The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

In the quiet hotel room, Chen Xiangyin leaned against the wall, holding He Chongtian's strong arms on his left and right sides.

He was very close, and his probing eyes were extremely aggressive, roaming back and forth on her face.

She felt that she had been seen through, and turned away to avoid it, "What's the emergency?"

"This." A low voice sounded, and at the same time, he hugged her waist and got close to her.

He Chongtian put his arms around her and held her in his arms.

Chen Xiang leaned her face against his chest, her heart beating warmly and powerfully in her ears.

She thought that He Chongtian's heart must be very hot, as hot as his body temperature.

She let out a scream of weightlessness, and was thrown onto the extremely soft mattress while the world was spinning. Chen Xiangyin retreated continuously.

"I'm sorry!" Chen Xiangyin suddenly calmed down and immediately grabbed his wrist with both hands.

"I want to be honest."

Thinking of this, she pushed him away with her arms and said, "What's your relationship with that woman?"

He Chongtian touched his inner cheek with his tongue, and asked in a funny tone, "Agarwood, are you so easily distrustful of me?"

"What do you want to say?" He turned half of his body to look at her. Under the messy and crooked shirt, his muscular body was covered with veins.

He Chongtian's face was pale and his eyes were scarlet.

He's sky-high expression was frozen on his face, his pupils shrank sharply, he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, and his heart seemed to be choked by something and couldn't beat.

He Chongtian's mind was running rapidly, trying to figure out the possibilities of her so-called honesty.

Chen Xiangyin opened his stiff hand and said, "He Chongtian, your tragedy, your inner demons, and your evil roots are all mine. I owe you so much. How can I covet your favors with peace of mind?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his cheek was pinched by a big hand, and He looked down at the sky with a somewhat disbelieving look, "Agarwood Yin!"

For a moment, He Chongtian would rather she kept hiding it from him.

In his mind, there was only the word "absurd", absurd life, absurd love, and absurd himself.

Her voice rose a bit, but became hoarse, "Pang Wenkui was not the only one at that time. I was blindfolded and didn't know who was tearing out my heart."

He Chongtian pointed to the scar on his forehead, "You are awesome, do it again?"

He Chongtian almost rushed towards her to take her into his arms, he was so distressed that he almost went crazy.

"You're so arrogant, who knows if you will favor her after you two sleep together?"

The touch on the back of the neck triggered a series of chain reactions. Chen Xiangyin pursed her lips and said nothing, tossing between wanting to possess and fearing to be exposed.

For example, she and that ghost Ah Pong are a couple? Or is he a man before and a woman now? Or is she actually some kind of goblin, and being with her will shorten your lifespan?

He Chongtian coaxed into his ear, tapping his fingertips on his ear, "I can feel it whether you like it or not. If you don't like it, I will definitely not touch you, but if you like it..."

Chen Xiangyin pushed him hard, "Don't you have any other tricks?"

He had longed for the correct words from Chen Xiang, but at this moment he heard them...

She looked at He Chongtian blankly, with one look, the pain left by all kinds of torture could be seen at a glance.

Helpless, scared, helpless in pain, helpless to die... More than four thousand days and nights.

A broken and intermittent murmur escaped from Chen Xiang's throat, a cry that she tried to endure, "I lost control of my mind at that time, and I forgot about it. I only remembered it after learning the truth from Pang Wenkui. So I faked my death, so I ran away. I was selfish. You are moved."

He thought carefully about how to deal with it, which one he could accept and which one he couldn't accept.

Chen Xiangyin didn't give him enough time to think.

He Chongtian tensed his jaw, "I am still a young man, and I am a widow for you. How do you miss me so much?"

He Chongtian's eyes were a little red, and he put his big hand on Shen Xiangyin's hand, and Chen Xiangyin immediately shook it off.

He Tongtian sneered and raised his brows helplessly, "Yeah, what do you think I can do to you? Besides this, what else can I do to you? Huh?"

The agarwood-induced tears blurred everything in sight, and the crane soaring into the sky seemed motionless under a immobilizing spell.

He couldn't say anything and clenched his fists.

A strong contradictory struggle was in my heart, wanting to break through my chest.

"Yes, this is about whether I can trust you."

Chen Xiangyin shivered all over, chills spread all over his body, and the memory that had passed for a long time became clear again.

"Impossible!" He Chongtian's violent voice was hoarse, "If what you said is true, why didn't you tell me earlier?! Why did you wait until now?!"

She said she was attracted to him.

In her sight, He Chongtian came closer and covered her mouth with his hand, "Chen Xiangyin, how can you make up anything to prevent me from pestering you?" His voice was trembling.

"The ground was stained with blood that day, and the red maple leaves that were dyed red in winter were also dyed...your eyes."

"Isn't that true? Chen Xiangyin can kill people with just a nod of his head. It doesn't matter if you don't have me in your heart. You are so angry and your speech is so ugly. Are you kidding me?"

He Chongtian let her push her away, then closed the distance again, smiled for a while and said, "Do you care?"

He Chongtian was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, Chen Xiangyin continued clearly: "Ten years later, I traveled around, felt something in my heart, and was eager to return home. On the way back to Biluo Town, I was kidnapped and imprisoned in In a dark place, I was tortured. That CD was filmed during this period.”

Chen Xiangyin stretched out her hand to stop her. She looked at him with extremely complex eyes and said word by word: "In 1995, Yongshou Palace, there was heavy snow. I slaughtered dozens of people in the whole temple and escaped."

Can't afford to pick it up and can't put it down, greedy and despicable.

Mentioning the CD, He Chongtian's heart ached. He had read the CD in its entirety. The scars on Chen Xiangyin's body, the humiliation he suffered, and every wailing and begging voice were engraved in his mind and became indelible. scar.

"I'm sorry, He Chongtian. I can't apologize with death, but you can kill me many times until you are satisfied. The truth you have been searching for for many years and the revenge you have worked so hard to avenge... this is it."

"Gouge out the heart?" He Chongtian asked in shock.

Her expression was too serious, and the ripples of mist in her eyes suddenly disappeared. He Tingtian froze for a moment and turned to the side.

"Your parents both died at my hands." Chen Xiangyin choked up and finished speaking, feeling the pain as if her heart had been crushed.

"In 1973, it was my adopted daughter Shen Yueying's 30th birthday. Fine lines appeared in the corners of her eyes. I couldn't bear the merciless years and was confused, so I ran away from Biluo Town."

"Are you okay?" Chenxiang retreated to the edge, and was pulled by the man's ankles, and then pulled to the center.

Chen Xiangyin found it difficult to speak every word, her fingertips were cold, her eyes were dizzy, and the cranes soared into the sky against the light, making it increasingly difficult for her to see clearly.

Chen Xiang lifted her feet into the air, and his arms lifted up her calves and hugged her horizontally.

Chen Xiangyin swatted his hand away, with an energetic expression on his face, and turned away, looking very stubborn.

He Chongtian's heart ached dullly. He didn't know who to blame, who he could forgive, and what he should do next.

The rough fingerprints on the back of the neck are the habit of cranes rising to the sky, a signal before a storm.

The complicated feelings for Chen Xiangyin were about to tear him apart, the darkness swallowed him up inch by inch, and his reason was on the verge of collapse. He desperately tried to grasp a trace of meaning and drive up a trace of strength in his heart and person.

Time stood still for what seemed like a century. Crane slowly raised his head, his dark eyes like a silent abyss, and his voice eerily hoarse.

"Agarwood, how do you want to compensate?"