love across the three realms

Chapter 448 No.16 ⑤ Unbearable Hate

"He Xinger!" Luo Feng yelled angrily, raised his legs and turned over the sofa, grabbed her by the collar in one go, and flung her outward: "You are crazy!"

She even put her hand into the fire for a bead!

His sanity almost collapsed because of this, and he couldn't imagine that if those soft little hands were burned by the fire, would he demolish the whole house in anger because of this!

He Xing quickly got up from the ground, without even looking at him, and continued to rush towards him again desperately.

Luo Feng was angry and anxious, and blocked her way, with a stern voice: "Don't pick it up!"

She looked at him coldly, her eyes were like a knife: "Luo Feng, don't force me to hate you! You careless bastard!"

Don't care?He also thought that he didn't have it, but why is the position of his heart so painful at this moment?

She actually said hate?He used to bully her, humiliate her, and even almost offended her. She never stared at him with such cold eyes that could freeze his blood, and she never used the word "hate" to express her opinion of him, but now, she Say to him: Don't force me to hate you, Luo Feng!
hatred?He found it completely intolerable and unbearable for her to use this disgusting word to him!
At the moment when he lost his mind, He Xing rushed to the fireplace again, ready to push away the charcoal fire and find the location of the magic bead.

Luo Feng suddenly clenched his fists, pushed He Xing aside rudely and in time, took her previous position by himself, picked up a half-burned firewood, and went to stir the burning charcoal fire in the fireplace. A light different from the orange-yellow flame gave off a bright red light. Ignoring the scorching heat, he quickly reached into the fire with his hands and grabbed the chain wearing the magic beads.

The hot temperature eroded his fingers quickly, but he couldn't feel the pain on the skin, because the word "hate" was still eating away at his flesh and blood, that kind of suffering was far more hurtful than the external pain!

He held the magic bead he retrieved from the fire just like that, letting the chain that had been simmered by the flames scorched black on his palm, he handed the magic bead in front of He Xinger, and looked at her deeply : "Your magic bead, are you satisfied?"

(End of this chapter)