Revlon

Xiaoyue struggled desperately, the rope pierced into flesh and blood, and the blood flowed profusely.

The moment Qi Chen let go of him, he almost pushed Qi Chen away desperately, looking for his lost skin in extreme panic.

Qi Chen stood in front of the bed with a cold expression, looking at the person on the bed.

Qi Chen's eyes were like piercing ice picks, as if they fell on his skin with substance, Xiao Yue was like a small animal breaking free from a guillotine, panicked, not knowing where to run, and casually grabbed a torn piece of clothing. The plain clothes wrapped around himself.

Qi Chen just leaned over slightly, and a heart-piercing scream came out of Xiao Yue's throat, and he instinctively fled under the bed.

Qi Chen grabbed Xiao Yue's bloody wrist: "You haven't answered my king yet, where do you want to go?"

Xiao Yue trembled all over and shook his head: "Don't...Qi Chen, don't force me..."

"Look at me!" Qi Chen's fingers were embedded in the rotten flesh of his wrist.

Xiao Yue wailed: "No...don't..."

He didn't admire Fang Yuwu, he didn't deliberately impersonate Xiao Hanyun, he didn't plot anything...

But Qi Chen just didn't believe him!

The physical pain and the great grief in his heart made Xiaoyue almost collapse.

Qi Chen was still cold and stern, with his throat trembling slightly: "At the beginning when Xiao Hanyun escorted his troops into Lidu, this king personally planned the interception and killing of Du Juan'ao, and brought him into the palace step by step... He has always been in the palace of this king... Under the nose, when did you switch bags with him?"

When exactly?

Tartar Mountain?or earlier?

Why did Xiao Hanyun become a happy blessing?Why did he become seriously ill?

If Qi Chen knew that Xifu was Xiao Hanyun, how could he risk his life, and let him stay so lonely in the land of Xizhou.

Xiaoyue said painfully: "No...no bag drop..."

Qi Chen: "No? Then why are you not him? Who are you if you are not Xiao Hanyun? Why do you have this face?"

"... "

"Why are you crying?" Xiaoyue's silence can only be exchanged for more and more resentment, he firmly pressed Xiaoyue against the screen, holding his bruised neck.

Qi Chen: "Say it!"

Xiaoyue desperately grabbed Qi Chen's wrist, and the hot blood stained Qi Chen's hand: "...I am Xiaoyue...you said... I will be called Xiaoyue from now on, saying..."

Qi Chen leaned closer, looking into his eyes like a torch: "What did this king say?"

"You said... I am your favorite hairpin slave..."

favorite.

"..."

These two words pounded Qi Chen's heart like a drum, and he smiled sinisterly and ironically.

Qi Chen: "So Xiao Hanyun has been in Lidu since the future, and the person who is by my king's side... has always been you?"

Xiao Yue closed her eyes, tears kept overflowing from the corners of her eyes, pattering on Qi Chen's hand.

It was him, it was always him.

He was the one who was crucified by Yama, he was the one who rescued Qi Chen, he was the one who Qi Chen kissed, and he was the one who was held in Qi Chen's arms, all of them!

Xiaoyue came to this place inexplicably, and fell into the conspiracy of Nanyue and Gaoxu. The crime of treason and bullying the king was on him, so he could only be Xiaohanyun...he just wanted to live...

Xiao Yue begged him sadly: "I never thought of deceiving you, I didn't know that you and General Xiao... have so many pasts...Qi Chen, I didn't do it on purpose, you trust me, you trust me... "

"Believe you?" Qi Chen sneered, "What do you want me to believe in you?"

Xiao Yue's chest hurts: "Qi Chen..."

"Believe you love me?"

"..."

"I believe you won't leave me?"

"..."

"Still believe in the future you plan? Huh?"

There are only a handful of times that Qi Chen made mistakes in his life, but he gave them all to Xiaoyue. He has been cautious in his words and deeds since he was a child. However, he still resolutely chose to give up for the sake of grand plans and revenge.

He gave up on Xiao Hanyun and let go of their friendship. This was the most regrettable thing in his life, so he did everything he could to dig his own grave for Xiaoyue, thinking that everything could be turned back...

Qi Chen's eyes were bloodshot, the resentment and pain made him wish he could bite off Xiao Yue's throat.

But he couldn't do it, Xiaoyue was as pale and transparent as paper in front of him, as if thousands of red-hot iron needles were piercing his heart full of resentment.

"Almost..."

Xiao Yue heard him say: "This king almost really gave up everything and left with you..."

Xiaoyue seemed to be pierced by thousands of arrows, and his paralyzed hands and feet could no longer use his strength: "I am sincere to you..."

He is sincere in every word and every word.

Qi Chen sarcastically said, "Sincerely?"

Xiaoyue looked at him heartbroken, Qi Chen's eyes were full of resentment and sarcasm, Xiaoyue knew that he wouldn't believe a word.

Qi Chen pushed forward, and almost touched Xiao Yue's nose: "Who did you give your sincerity to? You learned the secret of the red scroll and chased you to Xizhou overnight, is there such a thing?"

Xiao Yue was trembling continuously from Qi Chen's hot breath: "Qi Chen..."

Qi Chen forced him to ask: "You pretended to beg for medicine, and entered the king's grain and grass camp to spy on the military aircraft, can this happen!!"

Xiaoyue's five internal organs are torn apart: "No, no...it's not like this!"

"What about today!!" Qi Chen yelled angrily, "You know that you will kill me if you do that, but you also gave Fang Yuwu the art of controlling soldiers, and even made out with him, but there is such a thing!!"

Qi Chen's hand holding his neck suddenly tightened, the suffocating pressure made him unable to speak anymore, only tears kept falling down.

He wanted to explain, he wanted to tell Qi Chen that he was forced by Fang Yuwu, he didn't do it voluntarily, he wanted to use the art of controlling soldiers to meet the emperor, and even wanted to frame Fang Yuwu for Qi Chen.

But would Qi Chen believe it... Will he still believe in Xiaoyue now!

Qi Chen looked at Xiaoyue's tear-filled eyes, and didn't understand why there was still so much affection and sorrow in his eyes after he had done all the betrayal.

It's this look... Qi Chen has seen this look countless times.

It was this hurt look in his eyes that made Qi Chen believe that they were in love to the death.

Xiaoyue will never know that in the tunnel of Dali Temple, when Xiaoyue broke through the crowd and ran towards him, it was the only time that Qi Chen believed in their love so deeply.

... But Xiaoyue was still lying to him.

Those loves are fake, and those tendernesses are also fake. Xiaoyue took advantage of his obsession with Xiao Hanyun, played with him little by little, led him into the abyss, and turned him into the desolate person he is now. look...

How dare Xiaoyue treat him like this, how dare he...

"Hehehe..."

Qi Chen suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that his heart ached.

He should have killed Xiaoyue, he should have killed him just like that, but his hand holding Xiaoyue's neck loosened.

He can't kill Xiaoyue at all, he can't do it at all.

Xiaoyue was devastated, and wanted to touch Qi Chen's face with bloody hands, but Qi Chen grabbed her and barely stopped by her ear.

Qi Chen refused his touch...

Xiaoyue's breathing was broken, he knew that Qi Chen would not believe him anymore, but he still said repeatedly: "Listen to my explanation...listen to my explanation..."

Qi Chen didn't want to hear a single word: "Why didn't you explain that day when you were at Mount Tajiu!!"

Xiao Yue looked up in despair, almost fainting: "Qi Chen, don't hate me..."

Seeing Xiao Yue pleading more, the hatred in Qi Chen's heart surged like a tide: "It was you, it was you who made me kill Xiao Hanyun with my own hands..."

"Qi Chen, I'm sorry, don't hate me... You can beat me and scold me, Qi Chen... I beg you if you don't hate me..." Xiao Yue's heart throbbing violently was about to be overwhelmed.

Qi Chen looked at him: "Don't hate you? Can Xiao Han Yun, who doesn't hate your king, survive?"

"..."

"Can you come back if you don't hate your king's reserve?"

"..."

"Or can Sun Ji and the [-] members of the Cao family survive?"

Painful love and anger were mixed together, and a scarlet tear fell from his eye socket.

"It's all caused by you, Xiaoyue, it's hard for you to deceive me."

Qi Chen's voice was so deep that it hurt, and every word was heartbreaking, making Xiao Yue feel unbearably painful.

"You killed me...killed me..."

"Kill you?" Qi Chen hated the way he begged to die, "Can Xiao Hanyun who killed your king come back?"

Xiaoyue's body collapsed little by little, Qi Chen grabbed his shoulders, pressed him against the cold screen, and said word by word: "This king wants to inflict ten times the pain you inflict on me. I will give it back to you a hundredfold, and you have to suffer more than this king to be considered an atonement."

Xiao Yue shook his head brokenly: "..."

Qi Chen stroked his face lightly: "Since you care so much about Fang Yuwu, this king wants you to live and watch him die."

"..."

Xiaoyue was speechless, and in his blurred vision, Qi Chenhong smiled at him: "This king wants him to die in front of you, so that you can experience it too, seeing the one you love die in front of your own eyes." taste."

"........."

"Not only that," Qi Chen's hoarse voice sank, piercingly cold, "You have to suffer through what Xiao Hanyun has suffered."

Qi Chen grabbed Xiaoyue's jaw, took him out of the bedroom, and brought him to the main hall of Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

The gate of Xiaoxiang Pavilion was open, and the grass in front of the gate was full of people kneeling.

Seeing this battle, Shen Yi'an hurriedly greeted him into the hall. As soon as he stepped into the door of the hall, he was scared back by the falling shelf.

Qi Chen overturned the shelf on which the Seven Treasures of Appreciation were placed, and suddenly there was a loud crash of being pulled and collapsed.

The priceless treasures fell to the ground and were shattered into pieces, together with the last vestige of affection, they collapsed together.

Under the eyes of everyone, Xiaoyue was thrown into the broken porcelain slag.

Sharp shards pierced into the flesh, opening more wounds.

Shen Yi'an was stunned at the door.

Under the steps of the palace, the servants all over the floor kowtowed their heads in a hurry, all of them terrified.

Qi Delong was knocked unconscious by Ming Shuo and thrown on the lawn beside him because of his outrageous words, completely unaware of this thunderous scene.

Chu Yu screamed and rushed into the hall, throwing himself at Xiaoyue's side: "Young man!!"

Xiaoyue's plain white robe was stained with blood, Chu Yu looked at the circles of bloody white flesh on his wrists and ankles, and felt like crying.

Qi Chen said coldly, "Come here."

The two guards rushed up the stone steps in a hurry, and knelt down among the broken porcelain: "The servant is here!"

Xiao Yue moved his tear-wet eyelashes, looked at the wreckage of Yu Ruyi in his hand, and closed his eyes in grief.

Qi Chen: "Pull him down, pick his tendons and hamstrings, and throw him into the Jingku."

Hearing the word Jingku, Shen Yi'an's expression changed suddenly: "My lord can't do it, Jingku has been closed since ten years ago when dozens of people were burnt to death, and I can't live in it..."

Qi Chen looked over and blocked Shen Yi'an's mouth.

Qi Chen: "Pull it down."

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Chu Yu was eager to protect the Lord, and disregarded Qi Chen's order to fight the two guards who dragged Xiaoyue.

Qi Chen flicked his wide sleeves, and strode out of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion: "Chu Yu is also dragged down."

Shen Yi'an walked around inside and outside the hall, stamped his feet anxiously, and finally led his men to chase after Qi Chen.