Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 295 Without her, what's the point of my life?
Nangong Jun's tears blurred his vision, and Nangong Jing stared at him distressedly, with a pale face, he choked up and said:
"Gong Jing, I'm sorry...what he said...is true, Xue'er she...she..."

She was really dead, as if stuck in her throat, unable to speak out, Nangong Jing choked for breath.
It was as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart. His heart ached so much that he couldn't help himself, and he shouted in disbelief:

"You lied to me, it's not true, I don't believe it, it's not true...how could she...how could she..."

But the bottom of his eyes was filled with tears, as if he was struggling for the last time, but he couldn't accept such a result.

Suddenly, his whole body was possessed like a Shura, and his big hands were like iron tongs, grabbing Nangong Jun's throat.

Constantly increasing the strength, Nangong Jun couldn't breathe, and kept making "uuuuuuu..." sounds.

Feeling that the air was getting thinner, he didn't make any resistance, and closed his painful eyes in despair.

Aunt Wang explained while crying: "Young master, let go quickly, you can't treat the young master like this, his body can't bear it...

Miss Xue'er...she is really gone, if you don't believe that there are newspapers from that year in my room, I'll show you..."

After she finished speaking, she rushed out of the room and hurried to get the newspaper, Nangong Jing told him with the last bit of reason.

The person in front of him was none other than his second uncle who loved him the most. He suddenly let go of Nangong Jun and stared at everything in the room in pain.

Nangong Jun sucked in the air after he let go. Because of his body, it took him a while to feel alive again.

When he saw the familiar face on the newspaper that Aunt Wang handed over, his body seemed to stagger a few steps back.

He snatched the newspaper from Aunt Wang's hand, and looked at the contents with trembling hands.

Hot tears dripped onto the newspaper one by one, as desperate as he was, his body slowly limp on the ground.

Just like every cell in his body died slowly with the news and the girl in the photo.

Nangong Jun looked at his sad and desperate look, as if he saw himself back then, and wanted to help him, but he was so helpless.

The comforting words were choked in my throat, and I couldn't say anything... In the silent room, the silence was as terrifying as the approach of death.

Even the air was full of heartbreak.Nangong Jing clenched the newspaper in her hand and stood up abruptly.

He walked towards the door in a decadent manner, with hurried footsteps and a lonely back, like a walking dead without a soul.

Nangong Jun was afraid that he would be overwhelmed, so he stopped in front of him excitedly, and said sadly:
"Gong Jing, it's Second Uncle who's sorry for you, and shouldn't have kept you secret for so many years, but when I found out, Xue'er...

She is gone, I am afraid you will be affected, so I dare not tell you..."

"So...you lied to me, saying that she wants to see me come back successfully, and if I come back successfully, she will give me a chance...

One lie for five years... treat me like a fool, it's fun! "Nangong Jing poked her heart out every word, feeling like a fool.

He couldn't even protect the one he loved... His heart ached as if he was about to die, and tears of despair poured out of his eyes.

Nangong Jun's face was pale, every word he said made him cry, he choked up and explained: "I'm sorry...Second Uncle is afraid that you won't be able to think about it..."

But before he finished speaking, Nangong Jing gently pushed him away, mocking himself: "Second Uncle, shouldn't you understand better than me?

What's the point of my life without her? "

(End of this chapter)