She took the initiative to grab Xuanyuan Yehan's hand, shook her head towards Xuanyuan Yehan, apologized slightly, and opened her pale lips, "Xuanyuan Yehan, it really has nothing to do with you! It was me who suddenly..."
After a pause, Murong Li really couldn't speak anymore, but in order to prevent Xuanyuan Yehan from blaming herself, she continued desolately: "I suddenly... thought of some bad memories. It has nothing to do with you at all,
Don’t blame yourself…”
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Yehan was startled.
He looked at Murong Li and was speechless.
A smile appeared on the corner of Murong Li's lips, and she took Xuanyuan Yehan's hand and walked forward, saying: "Let's go...see where we can get out of this thorny land..."
She suddenly felt very strange, walking from a thorny land to a lake, then from a lake to a desert, and then from a desert back to the original point, this thorny land.
I don’t know when I can truly get out of this thorny land.
Pursing her lips, Murong Li forgot to let go of Xuanyuan Yehan's hand for a moment, and kept pulling Xuanyuan Yehan forward. The two of them walked back and forth in the thorny field.
Through a gap in the thorns not far away, I saw a suspicious white mass moving on the other side, as if there was something on the other side of the thorns?
Murong Li raised her eyebrows and was about to go forward and blast away the thorns, but she saw that the thorns made a rustling sound, and suddenly, a man walked out of the thorns.
Murong Li was startled when she saw the appearance of the person who came out.
Grief, sadness, and resentment all burst out at this moment, and her starry eyes looked in shock and disbelief at the man in white who came out of the thorns.
Likewise, the man in white was also a little startled, with a pair of calm eyes fixed on the hands held tightly by Murong Li and Xuanyuan Yehan, with ripples in his eyes.
Murong Li's mind was instantly filled with resentment, and her nose felt sour.
Why does he still appear? Wasn't he stabbed to death by her dagger? Wasn't he eaten by the water monster?
Many doubts arose in Murong Li's heart, and there were thousands of reasons in her heart. Could it be that Jing Liu escaped from death? But it was wrong... She had obviously stabbed the dagger into his heart with her own hands.
Did she stab it crookedly?
But...even if the stabbing was wrong, wouldn't he have been swallowed by the water monster?
There seems to be something strange about the whole thing... full of doubts...
Murong Li vaguely felt something was wrong, but she couldn't think of a reason, and she felt particularly irritable.
Suddenly, the image of Jing Liu resolutely wanting to kill her flashed in her mind. All of Murong Li's negative emotions reached their peak, and her hatred surged and took over. All her rationality collapsed in an instant, and she had no time to think about it.
He took out a dagger and stabbed Jing Liu.
The only thought that fills my mind is to kill him!
Kill him, kill him, kill him...! It was him who failed her...! It was him...
She didn’t want to see him again! She never wanted to see him again!
It was obvious that she had managed to keep him in her heart, so why did he appear again? Isn't he dead?
She stabbed with the dagger, her hand paused slightly, and she hesitated for a moment in the thrusting action.
But, it's only for a moment.
The dagger pierced Jing Liu's left chest, and blood flowed out, staining his eternally flawless white clothes with blood. The handle of the dagger was held by a small hand.
Murong Li held the dagger in her hand and watched as the dagger stabbed into Jing Liu's chest easily.
Just looking at his white clothes stained with blood, she was stunned, shock flashed in her eyes, and she was astonished as if she had thrown away a hot potato and quickly let go of the hand holding the dagger.
She held her hands in astonishment.
Keep asking yourself, why doesn't he hide? Why...
Her face was full of doubts, and her expression was a little ferocious. There was a warmth in the palm of her little hand. Murong Li opened her hand in surprise, and there was blood in her little hand. It was his blood...
There was nothing wrong with the warm feeling, it was Jing Liu's blood, and it felt warm and warm.
Murong Li was in a trance, and she suddenly raised her head in shock. Didn't he obviously want to kill her in order to survive in that lake? But why... when her dagger stabbed at him, he couldn't dodge.
She entangled her hands together, tears welling up in her eyes, and she raised her head to look into Jing Liu's eyes.
She opened her lips in surprise, and she saw Jing Liu's indifferent eyes filled with confusion, and a hint of well-hidden sadness. No matter how well it was hidden, Murong Li could see it at a glance.
Murong Li didn't understand why he had such a look in his eyes.
Confused? Sad?
A sarcastic smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his lips. When he was in that lake, didn't he hesitate to kill her? Hehe, who are you pretending to show the confusion and sadness in his eyes now?
Jing Liu stared at Murong Li quietly, lowered his head and looked at the dagger inserted in his left chest. His white clothes were stained with blood, but he seemed not to notice.
He raised his head, his eyes full of confusion, and stared at Murong Li quietly.
The person in front of him is the person he has missed for a long time, the person he has been looking for for a long time. But why did she give him only a dagger and nothing else? No, she also gave him a pair of daggers filled with hatred.
The starry eyes of intention.
He wanted to ask her how she was doing recently...
He wanted to ask her if she had been hurt in any way...
He wanted to ask her if she was also looking for him...
He wanted to ask her if she had the same longings that he wanted to express...
He wanted to ask her why she ran so fast and made him lose track of her...
He wanted to ask her if she missed him too...
…
He opened his lips weakly, and his already pale lips lost any color. He stood there without moving from beginning to end, with a pair of pale eyes staring at her with a touch of confusion and nostalgia.
He wants to engrave the little woman in front of him in his mind, in the most important position in his heart, in every corner of his body...
Blood flowed all over the left side of his chest, but he didn't feel anything. It was as if he was numb, as if he could only see Murong Li and nothing else in his eyes.
Blood flowed down the white clothes, and the white clothes became red and white intertwined.
The white clothes were soaked, and the blood dripped from the white clothes to the ground, which looked particularly oozing.
The bloodless lips were slightly parted. He had a thousand words to say to Murong Li, and he moved his lips awkwardly.
"Why?"
Finally, when it came to my mouth, thousands of words were reduced to these three words.
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Let Jing Liu roam around, cough cough... I've hidden him for so long, do you miss him?