"No matter what happened, she will always be the woman I want to cherish in all my life!" Jun Wuhen raised his handsome eyebrows.
"Then," Jun Haitang said bitterly, "I have to kill her!"
"This life is the last one in which she is destined to be with you!"
After saying that, she frantically wanted to pull the long knife out of his hand! Three thousand years of jealousy had almost driven her crazy!
Seeing this woman suddenly become ferocious, and Jun Wuhen protecting herself like that, Rouer's head started to hurt again!
She shook her head desperately. Jun Wuhen turned around and looked at her with a pale face. He felt anxious and said urgently: "Yanran, what's wrong with you?"
During this distraction, Jun Haitang took advantage of the situation and thrust the blade forward, piercing his chest.
Blood spurted out, sprinkling onto Rou'er's face.
Rou'er's expression froze, as if a powerful force of gravity came over her.
Jun Wuhen groaned and pulled the long knife out of his chest with his backhand.
When the long knife approached her neck, she didn't move or dodge!
Jun Wuhen smiled coldly, threw the long knife on the ground with a clang, and said word by word: "From now on, our grudges and grudges will be wiped out!"
"I never want to see you again!"
"You go!"
After saying that, he turned around and stopped looking at him.
Jun Wuhen let her go, but she couldn't laugh at all!
She stared blankly at the scene in front of her, with a smile on her lips. The smile was bright and dazzling, with an indescribable sadness.
She glanced at Jun Wuhen with infinite affection, then moved her eyes to Rou'er's face, stretched out her hand to straighten her hair, and said quietly: "Ji Yanran, I am really jealous of you!"
"Whether it's three thousand years ago or three thousand years from now, Jun Wuhen will only love you!"
"No matter what I do, he will never be moved!"
"But," she looked at Jun Wuhen with longing eyes, "No matter what you do, Ji Yanran will eventually return to Xijian Liying!"
"You are as pathetic as me!"
After hearing this, Jun Wuhen's handsome face turned as white as paper, and the blood from the wound on his chest started to flow even more violently. He said sternly: "Shut up!"