"ah!"
Everyone was stunned by this scene.
The man in black under Chu Shaoyang could not help but scream: "Young Master!"
But he waved his hand: "No one is allowed to move."
The scarlet blood kept dripping down his wrist, falling onto the ground and sinking into the soil.
But Chu Shaoyang was smiling.
He looked at those delicate flowers, and a scene from many years ago flashed before his eyes.
Under the peach tree, petals are falling colorfully.
A girl in plain clothes had long hair like clouds. She stretched out her arms to pick off the hairpins hooked on the branches, revealing her arms that were as strong as frost and snow.
Her smile, and the charm in her glance back are hard to describe.
From that moment on, he never forgot her face.
The past is gone and cannot be pursued.
Chu Shaoyang allowed the blood to flow, with a smile always on his lips.
Since he can't see her, let his blood water these flowers and make them more colorful.
He hoped that when she saw these beautiful flowers, she would occasionally think of him, and then he would have no regrets in his death.
"Chu Shaoyang, what are you doing?"
Mo Chuan finally couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to step forward to stop him, but Xiao Si and Zhui Feng tried their best to stop him.
"Master! Don't be fooled!"
"He must have some conspiracy, you can't go there!"
Chu Shaoyang raised his head, his handsome face was pale without a trace of blood, but his complexion was as white as jade, and his eyes were dark and deep.
He smiled and said, "I have done too many wrong things that I can never make up for. So let my blood atone for my sins."
After saying this, he put the dagger in his left hand and cut another deep wound on the wrist of his right hand.
A large amount of blood gushes out, instantly staining his robe.
The dark purple clothes were soaked in blood and turned black.
"Little Lord!"
The killers in black were all shocked and dumbfounded.
A killer in black rushed forward and tried to bandage his wounds.
Chu Shaoyang raised his palm and hit the killer on the chest. The killer screamed and was knocked away by the palm. He fell to the ground with blood spurting out of his mouth.
Seeing this, none of the black-clad killers dared to move again.
Xiao Si murmured, "No way, is he trying to commit suicide? He doesn't seem like that kind of person."
There was also a look of disbelief in Zhuifeng's eyes.
They were all waiting for Chu Shaoyang to fight a trapped beast. They would fight back with all their strength before dying. This is Chu Shaoyang's territory. He has been running it for several years, and he must still have some killer moves that no one else can guess. hand.
He won't just sit there and wait for death.
But what they never dreamed was that Chu Shaoyang would actually commit suicide!
This is impossible!
But this is not suicide, so what is it? Did he think there was too much blood and was bleeding for fun
This is too incredible.
Mo Chuan could no longer bear it and said sternly: "Chu Shaoyang, you are a member of my Chu family. There are no cowards among the Chu family! If you die like this, you will not have the face to see the ancestors of the Chu family!"
Chu Shaoyang's face became paler and paler, and his body swayed, but there was always a smile on his lips.
Hearing this, he looked up at Mo Chuan and smiled slightly.
"Have you finally admitted that I am a member of the Chu family?"
Mo Chuan remained silent.
Chu Shaoyang's body swayed, and suddenly he lost his balance and fell into the flowers.
His paper-white face looked even paler against the backdrop of the flowers.
Both of his wrists were covered in blood, the blood was flowing so much and so fast that he barely had the strength to open his eyes.
It was quiet all around.
It was so quiet that the only sound you could hear was the sound of blood dripping.
"Ning'er!" Mo Chuan finally clapped his hands lightly.