Chapter 597

Tang poetry didn't expect that Bo ye would have such a violent emotional outburst, like a beast who was forced to the end.

She couldn't control her movements so much that her tears burst the next second.

Thin night hard wipe away the tears on her face, "aggrieved?"

Tang Shi looked at Bo Ye with that kind of indignant eyes, "you will regret it."

"Regret?" Bo Ye smiles and shakes his head. It seems that it doesn't matter. It's more like a broken pot. "I've been regretting it all my life. How about regretting it a few more times?"

Nothing to lose is the most terrible Tang poetry used to be, today's thin night So it is.

Tang Shi was trembling with fear. When she escaped with her arms empty, she chose not to hesitate to slap Bo Ye in the face. The slap reverberated in the whole room. Bo Ye even raised her neck and turned her face a little bit.

Bright red fingerprints soon floated on the white Jun's face.

Tang poetry did not stop, "I said, I will not tolerate you again and again hurt me!"

"I hurt you?"

Bo Ye coughed with laughter. Tang Shi even thought that Bo Ye was going to cough up blood. "Tang Shi, you are really a master. You put yourself in the position of an absolutely perfect victim. In this way, anyone who has any intention to you will become a victimizer under your innocent background. Your means are really brilliant! It turns out that as long as you have been hurt, this experience can be used as a sharp edge in your hand. You can take it out to retreat when you become weak, right? "

Tang poetry was deeply hurt by Bo Ye's words, but she didn't know how to refute it. She began to refute it from where. Her lips trembled, "Bo Ye, you..."

"I think that such a perfect weak person is the most terrible, because innocent, any injury, is the world's fault!"

Thin night's voice has been dumb, "but Tang poetry, do you think I don't hurt?"

"I am also a person. Even in your eyes, I don't deserve to be a person. I'm not a thing. My heart is also made of meat. I also feel pain. I really feel pain. I have to smile and express my heart with you every day. Every time, your refusal, is a kind of injury, I have to make like a nobody, like Xiaoqiang continue to close to you, you are cheap, or I am cheap? Yes, you've helped me. Shall I kneel down and kowtow to you? I kowtow in three steps to thank you for your kindness, OK? Shall I take your hand and stab me in the heart? "

At this moment, the soul of Tang poetry was shocked to a state of fragmentation by Bo Ye's desperate anger.

She blushed. "Why are you like this?"

Even at the beginning of the thin night, it has never been like this The despair of the world falling down

Tang Shi choked, "let me go! Don't tell me how wronged you are. I've had enough of your emotions - "

enough.

Thin night's action, and then accelerated, more ferocious, minute by minute tore Tang Shi's clothes, "I'm fed up with it, Tang Shi."

His voice became colder and colder. He was no longer as frivolous as usual. His eyes were like knives. He could prick Tang poetry into flesh and blood. "We've had enough of Tang poetry. Since we've had enough of Tang poetry, shall we choose a way to end all this?"

"Bo Ye, you are possessed. You are too impulsive now. I refuse to communicate with you. Let me go!"

"I'm possessed?"

Bo Ye couldn't help but blush. Tang Shi stares at the man's face, which is still pretty and aggressive. She is still the dream lover of all the women in a city. But at this moment, the liquid on the face drops down to Tang Shi's face.

As if the skin was corroded by sulfuric acid, the tears made Tang Shi's whole body tingle.

Bo Ye is dumb in crying and claims to carve a mark on Tang poetry, but Tang poetry doesn't want to. A tattoo of Bo Ye's English name is a disgrace. How can bo ye continue to leave a trace on her?

She would like to gouge out the waist to make the tattoos disappear!

"Tang poetry..." Bo Ye grabs the clothes on Tang Shi's chest and keeps shaking. This fragile look is something Tang Shi has never seen before, but now she feels strange and frightening.

"I really don't know what to do. If you want to leave, I can't keep you..." Bo Ye looked up and his eyes were scarlet. Tang Shi noticed what he was going to do and cried, "Bo Ye, you can't cheat me again I will never be cheated by you again... "

In a trance, I seem to remember that when she went to Australia, she was drugged. In front of her, the man rescued her from a group of ill intentioned black people. God came and took her away from the dangerous place to the hotel. He gently and vaguely dragged himself into love, but at last he stopped.

Because he said, I respect your choice.

I won't force you. You're a good girl.

Now In an instant, he was knocked down by the cold reality. Tang poetry was like a broken doll, looking at the thin night on his body. Why Why is it always the best when you first meet, the deeper The more it hurts?Thin night I would rather I will stay in the abyss where you left the world for a lifetime, and I don't want to face your cruelty any more.

Like to be able to feel what Tang poetry is thinking, thin night's hand stopped.

Tang poetry trembles.

Bo Ye's eyes are full of desire to destroy. Tang Shi feels that he has even been decomposed into powder in his eyes, but the man's eyes are so terrible that his action suddenly stops.

Reason and madness are at war.

Tang poetry is still shuddering, so afraid of her that thin night feel ironic.

He released the Tang poetry, and the touch of Tang poetry's skin still remained on his fingertips, which made him lose his mind in minutes and seconds and unable to control himself.

Tang Shi felt that Bo Ye let go of herself, and even her hands and feet were suddenly lightened. Later, Tang Shi covered her mouth and cried.

She pushed Bo Ye away fiercely, as if she was afraid that Bo ye would just let her go on purpose and let her fall into the abyss again. Tang Shi shook her head with red eyes, "don't come here, Bo Ye, you don't have to go, shall I go? You let me go We don't owe each other. I don't need you to make it up. Is that ok? "

Thin night's eyes are the collapse of the broken world, he murmured, deep in the eyes of a pain, "Tang poetry, late."

From the moment they met again, they were doomed. The gear of fate pushed them all to the abyss. Tang poetry could not escape only by escaping, only by death. Dead thin night will not let her go, dig her grave, dig three feet, ashes will not let go.

Up to the blue and down to the yellow spring, there is no end to this hatred.

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