But Chu Shaoyang's nonchalant tone was heard: "Well, of course I know."
"Why don't you ask me why I missed the sword?"
"Too lazy to ask." Chu Shaoyang still didn't open his eyes.
He seemed to have no interest in anything.
"Haha, Chu Shaoyang, you can't tolerate anything else except her in your heart now, right? Since you care about her so much, why don't you go down to find her? As long as you die, won't you be able to see her? Right? You are simply guilty. You know that you have done something wrong, and you are afraid of seeing her. Are you afraid of being embarrassed? Chu Shaoyang, what kind of man do you think you are if you don't even dare to die? You want me to kill you, but I don’t want you to do what you want. I just want to make you hurt, but you can’t die!” Master Qianmian said through gritted teeth, as if he was letting out all the hatred in his heart. The tone was full of spite.
Chu Shaoyang still looked calm.
"This pain is nothing compared to the pain in my heart. If I don't die, there will be a reason for me to continue living. I... I'm not afraid of seeing her."
His tone suddenly became a little low, and the words of Young Master Qianmian seemed to touch something in him.
"When I finish what I have to do, I will naturally go find her. She is originally my wife, but who do you think you are? She is neither male nor female. You are a monster. You keep claiming that she is your aunt. What a shame. Do you have the nerve? Does she care if you want to avenge her? Has she ever looked at you or spoken to you? "
Chu Shaoyang's words suddenly became harsh, and every word was like a knife stabbing into Young Master Qianmian's body, causing pain all over his body.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Young Master Qianmian screamed, his charming face distorted by anger.
Chu Shaoyang opened his eyes and looked at him with a contemptuous expression.
"Take a mirror and look at you now. Even with your ugly appearance, you don't look like her at all! Do you think you can become her by pretending to be her? You're dreaming, you're not even qualified to carry her shoes. , If it weren’t for your disguise, do you think I would have allowed you to live until now?”
Young Master Qianmian's body shook violently and he was shaking non-stop. He didn't need to look in the mirror to know that he must look very ugly now.
No, you can't be angered by that beast.
He knew that Chu Shaoyang was deliberately irritating him, but he just couldn't control it, because Chu Shaoyang's words pierced the weakness in his heart that was most unbearable and fearful.
"Chu Shaoyang, don't force me to do it. Do you really think I can't kill you now?" He gasped, with a fierce look in his eyes, staring at Chu Shaoyang like a vicious wolf.
"Of course you can, but you don't dare." Chu Shaoyang said lightly.
"I, I don't dare?" Young Master Qianmian seemed to have heard a big joke.
"You really don't dare."
"Haha, ridiculous, so ridiculous. Chu Shaoyang, where did you get the confidence to say this? If it wasn't to kill you, how could I endure the humiliation and bear the burden and stay by your side for so many days? You clearly know that the reason why I stayed is I’m going to kill you!” The Thousand-faced Master looked ferocious.
He looks nothing like Shen Ning now.
Chu Shaoyang suddenly moved his eyes away from the face of Young Master Qianmian and looked at the tent pattern on the top of his head. That one was much prettier than Young Master Qianmian's current face.