Because they met while chasing the same gang of bad guys in the red plum forest, and they met, got to know each other, and fell in love ever since.
With the ups and downs of the music, the two people wearing one white and one red traditional Chinese costumes danced gracefully among the plum blossoms flying in the air.
After a dance and singing show, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wen Shiyu pulled out the sword that had never been unsheathed, and looked at Qiao Ran, who was dressed in Hanfu and disguised as a man, with burning eyes.
"I drew the sword nine times, and nine times it was not fully unsheathed. Once I draw the sword ten times, it will definitely hit your heart. Do you want this last chance, or not!" Wen Shiyu looked at Qiao Ran with complicated eyes.
"There is no banquet in the world that never ends, and so does love. We are deeply in love with each other, so why should you insist on one outcome?"
"I am such a domineering person. Once I give my sincerity, I will never take it back. If you betray me, I will stab my heart together with yours to death!"
After Wen Shiyu finished speaking, a teardrop fell from the corner of his eye, and he swung his sword towards Qiao Ran.
Seeing Wen Shiyu on the wire getting closer and closer to him, Qiao Ran, who was willing to die in his performance, slowly closed his eyes, but in the light and shadow of his squinting eyes, he could see more clearly the hand in Wen Shiyu's hand.
A sword.
The cold light on the sword's head was dazzling, and the red plum pendant she hung on the sword's hilt was not hanging either.
This is not the sword she gave Wen Shiyu.
Qiao Ran secretly screamed something bad. Seeing Wen Shiyu's figure flying towards her quickly during Wia's movements, Qiao Ran quickly took out the sword blade that Wen Shiyu was stabbing at.
Because she was hanging by a wire and her body was not under control at all, the sword flew with great force. Qiao Ran held the blade of the sword and kept piercing it forward across the palm of her hand.
Qiao Ran only felt the pain as if her palm was being ripped off, and bright red blood dripped from her hand quickly like a faucet.
Wen Shiyu was frightened when she saw Qiao Ran suddenly change the rehearsed dance drama.
Just as she was about to raise her head to ask Qiao Ran, she was hugged by Qiao Ran and heard Qiao Ran say in her ear.
"It's the blood bag in your hand, keep singing!"
Wen Shiyu, who was confused, immediately started singing after hearing Qiao Ran's words.
The two of them landed slowly under the wire. Qiao Ran held the sword blade and said in a sad voice: "After all, we are in love. If you want my heart, you don't have to dirty your hands." After that, he held the sword blade to his heart.
prick.
Suddenly, Qiao Ran, who was dressed in white, had her chest stained with bright red blood. She staggered back a few steps and slowly fell to the ground.
The broken feeling on his body makes people feel heartbroken when he sees it.
When the audience saw this scene, they thought it was a choreography process, because the white clothes on Qiao Ran's body were dyed red by the blood in the blood bag.
No one showed any shock, they just cheered for their superb performance.
In a remote corner of the crowd, Han Mo watched the scene on the stage, his beautiful brows furrowed, and after taking a look at Qiao Ran, who fell on the stage with a sense of fragmentation and a strong visual impact, he turned around and walked backstage.
Qiao Ran endured the pain and left after finishing the final performance. As soon as he walked out of the camera, Qiao Ran quickly walked to the bathroom to treat his bleeding injury.
"It's not a blood bag. Your hand is really injured? Are you crazy? Why are you holding my sword with your hand?" Wen Shiyu looked at Qiao Ran's bloody palm and asked with a trembling voice.
Qiao Ran said without raising his head: "You can't take your sword back. If I didn't hold it with my hand, I would have been stabbed in the heart by you and died!"
Han Mo, who had just ran over from the stage, only heard what Qiao Ran said next. He thought it was Wen Shiyu who did it. He walked over with a chill in his body, grabbed Wen Shiyu's neck, and pulled her body away.
Press against the wall and hold it high.
"Wen Shiyu, I thought you were just being unruly and willful, but I didn't expect you to be murderous during the show. You really let me down."
Wen Shiyu looked at Han Mo's bloodthirsty eyes filled with frost and murderous intent. The fear in her heart was more frightening than the pain of having her neck cut off.
The first time she saw a person full of murderous intent, it was so terrifying.
Qiao Ran saw Han Mo's actions and quickly stepped forward to hold Han Mo's hand.
"Han Mo, please let go. This matter has nothing to do with poetry. You have wronged her."
"Your hand is so injured and you are still begging her for mercy. She treats human life like a piece of cake and is not worthy of you interceding for her." Han Mo said and increased the strength on his hand.
Han Mo will not really strangle Wen Shiyu to death, but he will teach Wen Shiyu some lessons.
Wen Shiyu was afraid from the bottom of her heart, so she didn't dare to attack Qiao Ran again.
Every time Wen Shiyu, who was hung on the wall, felt that she was about to die, a little fresh air would be injected into her throat. Before she could inhale hard, the air was blocked again.
The feeling of not being able to die, not being able to live, and being too miserable to live made Wen Shiyu doubt her life.
Qiao Ran saw Wen Shiyu's face and knew that Han Mo was using techniques to punish Wen Shiyu. As a martial arts practitioner, she knew that this method would not kill people, but would also make people feel uncomfortable and want to die.
It was the kind of pain that the other party could make her die instantly, and she could kneel down and thank the other party for the pain of eighteen generations of her ancestors.
This method is too cruel for a young lady who has been pampered since childhood.
"Han Mo, please let go. If you don't let go, I'm really going to get angry. I can't coax you." Qiao Ran scolded angrily.
Wen Shiyu, who was struggling on the verge of death, twitched slightly when he heard Qiao Ran's words.
Qiao Ran was obviously pleading for her, but why did she feel like she was being fed a mouthful of dog food?
Seeing that Qiao Ran was angry, the punishment was enough to make Wen Shiyu remember it in his heart, and he would not dare to act willfully again in the future, so Han Mo let go of Wen Shiyu.
"Cough cough cough..." Wen Shiyu collapsed on the ground, coughed several times in pain, and immediately looked up at Han Mo and explained: "Brother, I don't, it's not me, I really don't have the intention to kill Qiao Ran.
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"Ranran said you are the murderer, and you are the murderer. Don't make excuses. I will send you to the police station soon and make you pay for what you have done." Han Mo looked at Wen Shiyu with painful eyes.
At this moment, Wen Shimo really regretted not strictly disciplining Wen Shiyu when her temperament changed drastically at the age of 17.
If her rebellious character had been suppressed back then, she would not have dared to do such a rebellious and terrible thing today.
Upon hearing Han Mo's words, Qiao Ran understood that he had only heard the rest of her words.
"Han Mo, don't listen to the wind. Before taking action, please understand the cause and effect of the matter. This time you wrongly blamed Shiyu. She really didn't want to kill me. She was also being used!"
As he spoke, Qiao Ran bent down to pick up the sword on the ground, pulled it out of the scabbard, and stabbed the bloody sword head on the ground: "Someone replaced the retractable prop sword with a real sword that can kill people.
"
At first, Qiao Ran also suspected that Wen Shiyu still hated her, so she changed the sword, but seeing Wen Shiyu's shocked and worried expression when she saw her taking the sword with her hand, she knew that the sword was not replaced by Wen Shiyu.
When Wen Shiyu saw that the sword head really couldn't be retracted, she looked shocked and asked: "The sword head really can't be retracted. Didn't you give me this sword? Why can't you take it back?"