Mo Shao's wife is super sweet

1638 The Finale 28

He knocked out Li Huayi, took one last look at Su Weiliang, concealed the unbearable look in his eyes, turned and left.

Qin Xuechu didn't have the heart to worry about other people.

He was terrified by those black pupils with no temperature. Those eyes were basically beyond the eyes of normal people. Darkness and pain engulfed her reason, she would go crazy, and she would destroy everyone around her, including her. Own……

"Weiliang!" Qin Xuechu hugged her, he was the closest, and he was the most affected, his mind was in pain like a pinprick, and a large piece of red blood overflowed from the corner of Qin Xuechu's mouth, he hugged her tightly, "Wake up, you And Mo Feibai, you and your children, they are all waiting for you to go home..."

Why didn't that bastard Mo Feibai come?

When she was in such pain and despair, where did the man who said he loved her go?

Su Weiliang stared at Qin Xuechu steadfastly, only a gnawing blackness remained in his eyes.

Kill them all!
kill them!
Qin Xuechu suddenly spit out a big mouthful of blood, Su Weiliang slowly got up from the ground, she touched the knife beside her, the tip of the knife was seeping blood, she walked in front of Qin Xuechu, looked down at him condescendingly, with nothing but indifference in her eyes, Nothing else.

Qin Xuechu's eyes were so sad, he was not afraid of death, the tragedy of their family was all their fault, he just felt distressed.

Su Weiliang has already lost Su Huanyan, if she wakes up and sees him die in front of her, how sad will she be?

He can't die!

At least he can't die in her hands!
Qin Xuechu raised her hand to hold the knife that Su Weiliang inserted. The sharp knife cut his finger, and the bright red blood flowed down, dyeing the snow-white clothes bright red.

Qin Xuechu pushed her away, and crawled towards the dark river with the last of her strength.

Su Weiliang raised her face, her snow-white cheeks were covered with tears, she was in great pain, and there was no light in her consciousness except darkness and desolation.

She was weeping silently, with big tears rolling down her snow-white cheeks, she was carrying a knife, she was mourning, she was paying homage, she was crying, she wanted to use the blood of the whole world to bury a person...

But who was that person, she forgot...

Holding the knife, she walked towards Qin Xuechu step by step.

Qin Xuechu looked at the dark river that was close at hand. The blood dragged on the ice for a long distance, almost converging into a small stream...

The cold blade was getting closer and closer to him, his consciousness was becoming more and more dim, and the terrifying mental suppression made his face pale and terrible. He almost relied on the love that went deep into the marrow of the past 20 years to keep him from falling down.

If he died at her hands, Su Weiliang's life would be ruined.

He can't die, absolutely can't die by her hands...

Strong obsession supported him to reach the edge of the dark river, and the sound of footsteps behind him came closer, followed by the icy blade.

Looking at the clear lake surface, Qin Xuechu saw Su Weiliang's eyes, cold and dark, like the eyes of a god looking down on an ant, cold and pale, those beautiful eyes could no longer find a trace of innocence that belonged to the past and agile...

enough……

After all, he still wanted to take another look at her, wanted to see that she was safe, and turned to leave.

Qin Xuechu smiled slightly, the tenderness in her eyes almost melted the woman behind her, the corners of her skirt hung beside his cheeks, slightly cold, with a familiar aura.

(End of this chapter)