too affectionate

Chapter 519 Torturing Each Other
"I want you to go."

Wanyan paused every word, speaking with difficulty but solemnly.

"What did you say?" Hearing this, Heng Li, who was always indifferent to emotions, suddenly tensed up, and immediately grabbed Wanyan's shoulders with both hands, as if she was afraid that she would run away.

"I'm going? How can you let me have the heart to go? Cut off my heart and go?"

Heng Li asked word by word, every word was dripping with blood.

He squeezed Wanyan's shoulders harder with his fingers, but his eyes were full of fire, he hated that his eyes could not see everything in Wanyan's heart, hated that Wanyan had to push him away at such a painful time.

"Xuan Wanyan, what happened to you!?"

Wanyan shook her head, laughing more bitterly than crying.

Wanyan also wanted to ask what happened to herself.

However, Wanyan didn't have time to think about it, and there was no one to ask. She could feel the overwhelming hatred eating away at her last sobriety. Wanyan just wanted Heng Li to leave quickly before she did anything to hurt him. .

Wanyan thought to herself: With my martial arts cultivation, even if I can't really hurt Heng Li, once it happens that I am hurt by someone who has given everything with my heart and soul, it is already hurting people, and there is no need for any harm. The results of it?

Wanyan's hands trembled, as if grasping the last straw before she died, she slowly climbed onto Heng Li's face.

"Heng Li, even if I die thousands of times, how can I have the heart to hurt you?"

Wanyan's eyes were blood red, showing a killing intent that could no longer be restrained.

But, in the bloodthirsty color, it is full of tenderness and love.

She bit out every word, said every word, and shed tears.

Hearing this endless sentence, even though Heng Li didn't know the reason, just looking into Wanyan's eyes made her feel heartbroken.

In the next second, Heng Li pressed Wanyan into his arms, completely imprisoning her by his side.

In Wanyan's ear, there was a soft sentence:
"What does it matter if you hurt me?
I don't blame you, and I don't feel pain. "

As soon as Heng Li's voice came out, Wanyan knew that there really was a kind of tenderness that was extremely cold in the world.

However, in Wanyan's heart, the roar and clamor of the inner demon was like a stormy wave, drowning Heng Li's voice madly, it howled angrily:

Xuan Wanyan!Don't struggle like an ant anymore, what emotion is in your heart is still not clear?You just hate him, he is your sworn enemy!Are you not miserable, are you not hopeless?Then kill him, kill him!

As long as you kill him, you can get rid of this endless torture!But if you don't kill him now, you will continue to be roasted and tortured in this raging fire, until one day your heart fails and you finally can't hold back and kill him!

Give up Xuan Wanyan, as long as you are still alive, he will die by your hands sooner or later.

This clamor followed by bursts of heart palpitations, depriving Wanyan of her last consciousness, and making Wanyan completely tranced for a moment.

When Wanyan became conscious again, her right hand had already landed on the dagger at her waist.

"Death!"

Wanyan heard a sharp scream, and when she finished speaking, Wanyan realized that it was her own voice.

The next second, the person in Heng Li's arms suddenly broke free from his embrace, the dagger held high in his right hand shone coldly under the moonlight, and the tip of the dagger was facing Heng Li's heart.

Although the two of them are no more than a punch away, as long as Heng Li wants to hide, there are still thousands of ways, such as releasing her determination to shake her away.

However, Heng Li didn't take a step back, just moved her toes slightly imperceptibly, and moved her heart door away from the tip of the dagger, and then watched as the dagger was about to be sent into her chest.

There is only distress for Wanyan in his eyes.

Seeing that the dagger was about to be stabbed, in a dark place a hundred meters away, a voice asked eagerly: "Miss! If you don't stop him, he will really die! In that world..."

Just before the words fell, the blood was already splashing.

Heng Li was ready to be stabbed, but when the smell of fresh blood filled the air again, Heng Li didn't feel any sting.

As soon as he lowered his head, Heng Li saw a clenched fist just a knuckle away from his heart.

The dagger pierced through the eye of the fist, pierced through the heart of the fist, and came out from the fist wheel. There was a gleaming tip of the dagger outside the fist, pointing directly at Heng Li's chest.

That was Wanyan's left fist.

"Tick, tick."

One sound, one sound, was the sound of blood beads leaking from between Wanyan's fingers and hitting the ground.

Even though the face of her fist was already stained red with blood, Wanyan still held the dagger tightly, not daring to relax a bit.

In the end, the dagger stabbed out by Wanyan's right hand pierced her left hand fiercely, both hands were still exerting force, one tried hard to stab, and the other tried hard to block.

Playing games with yourself, no matter how you look at it, how absurd.

"Xuan Wanyan, what are you doing!"

Heng Li let out a shout, immediately grabbed Wanyan's left wrist, and said sharply, "Let go!"

There was anger in this majestic voice, it was the voice of the cold-faced Rakshasa, Wanyan hadn't heard it for a long time.

Hearing at this time, the voice that was obviously so cold, but to Wanyan's ears, it was so kind.

This reminded her of the first time she met Heng Li at the gate of Hanlin Garden in the early summer of last year when she took the national examination.

So cold, yet so amazing, one glance is unforgettable forever.

It would be great if we could go back to that time. It would be better to meet each other than to torture each other.

Wanyan smiled, and her lips that were relaxed for a moment were instantly ravaged by blood.

However, Wanyan's hand is not loose at all.

Wanyan could feel that the dagger was inserted into her palm, and she still had a huge impulse. Wanyan knew that at such a short distance, as long as her left hand was loosened, her out-of-control right hand would send the dagger into Heng Li's body.

"You go quickly."

Looking at Heng Li's anger, Wanyan spit out these four words lightly.

"Xuan Wanyan! Let go!"

Heng Li growled, not only did not back down, but her grip on Wanyan's right wrist became tighter and tighter.

If it was Wanyan from before, seeing Heng Li so angry, she would feel jealous no matter how slippery she was, and would be obedient.

However, at this time Wanyan's hand holding the dagger blade became tighter and tighter, and her voice was a little more pleading.

"Heng Li, hurry up and let me beg you, okay?"

Wanyan's eyes, which were already extremely blood red and full of murderous aura, were tears of helplessness rolling down drop by drop, the contrast was so sad that it made people feel sad.

"Let go!" Heng Li repeated again, her voice was not raised, but the coercion and anger in her eyes were even greater.

When the two were at a stalemate, Heng Li saw that Wanyan would not let go no matter what, and the blood falling from her palm had already become a disaster, so he couldn't bear the stalemate anymore, so he let go first.

Just when Wanyan thought that Heng Li was finally leaving and breathed a sigh of relief, Heng Li actually took out her own dagger from her waist and pressed the tip of the dagger directly to her chest.

(End of this chapter)