rebirth of wrong love farewell

After blowing out the soul-inducing incense in his hand, the man came out of the hidden closet, looked at the young man lying motionless on the ground, walked over and knelt down, silently looking at his blood-stained face.

"Lan, are you okay?" Le Xinyao handed the wet towel to Lan Youruo who was running a fever, looked at her weak appearance, and persuaded: "I told you not to work so hard, take a look, Are you sick?"

Helping to put a towel on her hot forehead, seeing that there was no water in the room, Le Xinyao hurried downstairs to the kitchen to pour water.

She had just filled a glass of water and was about to carry it upstairs when the phone in her pocket rang. She took it out and looked at the name displayed on the screen, put down the glass, and went to the living room to answer it.

"Yuan, what's wrong?"

"I have a fever. I feel so uncomfortable. Come here." The boyfriend's voice on the phone was a little strange, which surprised Le Xinyao. Once settled, let’s go.”

The man came out from behind the refrigerator, looked at the girl who was talking on the phone in the living room, opened the white paper he had been pinching in his palm, slowly poured the white powder inside into the water glass little by little, looked at the medicine powder that was immersed in the water and fainted, and sipped Lips, back to the back of the refrigerator again.

After hanging up the phone, Le Xinyao went back to the kitchen, picked up a water glass, and hurried upstairs.

Looking at Lan Youruo who had finished drinking the water, Le Xinyao looked at her drowsy appearance, helped her cover the quilt, and said, "Lan, you go to sleep first, Yuan is sick, I'll go see him." look."

Seeing her motionless appearance, she murmured, "I slept so fast."

"Brother, I'm your brother." Bai Yuan looked into the pure eyes of the young man, "Do you still remember what happened before?"

Seeing his dull and slow nodding, Bai Yuan smiled and patted his head, "So good."

Hearing the closing of the door, the man slowly came out from behind the refrigerator, sighed, and walked upstairs.

(Do I know who the enemy who killed our parents is?")

("Brother, who is it?")

(His influence is too great for us to provoke now. So, Xiao Yuan, you must take Lan Youruo down. As long as you take her down, everything about her will be ours.)

(But,……)

(I know you like Le Xinyao, Xiaoyuan, as long as you can make Lan Youruo pregnant, you can transfer the power left to her by the boss in her hand to our side. At that time, you can marry Le Xinyao as your wife , let Lan Youruo be his mistress.)

(I……)

(Don't hesitate anymore, don't you want to avenge your parents? I will arrange everything, and the people around her have been ordered by the boss and will not defend you. You are the most suitable candidate. Think about it, Powers in Southeast Asia...)

(Boss over there?)

(Even if he knew, Lan Youruo was already your woman at that time, not only would he not blame you, but he would also hand over the power in his hands to you. I know, he saved the two of us life, but as long as we don’t kill him in the future, it can be regarded as repaying him for saving our lives.)

"Come on, drink some water." Bai Yuan fed him a glass of water little by little, saw him unconscious, picked him up, and walked to the basement.

"Well, what's wrong with you?" Panting lightly, Le Xinyao wanted to push away the man pressing on her, pouted, "Don't you have a fever? Turn on the light, and I can't even see."

The man ignored her refusal, bowed his head and continued to kiss, and under her soft resistance, took off her clothes.

"Yuan, don't do this, okay? I'm a little scared." Le Xinyao felt a little strange boyfriend, and fear rose in her heart, "When we get married, do that again, okay?"

Looking at Lan Youruo lying on the bed, Bai Yuan looked at her seductive face, swallowed silently, took off his clothes, Lan Youruo, don't blame me, I have no choice but to.

Pfft~ Pillars of blood gushed out from the boy's wrist, making him twitch uncontrollably in a coma.

After cutting off the tendons of both hands, the doctor who connected them again wiped the sweat from his forehead, "His physical limit has been reached, rest for a while, and then cut the tendons."

"Continue." Bai Yuan gently touched the boy's face covered in cold sweat, looking at his closed eyes, "Children are ignorant, and only by cutting off his tendons and hamstrings can he not escape."

Taking off his pants, Bai Yuan looked at the object he had already stood upright, and rushed towards Lan Youruo.

"It hurts." Tears blurred Le Xinyao's vision, feeling the tearing pain coming from below her body, she couldn't help crying.

The blood-stained hands put down the scalpel. The doctor looked at the man sitting beside him and said, "The tendons in his arms and legs have been broken. Although I continued to connect them, he can only be a disabled person in the future, unable to lift heavy objects. You can’t travel long distances. Remember to transfer my money to my card.”

"Okay." Bai Yuan looked at the doctor with a smile. Pfft, he pulled out the blood-stained dagger, and under the doctor's disbelieving gaze, he smiled and plunged the dagger into his heart again.

Casually pushing away his corpse, Bai Yuan looked at the young man's blood-stained hands and feet, and the hideous knife cuts on them, with a smile in his eyes.

Remnant red sheds tears, stamens drift away.

Sinful fate is born by mistake, sighing and leaving.

If you love your life wrong, don't be sad.

The end of the song thank you, everything rests.