Murong Kang had already fallen in love with Yu Ying'er from the first time he saw her in the scroll. Her innocence and frankness in the hall attracted all his attention. He wanted to marry her home, take good care of her and give her to her.

She is so happy that she will always keep that innocent smile.

But Murong Kang never imagined that he would harm her. Before she could live a happy life for a day after marrying him, she was already murdered. He was the one who harmed her, and he was the one who made her the target of public criticism.

"Who killed Yu Ying'er? It couldn't be...Meng Qingyang, right?"

Gong Xianxian listened intently, but after seeing Nangong's silence for a moment, she became anxious. She wanted to know who killed Yu Ying'er as soon as possible. The thing she hated most was the storyteller in the restaurant. Every time

When the story is at its most exciting, he slaps the table and says, "I know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter."

Arousing the curiosity of others and not finishing the story is the most lacking quality of such a person.

Nangong glanced sideways at Gong Xianxian. Her ice-blue eyes soothed his aching heart for a moment, and then she nodded solemnly.

"You guessed it right!"

"Is it really him? Oh my god, why is he so perverted!"

Gong Xianxian looked at Nangong with wide eyes in horror. She couldn't imagine how the powerful Murong Kang in that life could get along with a pervert like Meng Qingyang day and night. Meng Qingyang was really powerful. He had been pretending for more than ten years without being caught.

Murong Kang discovered.

Nangong looked down at the teapot on the table, his mind wandering, thinking of the tragic scene when Yu Ying'er died tragically. Several reincarnations had passed, but he still had it fresh in his memory. The scene was so tragic that he later found it in Abi.

When he was in hell, every time he faced the same scene being replayed endlessly, he felt excruciating pain.

The memory was ups and downs, and the scene in front of Nangong was once transformed into the life of the powerful Murong Kang. The originally festive wedding room was filled with the disgusting smell of blood. He was holding Yu Ying'er in his arms, and the red wedding dress had already been mixed with blood.

together.

He stretched out his hand to close Yu Ying'er's wide eyes, but Murong Kang left a line of clear tears. The tears slid down his cheeks to Yu Ying'er in his arms, mixing with her blood and tears.

"Whoever did this, get out of here!"

Murong Kang roared at the top of his lungs in the new house, and his hands holding Yu Ying'er were shaking. She was such an innocent woman, in her prime years, but she had just married herself and hadn't even enjoyed a moment of warmth.

She was already dead, and her heart ached beyond measure, but what made him even more heartbroken was the dagger inserted into her abdomen.

He remembered that it was Meng Qingyang's twelfth birthday. The birthday gift he gave him was an exquisite dagger with a blue gem inlaid on it, which was hard to find in the world. This dagger was unique, except for the one in Meng Qingyang's hand.

Once you get one, you can never find the second one.

It wasn't that it wasn't heartbreaking, it was just that he was too frightened. He was afraid. He was afraid that everything he had guessed was true. He was afraid of seeing Meng Qingyang appear in front of him.

But sometimes God is so cruel. Just what you are afraid of will happen immediately.

As soon as Murong Kang's voice fell, he heard heavy footsteps behind him. Without turning around, his brows were deeply frowned, and his eyes were full of pain. He held Yu Ying'er in his arms.

, but his hands had already been clenched into fists.

Turning around, he met such familiar eyes. Meng Qingyang stood in front of him. His aqua blue robe was almost touching the ground. The white inner clothes were still stained with light blood, and there were even fingernails on his neck.

Scratches from scratches.

Murong Kang looked at Meng Qingyang, the look in his eyes became more and more panicked. All of this explained one problem. Looking at the blood stains and scratches on Meng Qingyang's body, he couldn't believe it after all.

Looking at Meng Qingyang tremblingly, his voice was hoarse and he could only hold back one sentence: "Did you do it?"

Meng Qingyang stood in front of Murong Kang, with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips. His expression was gloomy and terrifying. He looked at Yu Ying'er in Murong Kang's arms, stretched out his hand to wipe his mouth, his face was full of ghastly aura.

"Are you asking if you raped her or killed her?"

Murong Kang looked at Meng Qingyang and clenched his hands harder. Just looking at the bloodthirsty smile on his face filled him with anger. Suddenly, he felt that Meng Qingyang in front of him had become so strange, so strange that he seemed to have never known him before.

He, Murong Kang looked at him with blood-red eyes, but he was trembling and unable to say a word.

When he saw the dagger on Yu Ying'er's abdomen, Murong Kang tried his best to calm down and refused to believe that Meng Qingyang did all this. Anyone in the world could do it, but

Meng Qingyang alone can't do it. He would rather believe that someone else framed him than believe that he is really the murderer.

Meng Qingyang chuckled lightly when he saw Murong Kang's sad and frightened eyes, and then burst into bloodthirsty laughter.

"Kang, to be honest, you have really good taste. Do you know how delicious she is? Her smooth and delicate skin feels so good to the touch. It seems like you can squeeze out water with a gentle squeeze. But I don't understand.

She wants to please a man, but she doesn’t cooperate at all and keeps resisting me. She is really not good at all. Did you know that she still has a nice fragrance on her body? I smell the smell on her body and I am so enchanted...

…”

"You. Shut up!"

After hearing Meng Qingyang's words, Murong Kang was so angry that his whole body trembled, and even the veins on his forehead were exposed.

However, when Meng Qingyang looked at Murong Kang's extremely angry look, he became even more proud. He raised a slight smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "Kang, do you know? When I pressed on her, she

I have been chanting your name in my mouth! She begged me to let her go,

Question: Am I not your best friend? Why do you treat her like this? But when she was crying and begging, I used the dagger and inserted it into her abdomen! Moreover, you didn't see

Is there a wound on her lower body? That’s a gift I specially prepared for you!”

"After enjoying her, I carved the word "Meng" on her!"

"Kang, do you think I don't know? The jade pendant you once gave me is actually a pair!"

"My piece is engraved with the word "Kang". Your piece is engraved with the word "Meng"."

"Now, it's time for me to return the favor, isn't it?"

As he spoke, the smile on Meng Qingyang's lips suddenly became a little richer, and then he said:

"The person in your arms is my gift to you in return!"
Chapter completed!