"No—" Feng Ling'er roared angrily, shook her head desperately, and shouted in disbelief: "It's impossible, it's impossible, it's impossible—"
how can that be possible!
The man who would not hesitate to become a winemaker from a destiny maker for her!
When everyone abandoned her and left her, he was the only one who stayed with her resolutely!
She didn't believe it. She didn't believe a word of what Mo Ye said.
"At that Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, the man you once said fell in love with you went on a cruise with him." Mo Ye's eyes were even colder. He looked at Feng Ling'er almost with an expression of hatred and said, "That For the sake of someone who wants to go on a cruise with you and swallow a long sword, you forget very quickly."
Feng Ling'er was stunned for a moment, and it seemed like she came to her senses after a long time.
She really had no impression of the person Mo Ye was talking about.
She just remembered that one person swallowed a sword and vomited some blood, which made her feel sick to her stomach.
Generally speaking, she didn't want to remember such disgusting scenes too clearly. So even if I try hard to recall, I can still only remember some fragmentary fragments.
"Looking at your expression, you probably can't remember." Mo Ye carefully protected Luo Qingchen behind him, looked at her with cold eyes and said, "My senior brother died here just for you."
In this desolate place, life passes by bit by bit.
But even so, he did not become a bad ghost, and he forgave Feng Ling'er.
"So you approached me..." Feng Ling'er looked at Mo Ye with a horrified look on her face and said, "Just to... kill me?"
"Yes. Letting you suffer to death is my promise to Youran."
A line of bloody tears slowly flowed down, and Feng Ling'er's whole body couldn't stop trembling.
It turns out that every affectionate approach is to kill her.
It turned out that she was the one who was kept in the dark and didn't even understand until she died.
"So you and Luo Qingchen—" Feng Ling'er glared at him and said, "You like her?"
Luo Qingchen's eyebrows moved slightly, and she raised her right hand slightly, tugging at the corner of his clothes.
Mo Ye shook his hand back without hesitation and said, "Yes."
Ding—the favorability is increased by ten, and the task completion rate is 70%.
Finally, I was able to be by her side regardless of everything and hold her hand.
Those things that I wanted to do but couldn't do.
Now, it's all come true.
If Feng Ling'er didn't feel despair when she died, then at this moment, besides despair, she only had hatred.
Hate Mo Ye.
Hate Luo Qingchen.
Hate everything in the world...
Since she had to endure a painful death, it was impossible to make life easier for them while they were still alive.
"The curse of the evil ghost..." Feng Ling'er slowly spoke the next second, muttering in a low voice.
Mo Ye frowned, with a hint of worry in his deep eyes.
It's not that he has never seen ghosts before, but he has never seen such a powerful ghost.
"Come to me if you have anything to do—" He spoke in a very cold voice, word by word.
The bad things that happened to Luo Qingchen before had already made him worried and concerned.
If so, I'm afraid what Feng Ling'er plans to do is far more than that.
"Coming for you? Hahahahahahaha-" She smiled crazily, and the dark red blood on her body fell drop by drop.
After a few seconds, she squinted her eyes and raised her black lips slightly: "What I can't get, no one else can get it. Happiness is such a luxury, why do you have it-"
For just this moment, the entire Yizhuang suddenly became bright, and the next second Luo Qingchen felt a powerful aura attacking her.
Before she could recover, Mo Ye had already held her tightly in his arms.
His eyelids were heavy and his embrace was warm. (To be continued)