"Still not." Mochuan road.
Chu Shaoyang angrily responded with a smile: "Chu mochuan, what qualifications do you have to speak for her? If she is here, she will want to see me!"
"I don't think she'll ever want to see you again." Mo Chuan cold way, eyes cold as frost, "you think about what you have done to her, you still have the face to say this kind of words?"
This word is like a whip, heavy on Chu Shaoyang's heart.
After a while, the past came to mind.
There were countless pictures in front of him. Once, she was the bride he married in the open and fair, but he didn't even look at her. The hall didn't worship and the cover was not uncovered.
On the third day after she entered, he married her new sister. The news that she was dying was reported to him by his servant. However, he did not have any ripples in his heart. Instead, he said with ease that he had better die earlier.
Having said that, he put on the bridegroom's clothes and went to meet the bride.
Later, she did not die, but like a different person appeared in his wedding hall, laughing and scolding, swept his face in front of the public, and let him make a fool of himself in public!
At that moment, he really hated her.
In the days to come, he thought of only one thing, that is, he tried his best to torture her, and tortured her to death.
Think of here, Chu Shaoyang back sweating, wind blowing, chilly.
There were big drops of cold sweat on his forehead.
Originally, thought to her love if bone marrow, but to her once so callous.
Several times, she was tortured to death by him.
Can such torture be regarded as love?
If a woman is loved by a man in such a way, she can still love him deeply. Chu Shaoyang will suspect that this woman is crazy.
He had been angry with her, changed his heart, scolded her, resented her, but at this moment, the past is in his eyes, but he only felt frightened.
Once all the warm and colorful memories with her were covered with a layer of cold blood.
He had a shiver and didn't dare to think about it any more.
His eyes turned white with fear.
He is not afraid of mochuan, but the truth of his heart.
Because hatred supports all his strength.
But as soon as the power was gone, he felt shaky and powerless.
Chu Shaoyang was sweating profusely, and his clothes were all wet, but he didn't feel it. He looked at Mo Chuan blankly.
"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry for her. I'm wrong."
His admission of error was more than everyone expected.
Even Mo Chuan was surprised.
Chu Shaoyang has always been arrogant, never bow to people, let alone admit his mistakes.
He would rather die than admit his mistake.
"Chu Shaoyang, don't play tricks. No matter what you say, I won't let you see her." Mochuan cold channel.
Smell speech, Chu Shaoyang whole body is more like to be pulled out of the bone, his body swayed, and stood firm.
His face slowly returned to calm.
"Well, since you won't let me see her, then you can't. I really have no face to see her."
He grinned bitterly at the corners of his lips and looked up at the sunset.
Night was approaching, and there was a gloom.
He drew a dagger from his waist.
Xiaosi and Zhuifeng immediately flash forward and block in front of Mo Chuan, staring at Chu Shaoyang.
Chu Shaoyang did not look at them.
He held out his left hand, and the dagger slashed hard on his wrist, and blood gushed out immediately.
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