âNo!â Feng Ling Er angrily roared out before desperately shaking her head. She roared out with a look of disbelief, âImpossible, impossible, impossible!â
How could this be possible!
The man who didnât hesitate to go from a fortune teller to a winemaker just for her!
When everyone betrayed her and left her, he was the only one who firmly stood on her side!
She didnât believe it, she didnât believe a single one of Mo Yeâs words.
âAt the Mid Autumn Festival banquet, you said that you would go on a river cruise with the man who could catch your eye.â Mo Yeâs eyes turned even colder as he looked at Feng Ling Er with a look of hatred, âThe person who swallowed a sword just to go on a cruise with you, you forgot so quickly.â
Feng Ling Er was surprised and it seemed like it would be a while before she came back to her senses.
She indeed didnât have any impression of the person that Mo Ye spoke of.
She only remembered a person who spat out blood after swallowing a sword which had made her feel disgusted.
Normally speaking, she wouldnât want to remember such a disgusting image. So even if she was trying to remember, she could only remember a few fragments.
âBased on your expression, you shouldnât remember it.â Mo Ye carefully moved Luo Qing Chen behind him as he coldly looked at her and said, âMy senior brother died there for you.â
In that cold place, with his life fading bit by bit.
But even so, he didnât become a vengeful spirit. He had forgiven Feng Ling Er.
âSo you approached meâ¦â¦â Feng Ling Er looked at Mo Ye with a look of horror, âJust toâ¦â¦kill me?â
âYes. Torturing you to death was my promise to You Ran.â
There was a line of bloody tears that slowly came down as Feng Ling Erâs body began trembling.
It turned out that every person who approached her wanted to kill her.
It turned out that she was the only one who had been kept in the dark, the only one who didnât know how she died.
âSo you and Luo Qing Chen.â Feng Ling Er glared at him and said, âYou like her?â
Luo Qing Chen raised her right hand and tugged at the corner of his clothes.,
Mo Ye took her hand without hesitation and said, âYes.â
[Ding, affection has increased by ten. Mission completion rate is now 70%.]
Finally, he was finally able to ignore everything to hold her hand.
The things that he wanted to do, but couldnât do before.
Now he could do them all.
If Feng Ling Er didnât feel despair when she died, she only felt hatred other than despair at this moment.
Hating Mo Ye.
Hating Luo Qing Chen.
Hating everything in the worldâ¦â¦
Since she had to suffer a painful death, it was impossible for them to live a good life.
âThe curse of a vengeful spiritâ¦â¦â Feng Ling Er slowly spoke in a low voice.
Mo Ye knitted his brows with a hint of worry in his deep eyes.
It wasnât that he had never seen ghosts before, he just had never seen such a vengeful spirit.
âCome at me if you have the skills!â His voice was very cold as he spoke word for word.
The bad things that happened to Luo Qing Chen before already made him worry.
If Feng Ling Er intended to do something, it wouldnât stop here.
âCome at you? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!â She broke out in wild laughter as the dark blood fell from her drop by drop.
A few seconds later, she narrowed her eyes and her black lips curled slightly, âOthers canât get what I canât get. Happiness is a luxury, how can you have it!â
The entire crematorium suddenly lit up and Luo Qing Chen felt a powerful aura charging at her.
Before she came to her senses, Mo Ye had already firmly held her in his hands.
Her eyelids were heavy and his embrace was very warm.
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