But only Di Ming Jue knows how much guilt and longing he has in his heart.
I feel guilty that I can't become stronger faster and protect my mother, so that my mother may not die.
In Di Ming Jue's impression, Bai Shengwei is a nearly perfect woman.
Kind, gentle, patient, and has his own persistence and determination.
So he would never believe that Bai Shengwei would be so indifferent to her.
But Li Weiran's expression when he said these words, and the strong fluctuation of his aura.
It means that what he said is true.
Di Ming Jue's words make the redness in Li Weiran's eyes worse, and the smile on his face also carries more intense hatred and resentment.
"Di Ming Jue, do you think that I planned every step of the way and plotted for hundreds of years to put you in such a life-and-death situation, just to listen to your explanation, or to convince you?"
"No, I just want Bai Shengwei, who is underground, to see with her own eyes what a miserable end the son she has carefully cultivated will end up in."
As soon as the words fell, Li Weiran formed seals with both hands.
In an instant, the [Curse of Thousand Swords, Ten Thousand Cuts] that had been implanted in Di Ming Jue's body began to wreak havoc.
Di Ming Jue, who has been trying not to show any abnormality, finally couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.
Bright red blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
A piece of paper that had been burnt black fell from his arms, turning into flying ashes and disappearing.
Li Weiran looked at the paper and sneered: "Do you really think that I will trust Chu Moli completely without taking any precautions? No, in this world, I will not trust anyone, I only trust myself .”
"Di Ming Jue, today you are doomed!"
Di Ming Jue's whole body is leaning against the invisible barrier of the cave, precariously tottering, almost unable to stand.
And the wounds on his whole body that were split open again and again have completely stained his clothes.
However, even in such a miserable and desperate situation.
Di Ming Jue's expression is still so indifferent.
The long eyelashes drooped down, covering the dull light in the eyes.
at this time.
The melodious sound of the piano came from the foggy forest.
Di Ming Jue and Li Weiran shrink their pupils almost at the same time, and suddenly turn their heads to look.
Immediately afterwards, a sword light roared from the forest.
It hit Li Weiran Jieyin's hand directly.
boom!
The violent impact sent Wei Weiran flying upside down several meters away.
A cut was made in his hand by the sharp blade, and blood spattered everywhere.
For a moment, Li Weiran felt the opening, as if it was hitting his heart.
The pain pierced his heart and lungs, and also made the blood in his whole body a little bit cold.
…
A figure rushes out from the forest, and in an instant it has come to Di Ming Jue's side.
Muyan supported the man's crumbling body, feeling the coldness and stickiness of the tentacles.
The heart shrank violently, and the hand that felt the pulse could not help but tremble.
"Di Ming Jue, what's going on? Why did you come to play Wu Dalu and make yourself look like this?"
Although she said resentful words, the worry and distress in the girl's eyes almost overflowed.
Di Ming Jue feels that he was stepped into a glacier in a fantasy dream, his heart, which was so cold that he couldn't feel it, warmed up little by little.
It also made his eyes unconsciously stained with tenderness.
In this world, he would only show tenderness for the woman in front of him.
But everything is not over yet.
He still hasn't got the answer he wants.
Di Ming Jue grabs Muyan's wrist with his backhand, his icy five fingers clasp her firmly like iron tongs,