I lost my horse after agreeing to a divorce with the crazy villain

Chapter 416: Don’t cry, it makes me feel bad when you look at it

Yan Wu's hand slipped from Jiang Xingzhi's sleeve and grabbed his sword-holding hand.

Squeeze tightly, hard.

She was still smiling at him, clearly knowing that her own face was blue and swollen, too ugly to look at.

Still smiling as hard as he could: "Mr. sir, don't be sad."

Jiang Xingzhi felt his sword hand being lifted forcefully by Yan Wu.

He wants to struggle.

He wanted to say "no".

He was trembling all over.

He looked at Yan Wu desperately and pleadingly, tears rolling down unconsciously: "Awu, Awu, I never regret it, I am happiest when I can become husband and wife with you, Awu, Awu... …”

He wanted to say "don't do this".

He wanted to say, "I'll take you far away."

He wanted to say, "Awu, I can't live without you."

But, but he couldn't tell.

Say it and do it.

He can't do it.

These words weighed on his heart, like a hill weighing heavily on him.

It made him breathless.

The pressure made him stoop.

The sword was slowly lifted by her.

She was still smiling at him.

She said to him in a soft voice: "Don't cry, don't cry. When you cry, I feel very uncomfortable. Please don't cry, okay? I am a heinous bandit. I deserve to die. Don't cry, don't cry." …”

She took his hand holding the sword and slowly stabbed it into her own chest.

She is still laughing.

But her hand had slipped.

"Awu, Awu." He stared blankly at the sword that pierced her chest.

After realizing it, he lowered his head and looked at the hand holding the sword, seeing that it was covered in blood.

This blood is all hers, all hers.

His wife, his woman, the woman he said he would protect.

He slowly leaned over and held her tightly in his arms.

When he picked her up, something in her arms fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

Yes, it is the little star made of pottery figurines that he made.

She said that little Xingxing was him and little Awu was her.

She made clothes and little shoes for the pottery figurines.

When he left that day, she asked him to go back to pick her up early so that Xiaoxing and Xiao Awu would never be separated again.

She said that in the future, if one of two people dies first, the pottery figurines will be buried together, so that each other will be watching over them and neither will be alone.

He bent down and pressed his face against hers.

"Awu." He murmured: "Awu..."

The three words "I'm sorry" are stuck in my throat. I can't say them out, and I can't swallow them back.

Colleagues from the government office rushed over and rushed into the ruined temple.

Seeing Jiang Xingzhi's sword stuck in Yan Wu's chest, Yan Wu, who thought it was Jiang Xingzhi's uniform, suddenly looked admiring.

"The county magistrate is really good at martial arts. This bandit is as strong as an ox and can tear apart iron chains with his hands. Fortunately, magistrate magistrate, you subdued her. Otherwise, you would teach her to escape and harm the people in the neighborhood."

The voice seemed to be absent in Jiang Xingzhi's ears.

He was slowly walking towards the outside of the ruined temple step by step.

Hear yourself answer: "Yeah."

The sunshine outside is really dazzling.

He walked to the threshold and closed his eyes under the sunlight.

Then, look back.

She was seen lying on the grass under the Buddha statue, covered in blood.

She still had her eyes open, and her eyes seemed to be looking at him.

The corners of her lips raised slightly.

She seemed to be smiling at him.

The smile is soft and gentle.

In my ears, her voice seemed to be saying: "Mr., are you thirsty? Drink some water."

"Sir, you are so kind."

"My husband, you are the best husband."

When he stepped out of the threshold, his body swayed.

Someone held him up.

"Xian Cheng, Xian Cheng, are you injured?"

His hands were covering his chest.

He heard himself say, "Yeah."

(End of this chapter)