Chapter 1944

With that, he seems to be worried that Zhao Wanxi won't let him succeed easily. Leng junyang smiles strangely.

The whole person's aura has gradually become very uncomfortable.

"Don't you want to ask an explanation for her? Explain, I have naturally

Zhao Wanxi: "eh?"

So this means that if she doesn't say it, he won't explain it?

Use this reason to threaten?

You're going to be laughed at, OK.

But If someone is looking for abuse, why be kind?

We have all seen the big scene, the scene of corpses piled up with white bones everywhere. It is soft that there is tenderness and heartache in our hearts, and we will never give them to hostile people.

With a cold smile, Zhao Wanxi's only sigh soon disappeared.

"Well, since you want to know so much, I'll tell you. Don't worry. Don't doubt it. I will tell you... "

Detailed and detailed, let you fully immerse!

Dark prison, withering beauty, all those tortures, those tortures, and yunzipei's last stubbornness.

From stubbornly believe in their love, to see betrayal, little by little was gradually destroyed heart.

All the time, he watched Leng junyang's grief uncontrollable, his fingers clenched, his arms trembled, his fingernails pierced his palms, and blood flowed from his fingers.

It didn't stop.

Zhao Wanpei's nightmare is always at the end of his life.

Especially when Bai Lian just appeared, although she lost her memory, the midnight reincarnation of her dreams also made Zhao Wanxi feel uncomfortable for a long time.

Now, at last, there is a result.

Everything has a cause and a result. Since what kind of beginning has been planted, we should bear the final end!

It started with Leng junyang, and now it's over with him. There's nothing wrong with it.

Because it is more or less mixed with personal feelings, Zhao Wanxi's narration is obviously quick and vindictive. She goes out of her mouth and just wants to delay Leng junyang's heart.

Speaking of yunzipei's last wish, he stares at a pair of turbid eyes that have no color, and still pleads with her. If one day he can meet Leng junyang again, he must ask why for her before he can stop.

At that time, Leng junyang had no strength to lift his head.

The whole body is covered with a layer of gray, the whole person is powerless to hook his head and kneel on the ground, free from a pool of mud.

Although it is venting, in fact, Zhao Wanxi's feelings are not very good.

She was tired after telling so much at one go.

Originally is the dark past, whether it is sad or heartache, no one likes to think of without reason.

After all, every memory is a mental torture.

Fortunately, this torture is worth it.

It's against Leng junyang's present appearance. If he wants to wait for something to happen on his own initiative, it's estimated that there's no hope.

The so-called killing heart, Zhao Wanxi no more clear, he just told those, how much lethality.

So, she didn't plan to wait for the other party to come back. After a little rest, she took the initiative to open her mouth.

As always the cold tone, as always the irony.

"If a man dies like a lamp goes out, who knows who is who when he goes through the huangquan road and drinks Mengpo soup?"