Big Boss Villain, Don’t Turn Black!

Wen Qing's appearance has not been as beautiful as the moon and moon in her memory. The wound on his body is not mentioned. The thing without the left hand is more conspicuous. She can imagine that on the cruel battlefield, How did he hold her pearls tightly with his only hand.

Su Mu gently touched the edge of the coffin with one hand. She looked at him seriously. He looked really bad at this time, and even made people feel terrified, but she looked at him and her eyes appeared. Only when he left with the army, he smiled and told her that he would come back to marry her.

Zhao Furong left her a space for being alone with him, but only Su Mu knew that at this moment, she had no emotion other than shock, regret, and disbelief.

She knows exactly why this is.

Su Mu's face was indifferent, even though she was extremely disgusted with herself.

In one hand is the blood-stained pearl hairpin, and in the other hand is the piece of mahogany wood engraved with her name. No one will know better than her. If the current situation remains unchanged, she There will be no painful loss of love, and you can continue to enjoy the sweet time with another man.

No matter what she thinks, she should maintain the status quo is the best choice.

Indeed, she had such a cowardly thought for such a moment, but it was only a moment.

Wen Qing is dead, so he died suddenly on the battlefield.

Whether there is that person’s handwriting behind her, she can’t imagine, but she dare not stop and not suspect, even more because she still “likes” him, she always said in her heart that the impossible, subconsciously want to He was excused.

The thoughts in her mind seemed to tear her whole person, she hated it! She wants to be clear and like someone clearly!

Su Mu looked at the brazier in front of the coffin, where the flame of paper money burning kept jumping, as if she could burn her eyes, she shivered and raised her left hand, so clear that she wanted to hold the things in her hand. Let go let it fall into the flames, but there was another voice in my mind that kept clamoring, controlling her not to do so.

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She understood that the latter voice did not belong to her.

The blood on the left palm kept dripping into the fire, and Su Mu held the pearl hairpin with the other hand. It seemed that this pearl hairpin gave her strength, and a bit of blood stained her lips.

When the figure of the white man appeared out of thin air, she finally released her trembling left hand stiffly.

The peach blossom sign fell into the fire and quickly ignited a flame.

Yue Lao, who was standing outside the door, sighed, and the emotion he got from foreign objects came quickly and naturally.

The next second, the man had panicked her hand and pulled her into his arms. There was little eagerness in his voice, "Mumu, we're leaving here."

She said nothing, and pushed away with all her strength. She stepped back with two unstable steps, and her back hit the coffin.

His eyes were dim, but he was still stubborn and stretched out her hand again, but she crouched on the ground with her head and screamed, "Ah---!"

He had a meal.

Just because her voice was full of despair.

He stepped forward slowly, lowering his eyelids, and gently asked, "Mumu, shall we leave here, shall we?"

Su Mu calmed down, gradually, her subtle and depressed crying amplified, her hands on the cold coffin, as if she had exhausted all the strength on her body and said intermittently: "He died... Wen Qing died... The person I like is dead!"