my husband is a killer

Chapter 430 Dead Chess 2
Even with such a cold tone, when speaking of certain words and sentences, it also brought out emotions that could not be concealed.

他 说:

"I've never apologized to anyone, never admitted defeat to anyone, but it's really scary for her to lose her temper..."

他 说:

"At that time, I really thought we could walk together for the rest of our lives!"

他 说:

"I didn't feel that way when I was really dying, but when the doctor told me that the child was gone, when she told me that she hadn't passed the critical period...it seemed to die once!"

他 说:

"I won't disturb her current life anymore, and I won't have such a day with her again."

She said the last sentence because she slapped the table and kicked the stool after listening to the story, cursed the fog up and down from beginning to end, and then asked expectantly:
"Actually, you have been thinking about how to fight back from the moment you agreed to go back to the fog. How could you be willing to be the killing machine of the fog for the rest of your life? Now you have finally waited for the opportunity-the storm directly hits the fog. When they both lose Now that you can break free from the shackles, will you come back to look for Lan Jiao immediately after the mist is overthrown, have you been planning this day for a long time?"

But he said that sentence-they will never have such a day again!

She blinked her eyes in doubt, her brain paralyzed by alcohol was a little dull, and she didn't react, she asked nazily:

"Not to be with her, so what are you doing with the fog?"

"What are you doing?" His body froze, and he clenched the wine glass tightly. His expression that had always been indifferent suddenly became icy cold, and his sharp eyes cut her face like a knife's edge. The momentum broke out, and she was so shocked that most of her wine was sober!
He gritted his teeth coldly and spit out the sentence,

"My wife's blood cannot be shed in vain, and someone must pay for my child's life!"

That's the real aura of the No. [-] killer. Kris stared at him blankly, his robot-like indifference mask broke, and the deepest hatred that had been concealed raged into flames, almost burning him up—I don't know Is it because of how long she has endured, restrained herself for so long, and finally waited for the time to explode?

She cried out in a low voice, unable to hide her surprise:
"You want revenge? You don't want to get rid of the fog, you want revenge on it?"

He gulped down a glass of wine, his face was domineering with a sharp sword out of its sheath, firm as iron in the dim light and shadow, coldly snorted:
"That kind of place, human flesh machine, human life trading - should have had this day long ago, a killing machine like me, should have had this day long ago!"

She was faintly startled, always felt that his words were too decisive, as if he didn't leave any room for her, so she couldn't help asking:

"What are you going to do, are you going to let the people of the storm steal the ammunition from the hands of the fog, let them fight recklessly, and lose both?"

"You've been checking Lea for me for so long, will he do something that hurts both sides?" He just snorted heavily, raised his glass, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp, and slowly restrained the edge when he poured the wine again I won't say anything else anymore!
(End of this chapter)