Revlon

The icy cold water poured into the ears, heart and nose, and the strong suffocation awakened Xiaoyue's mind. He struggled violently, and a pair of big water penetrated into his body, digging hard a few times.

The severe pain and limpness made him unable to even hold his breath, cold water kept pouring into his nose and throat, and the hands pressing on his head did not intend to let go at all.

Finally, when Xiaoyue was about to suffocate, he was pulled out of the water by his hair.

"—cough cough cough cough..."

A large amount of air was poured into the water-logged lungs, and Xiaoyue almost choked to death, clutching the side of the barrel and gasping for breath.

Qi Chen looked at him gloomyly, Xiao Yue was frightened by his silent coldness and made a defensive gesture.

But the wooden barrel restricted his movement, and Qi Chen easily grabbed his neck.

Xiaoyue struggled and grabbed Qi Chen's wrist: "Well...Qi Chen...it hurts...uh...Qi Chen..."

Xiaoyue's face was full of frightened expressions, which just angered Qi Chen, and furiously pressed him against the side of the wooden barrel, and the rough handkerchief mercilessly grazed the skin on Xiaoyue's back.

Xiaoyue wailed in pain: "Qi Chen...Qi Chen, what are you doing...it hurts, it hurts so much..."

Qi Chen said coldly, "Wash it clean."

Xiao Yue's eyes were filled with pain, and he felt that Qi Chen would peel off his flesh.

He splashed so much that the floor was wet and Qi Chen was also splashed: "Qi Chen, please stop, I'm in so much pain...Qi Chen..."

Qi Chen turned Xiaoyue over, pinched his jaw and forced him to raise his head, and began to wash his neck.

The veil rubbed against the skin repeatedly, and the white and delicate skin was reddened in large swaths, with subcutaneous congestion oozing out, and the throat bone was even torn.

Qi Chen saw Fang Yuwu pressing on Xiaoyue with his own eyes, and saw Xiaoyue's sweaty neck and wet trousers.

Xiaoyue's collarbone is very beautiful, and the uneven bone line is just right. Qi Chen doesn't want to spoil this beauty, but who knows if Fang Yuwu has ever kissed his neck?

What if saliva gets on the collarbone?

What if Fang Yuwu hugs it and kisses it?

Thinking of that scene, Qi Chen was so angry that he went crazy, he rushed forward and bit Xiao Yue's collarbone.

Xiaoyue screamed, and pushed Qi Chen's head, but Qi Chen's canine teeth sank even deeper, and the bright red blood flowed down his fair chest into the water.

Xiaoyue didn't dare to make any slight movements anymore, crying and tightening his limbs: "No...don't...Qi Chen, listen to me...you listen to me...please..."

Qi Chen let go of him, and buried his head in his neck, trembling with fear.

What if Xiaoyue is not Xiaohanyun?

Or what if Xifu replaced Xiaoyue?

Who is Xiaoyue?Who is Xifu?Who is the real Xiao Hanyun?

If he really killed Xiao Hanyun himself, what should he do?

Qi Chen's forehead and throat were trembling, he held Xiao Yue's face in his hands, like holding a life-saving straw: "Xiao Yue is Xiao Han Yun, right? Xiao Han Yun of Luofeng Mountain, Xiao Han Yun of Yuehook City!"

Xiao Yue's mind was shocked.

Qi Chen, he knows...he still knows.

Qi Chen hates his tears, this is not the answer he wants.

His eyes were red, and he hugged Xiaoyue's head heavily: "Say you are Xiao Hanyun, tell me, Xiaoyue, tell me quickly!"

Xiaoyue closed her eyes in pain, grabbed Qi Chen's wrist with invincible fingers, choked up and said, "I'm sorry... Qi Chen is sorry..."

Xiao Yue cried desperately in Qi Chen's hand, trembling.

He has thought countless times about Qi Chen's reaction after knowing the truth, he knows that Qi Chen will definitely hate him...but Qi Chen can't hate him, what should he do.

Qi Chen's eyes, which were close at hand, gradually turned cold, and gradually became terribly gloomy: "You lied to me."

Xiao Yue kept shaking his head: "Qi Chen...Qi Chen, I didn't mean to lie to you, I really did my best...I tried my best to save him, I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this..."

Qi Chen's blood-red eyes were filled with resentment, as if blood and tears were about to flow in the next second, his tone was shockingly cold: "...you lied to me."

no no!not like this! !

Xiao Yue didn't know how to explain it, he had tried his best to save Xiao Han Yun, but Xiao Han Yun was still dead, he was dead...

Qi Chen gradually regained his composure.

"You are not Xiao Hanyun, nor Xiao Yue," Qi Chen suddenly grabbed Xiao Yue's throat fiercely, "My king's Xiao Yue is Xiao Han Yun, he really loves me, and he will never lie to me. , let alone let this king die again and again, who are you! Where did my king's Xiaoyue go!"

Xiaoyue's throat was choked with a crackling sound, suffocation surged up, he was as desperate as a person who had already been lying in a coffin.

Qi Chen's hateful gaze was like an ice pick, and it pierced hard into the heart of desire. He grabbed Qi Chen's hand, and strangled his neck even harder.

Suddenly, the shadow of death was approaching, Xiaoyue's pupils suddenly dilated, and he opened his mouth as if dying.

Qi Chen sensed his intentions and suddenly withdrew his strength.

Air frantically poured into the trachea, filled with blood, Xiaoyue gasped violently, hot tears kept streaming down.

He screamed in despair, piercing his heart, as if he could no longer see any hope of living.

Xiaoyue's desire to die completely drove Qi Chen crazy, he picked up Xiaoyue from the bucket, threw him on the bed, and tied his limbs apart.

The cruel instinct and heartbroken hatred in Qi Chen made him completely lose his mind at this time.

Xiaoyue! !

This person he engraved on the tip of his heart with all his heart!

This person who made him willing to give everything to possess!

The person he was afraid of losing... actually betrayed him so thoroughly, and even lied to him from the beginning to the end!

He hates, hates so much that he wants to kill.

But when Xiaoyue was about to die, his fear covered his anger, and he couldn't help thinking—do he really want Xiaoyue to die?

But he is not Xiao Hanyun...

He is not Xiao Hanyun! !

Qi Chen climbed onto the bed furiously, with flames burning in his eyes, he savagely pressed on Xiao Yue's body.