the sweetness with that person.
Biyuling suddenly turned around and saw He Xilou's back, and her eyes widened slightly.
Even though I was already crying to the point of exhaustion, my tears could not be stopped, and tears as big as beans fell.
Biyuling squatted down and picked up two pieces of Nanshan swords.
The sword in Nanshan is broken, and this feeling follows the wind, and it will no longer enter my heart and will no longer know my intentions.
Bi Yuling bit her lower lip until she bit her lips and blood was stuck on her chin.
She turned to look at He Xilou's decisive back. He Xilou walked to Jie Shuanghua and stretched out his hand to Eleven, "Give me the cloak."
Eleven was stunned for a moment, then took off the cloak on his body and handed it to He Xilou.
He Xilou wrapped the frost-relieving flower in a cloak, "What should I do if it's cold, I will feel distressed."
Jie Shuanghua struggled to push him away, "Will you still feel sorry for? Stop joking."
"Is the little cat angry?" He Xilou pinched Shuanghua's cheek.
"Angry? What kind of person is angry? Do I look like that kind of person?" Jie Shuanghua snorted coldly.
He hugged Jie Shuanghua tightly, and his chin pressed against Jie Shuanghua's forehead, "Don't move, let me rest."
Jie Shuanghua immediately didn't dare to move, and her eyes rolled around a few times, "Are you very tired?"
He Xilou smiled: "I won't be tired when I see you."
Qingting's fingers hit the coffin board hard, "Come on, that's all. Didn't you see that there are two wounded people here? It would be fine if Brother He doesn't care, but he still has the intention to flirt with him. Be careful that we both strike.
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"Strike? Do you want to stop your work?" He Xilou asked.
Qingge was slightly stunned.
He Xilou smiled and said, "Yue'er, no matter where I stand, everything is yours."
Qingge snorted coldly and pointed to the wound on her thigh, "Don't just say nice things, look, how painful it hurts."
"Yue'er, Yan'er, thank you very much." Xie Shuanghua's eyes shone with tears.
Qingge waved his hand to drive away the person, "Don't thank you, hurry up and go with me."
Qingge patted the coffin board, "I really can't bear to leave this excellent Xuanbing coffin for Luo Tianrui."
Jie Shuanghua looked at Qingge with a smile on her face.
Biyuling stood by the ring with hundreds of thousands of people, but she couldn't feel any warmth.
My whole body was cold.
She held the broken Nanshan Sword and saw He Xilou holding Jie Shuanghua tightly.
How can they chat and laugh and be in love with you and me?
When the wind blows, Biyuling's eyes are a little dry.
Without He Xilou, the world is vast, which place is her home?
Her small building is going to become someone else's husband.
Who should I blame?
She blamed her for her own fault.
She shouldn't blame herself, she's already feeling very uncomfortable.
Biyuling slowly left, and no one noticed her departure.
She walked lonely, and she stepped on her own shadow.
"Western Building, come up." Yun Han stood up straight and said.
He Xilou pinched the face of Shuanghua, "I'll come soon for my husband, my wife, wait for a moment."
Jie Shuanghua frowned and twitched the corners of her mouth. Why is this guy getting more and more inappropriate?
He Xilou walked up to the elevated platform with a smile, his face full of spring breeze.
"Congratulations." Yun Han clasped his fists with both hands.
"I know you are impatient, you can go down and see the injuries of Lord Hefeng Yue." The King of Apocalypse said.
"No hurry." Yun Han said with a stern face: "There are a few cracks on the ring. I'll go and see if I can do it. Let's talk."
Yun Han straightened his spine and walked down very elegantly.
King Apocalypse looked at Yun Han with disgust, "Look at him like this. He has been fighting in the ring for so many years. When has he cared about the cracks in the ring? I'm afraid the drunkard's intention is not to drink." (To be continued)