Cang Yue Wuxin

After wreaking havoc on his hatred, Zhao Jin couldn't stand anymore, and slid down the wall, leaving streaks of black and red blood on the rough wall behind him.

Murong Feng raised Zhao Jin's cheek to force him to look at him, but he saw that although Zhao Jin frowned, there was still unyielding stubbornness in his eyes, looking at him without fear.He originally wanted to gouge out those dark eyes, but he thought of a better way. Relying on the secret that no one had ever said, he knew how to hurt more effectively than any physical pain.

"You still think that he cares about you? Do you still think that he will be threatened because of you? Let me tell you, Zhao Jin, stop dreaming..." Murong Feng deliberately lowered his voice, provoking Zhao Jin strangely. He looked at him with distaste and pleasure: "You are neither human nor ghost... Do you want to know what caused you to become like this?"

That fire will always be the death spot that Zhao Jin cannot mention.Seeing his sudden expression change, Murong Feng felt relieved: "You think I set the fire... Let me tell you, it wasn't me, you became like this, I'm so innocent... Have you ever thought about another possibility?"

Zhao Jin started to struggle suddenly, he didn't want him to continue talking, no matter what he had to say next, he didn't want to hear it!Murong Feng held him down and laughed: "Zhao Jin... is very smart...you understand it so quickly? But can you avoid it by shaking your head? Why do you think he is special to you? —— You listened carefully , Tang Shun, maybe I should call him Cang Wuxin? Hehe...he is the chief culprit who turned you into this way!"

"You lied to me."

Everything finally became clear, and this cruel, absurd but appropriate reason finally explained everything.

Why does the perfect Cang Wuxin only care for himself in the vast crowd, why his feelings are so abrupt and sometimes deep and sometimes shallow.But Zhao Jin didn't want to believe what Murong Feng said at all, and he didn't want to believe that everything was false from the beginning.That person just pitied him from the beginning, atoning for the mistakes he made, so he gave him so many good things.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, I will take you to meet the person you believe in."

"No, no, don't!" Zhao Jin struggled desperately, but Murong Feng still grabbed him vigorously and walked out of the room to an elegant small building in the other courtyard. He pushed him to the ground without any leeway and said with his head held high: "Murong Xue, You tell him the truth back then."

Murong Xue was playing the piano, she was frightened and trembled, the strings in her hand snapped.Murong Feng said loudly to Murong Xue who was still in shock: "Tell Zhao Jin, is Tang Shun the real cause of the fire? Is it because of Tang Shun that he became what he is now? Tell him!"

Zhao Jin can only regard Murong Xue as the last straw, staring at him, trembling, begging tremblingly: "Xue, please..."

"Xiaoxue doesn't lie," Murong Feng glanced at Murong Xue and said with a smile, "Aren't you right, Xiaoxue, you don't have to worry, just tell him the truth, and tell him if everything is because of that Cang Wuxin!"

Murong Xue's dull eyes were covered with a layer of white mist, his lips trembled slightly, and then he nodded slightly.

Zhao Jin's whole head was in a mess, if he didn't believe it, they lied to him, they all lied to him.However, why the body is as weak as if the blood has been drained, so he can only fall to the ground without thinking about anything.

It's all fake, it's all...

All the love and cherishment, vows and warmth are just to make up for an irreparable sin.The only love he had in the world, the happiness that made him believe in it unconditionally and indulged in it was all fake, not even the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror, and even the illusory image never existed at all.

How ridiculous, how sad.I have never been loved at all, and I am still silent in the fantasy of joining hands in the end of the world every day.It's so shameless, how dare you think so, such an ugly person, even if he wants to atone for his sins, he finally gets tired of it and drives him away.

Zhao Jin covered his face with his hands and sobbed loudly, but he couldn't cry at all.He is too miserable, really too miserable, to be pitied, sympathized and given to him!

"Xiao Jin, I..." Murong Xue wanted to say something, but Murong Feng stopped him.He walked over to appreciate the pain of Zhao Jin being gouged into pieces with satisfaction, and dragged him back to the dark execution hall.