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Chapter 1789 Lie Yan: Two Hearts Looking at Each Other
Her tears were like cannon fire blasting Dugu Lie to pieces.

Dugulie leaned helplessly on the pillar.

He drank the drink one mouthful at a time.

Let the spicy liquid paralyze your throat, your nerves, and your heart.

In the room, Murong Yan cried like a child.

She has always been strong, confident, sunny, and she has never been so sad.

She was at a loss, she didn't know what to do?
The sharp nails were deeply embedded in the soft palm.

Her red eyes are like little white rabbits.

She wished she could rush out, she wished she could take an ax and smash open that door fiercely.

She wanted to tell Dugulie how much she loved him, and she didn't want Dugulie and Banxia to have an intimate relationship.

She doesn't want to.

She's so jealous, she's so heartbroken.

The pain is already suffocating.

She was crying, even though she was biting her hand, the heartbroken voice would still slip out involuntarily.

Dugulie, you bastard, you bastard, you are a bastard.

You just broke my heart like this, stabbing my admiration fiercely with a knife.

You make me hurt, you make me hurt so much.

Dugulie seemed to be drunk, but he didn't seem to be drunk, he sat down on the ground slumped, listening to Murong Yan's crying, he drank heavily.

Xu Shi choked, choking his tears out.

that's it.

Murong Yan cried all night in the room.

Dugulie sat outside the room all night.

The next day.

The sky turned fish-belly white.

The waking shadow came out of his room, and saw Dugu Lie sitting on the ground at a glance, he rushed over with a stride: "Sovereign, suzerain, wake up, why are you sleeping here?"

"Hush." ​​The vigilant Dugulie opened his eyes for a moment, seeing that the shadow made a silent movement, and his hoarse voice uttered intolerable words.

Shadow glanced at the opposite room, and suddenly understood, his heart was extremely sore, he didn't make a sound, and quietly helped Dugu Lie back to Banxia's room.

Ban Xia fell asleep lying on the dining table, and was pleasantly surprised when she heard the voice. When she saw the haggard and embarrassed Dugu Lie, her heart was gloomy. She knew that he was for Murong Yan, not for Own.

"Let me come, Shadow, you go out." Ban Xia helped Dugu Lie onto the bed, and covered him with a quilt: "Lie, your face is so red, you seem to be a little hot, I'll call you a doctor. "

Dugu Lie pressed Ban Xia, his voice hoarse: "There is no need to ask the doctor, go, and apply that cold towel to my head."

Ban Xia bit her lip and agreed, after a while she brought back the cold towel and put it on his forehead thoughtfully, Dugu Lie brushed her hand away to press it herself.

Ban Xia sat there and looked at him aggrieved.

He closed his eyes, his mind was filled with Murong Yan's heart-piercing crying.

He killed countless people, his hands were covered with blood, he was fearless, but he was extremely afraid of Murong Yan's tears.

Those were not tears, they were knives, cutting the flesh of his heart one by one.

Murong Yan was tired from crying and fell asleep. When she woke up, she found that her whole body was sore because of her wrong posture. She rubbed her swollen eyes and managed to get up from the ground.

Her legs were so numb that she couldn't stand still. She supported the door panel for a while before she felt more comfortable.

She walked to the bronze mirror, saw that her eyes had swollen into goldfish, sighed, secretly scolded herself for being worthless, then washed her face to make herself look less embarrassed, then opened the door and walked out.

(End of this chapter)