Tyrant, your vest fell off

CHAPTER 128 – BLESSED
"Your Excellency rode thousands of miles alone for your ugly wife, trespassed on my Dayan barracks alone, even I couldn't help being moved by it, no matter what!"

Huyan Wuju retracted the Hidden Sword, and tapped Li Qingmei's acupuncture points, making her unable to move.

"Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and I don't allow the world to see gray hair. If you can kneel down and kowtow three times to me, maybe I will be soft-hearted for a while, and I can help you two!"

"Don't deceive people too much!"

Sikong Que's complexion changed suddenly, his brows were pale and frowning, an unstoppable rage flickered in his dark eyes, and the veins of violent anger suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"Hey, it seems that Your Excellency's affection for your ugly wife is only half-hearted. Today, I will be a good person to the end and send the Buddha to the west, so that you two will become a bitter couple in the future~"

"Kneel down and beg me to let her go, or write a divorce letter immediately, divorce this ugly girl, and choose one!"

"We won't choose either!"

Li Qingmei couldn't move, she could only grit her teeth and growl at Huyan without distance, her chest was full of anger, extremely angry, the raised scar on her flushed right cheek looked particularly ferocious at this moment.

"Then. kill you!"

Huyan Wuju let out bursts of creepy and sinister laughter, he raised his right hand, caressing Li Qingmei's cheek with pity.

"What is love? What is meaning? It's not that everyone is lying to themselves. What is ignorance? What is obsession? It has always been a show between men and women. The so-called love that the living can die and the dead can live, when disasters are imminent, it is nothing more than love." It's a sham piece of crap."

Huyan Wuju sighed and sneered at the so-called love, and stretched out his index finger, scratching the scar on Li Qingmei's face with his sharp nails.

It hurt so much, there were sweat beads the size of acne on her forehead, her lips gradually turned white uncontrollably, and warm liquid slid down her cheeks, she knew that the wound healed after his nails scratched her.

"En~ The taste of this blood is really sweet~"

Huyan Wuju put his blood-stained fingers into his mouth sickly, and sucked the blood on his fingertips unsatisfactorily.

"Que! Write a letter of divorce!"

Li Qingmei really couldn't bear it, seeing Sikong Que's pupils struggling with anger and pain, burning with the most violent hatred, because of anger and despair, he couldn't help himself, he could only pant continuously, and his whole body trembled.

"Oh!"

"No! Sikong Que, get up for me! Don't kneel!"

Her eyes were about to burst, the blood in her whole body seemed to be stagnant, her heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp knife, and it was nothing more than a thousand arrows piercing through her heart.

"No. Sikong Que! Get up! Get up!. Get up!"

A stream of tears flowed silently from her sad face, and she cried out for him not to kneel over and over again.

Until the hoarseness, it finally turned into a howl, like a wounded wolf howling in the cold wilderness, the pain was mixed with anger and sadness.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Sikong Que prostrated at Huyan Wuju's feet, bumped his head to the ground, and when he raised his head again, tears of blood had already oozed from his forehead.

"Xiao Wang Sikong Que, kneel down and beg Dayan's honorable Master Huyan to return Xiao Wang's wife to me! I want to take her home!"

"Hey~"

Huyan Wuju walked in front of Sikong Que, helped him up, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Did the lord misunderstand something? What I said is that maybe I will soften my heart for a while, maybe, maybe, I forgot to tell you, I have always been hard-hearted, so how can I be soft-hearted? Hahahaha!"

"Huyan has no distance! You are shameless!"

(End of this chapter)