"Chu Wuxin, you want to threaten me?" Ye Qing frowned, looking at Chu Wuxin with a dark expression.
Chu Wuxin's narrowed eyes were deep and cold: "I just want to tell you kindly that your backing has been ruined... If you are smart enough, you should find a way... to find your next home."
"Next home?"
Ye Qingluo muttered these two words, and suddenly laughed.
There was sarcasm in her eyes: "Chu Wuxin, your attachment to me is only because of the warmth I gave you when you were young, you treat me..."
She paused, raised her eyes suddenly, and looked directly at the past: "Yes, it's just unwillingness."
Chu Wuxin's thin lips were still curled up, and her stern face was cold and faintly lonely: "I never said I love you, you are mine, so you should be mine."
"But, I'm not yours." Ye Qingluo interrupted him calmly.
Chu Wuxin was silent, and the hands under the red robe were tightly clenched.
He couldn't describe what he was feeling at this moment.
It felt like there was a nameless fire surging in his body, wanting to burn everything around him.
Ye Qingluo's words are too harsh.
It pierced his eardrums, causing bursts of pain.
He wanted to seal Ye Qingluo's mouth.
Let Ye Qingluo never say what he doesn't like to hear again.
Then, just stay quietly by his side, that's enough.
Why... He couldn't control his emotions.
Ye Qingluo was the only woman who could make him fall in love.
Could it be that this is the love that Ye Qingluo said
Is he not just tempted by Ye Qingluo, but love
This thought made Chu Wuxin startled.
The pupils also enlarged unconsciously.
The expression on the face showed a bit of sluggishness.
Ye Qingluo frowned slightly, looked at Chu Wuxin's expression of seeing a ghost, and didn't bother to pay any attention to him.
"You are not afraid, am I really going to make the matter of Emperor Moxuan public?!" Seeing Ye Qingluo's back without hesitation, Chu Wuxin's heart trembled, and he spoke subconsciously.
Ye Qingluo didn't look back, nor did he stop.
I could only hear her cold voice, saying without warmth: "You just go ahead and talk. Even if Ah Xuan becomes the target of public criticism, I will stay by his side and fight with him to the last moment."
Chu Wuxin couldn't say anything anymore.
He stood there in a daze.
He stared at the direction where Ye Qingluo disappeared for a moment.
Ye Qingluo's figure disappeared for a long while.
Only then did Chu Wuxin have a slight reaction.
He slowly closed his eyes, and the frost in his eyes sank.
Heart, actually is bursts of stabbing pain.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't stand still.
It's obviously his stuff...
It's obviously his...
He's just a little bit late...
His things, but for another man, denied their promise.
Chu Wuxin's downcast eyes suddenly became dark for a moment.
...
Ye Qingluo quickly left the mass grave with the angry Emperor Moxuan.
Released his perception, he sensed that Chu Wuxin hadn't caught up.
Then he stopped and hugged Di Moxuan.
Di Moxuan's face was full of clouds, imitating Ye Qingluo's previous actions, holding Ye Qingluo's face in his hands, and turned her gaze to him.
Until he saw Ye Qingluo's pupils filled with his own reflection.
Only slightly lowered the anger.
"Why didn't Xiao Luoer let me kill him?" Di Moxuan pinched her face, expressing his unhappiness, "Xiao Luoer talked to him a lot."
"Don't kill him, it's not because I feel sorry for him, but because it's unnecessary." Ye Qingluo let him pinch him, looking at Di Moxuan with extremely gentle eyes, "For me, besides saving my life, he is Insignificant people."