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Chapter 832 Compassionate All Beings Buddha (4)

"Why, you would rather choose Jingshimaha than me?"

Wanyan knew that Jing Shijialan must have seen that in the infighting in Tianxuan Palace, she was secretly standing in line, standing on Jing Shimaha, which was the opposite of Jing Shijialan.

Wanyan was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

Jing Shijialan is too smart, if he really wants to hear the answer, Wanyan is not going to lie to him, nor is she confident that she can.

"of course."

"Two reasons.

First, you won, Jingshi Maha is dead, I am not sure about killing you again.

Jing Shi Maha won, and if you are dead, I will definitely kill him again.

Second, it is you who have a marriage contract with me, not Jingshimaha.

I would rather be a widow than marry you. "

Wanyan spoke simply and frankly.

These words are more chilling than the waves of the Lingjiang River.

"Are you so unwilling to marry me?"

Jing Shijialan turned around, his body was a little stiff.

He looked at Wanyan with eyes that made Wanyan feel a little guilty.

"Yes." Wanyan answered honestly.

"Jing Shijialan, how do you think I should marry you with so much blood and hatred on my back?"

Wanyan also looked at Jingshi Jialan, this time, it was Wanyan whose eyes were so calm and almost cold-blooded.

She saw with her own eyes that Jing Shijialan's eyes were a little bit red.

He was holding back, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and roared:
"But, I never killed a person around you! Why, why do you want to put all the accounts, all the debts, on me?"

For a long period of time, Jing Shijialan has been carrying too many misunderstandings, but he still carried it silently and never explained anything.

But for some reason, looking at Wanyan at this moment, all Jing Shijialan's grievances suddenly flooded into his heart like a flood beside him.

Jing Shijialan knew that Wanyan lost her loved ones again and again, which hit her too hard. Jing Shijialan felt sorry for her, and felt extremely guilty towards her because of Tianxuan Palace and Jingshi Maha.

But Wanyan always looked at him as a murderer from the beginning.

She never seemed to have thought about the role of Jing Shijialan in those occasions when she lost her loved ones.

Whether he was harming her, or risking his life time and time again to save her.

Is she too stupid to think of it?
No, she has the brightest brains.

She also felt that sometimes Jing Shijialan's behavior was incomprehensible.

For example, when he was in charge of the mansion, Jing Shijialan broke his bones and broke free from 81 evil scriptures. He held a knife against himself and threatened Jing Shimaha to let Wanyan go.

But Wanyan, she would rather attribute these incomprehensions to Jing Shijialan's deeper conspiracy than believe that he is really helping herself.

However, Wanyan was not moved by Jing Shijialan's grievance, she looked at him coldly, and there was even a sneer at the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah, you didn't kill everyone.

You are the most compassionate, you are the most pure, and you are the cleanest.

But, Jing Shajialan, why every time you appear, my relatives always die?
When we first met, Uncle Guan died.

When we met for the second time, my father, mother, older sister, younger brother, and sister-in-law were all gone.

The third time we met, Sheng Lang left.

I know that Jing Shi Maha is the culprit of all this, and I am not afraid to tell you that I will definitely kill him and your father.

But Jing Shijialan, tell me, do you really have nothing to do with all this?
As the dictator of the Temple, do you really know nothing about all this?

I know that there are countless hands behind me, eager to push me off the cliff.

Jing Shijialan, do you dare to say that your hands are not one of them? "

Wanyan questioned with cold eyes, every sentence was like a knife, cutting hard on Jing Shijialan's body.

After these words, Jing Shijialan was already cold all over, and his hands and feet were numb.

When he carried the seal of Ku Zhuan once a year, he never felt so uncomfortable.

After a long time, Jing Shijialan managed to squeeze out a word from between his teeth.

"Xuan Wanyan... Is that why you miss me?"

"Yes." Wanyan said without thinking.

"You never believed me?
Don't believe that I never thought of harming you, don't believe that everything I'm doing has a compelling reason? "

"Yes." It was still the same answer, with the same determination.

Jing Shijialan looked at Wanyan, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and a tear fell quietly at the corner of his wide-open eyes.

It was in Jiangling Village on this mountain, that night when the torrential rain was pouring, and Bashan was cuddling with the night rain.

The two hid awkwardly in the room with the collapsed roof, holding up a quilt to hide from the rain.

Wanyan leaned against Jing Shijialan, almost falling asleep.

Jing Shijialan asked her softly: "If I was not a Heng Li, but another person, would you still lean in my arms so defenselessly?"

Wan asked in a daze, "What kind of person is the other person...?"

"Well... Actually, I don't know him very well."

Jing Shijialan thought for a long time before replying with some uncertainty: "Probably he is not very human."

After a long time, he opened his mouth slowly and added another sentence.

"It's also a person who can't help himself."

Wanyan moved her numb legs, rubbed against Jing Shijialan's shoulders, and was teetering on the silk thread on the edge of deep sleep, subconsciously replied:

"Then he... is really a poor man."

"Yes." Jing Shijialan smiled wryly, the hand that patted Wanyan became lighter and softer, and her voice became softer.

"He only hopes that in the future, you can understand that he can't help himself. Maybe he won't be so pitiful."

In the end, she still didn't understand, not even a ten thousandth.

And he was ridiculously pitiful.

Once, she was the only person in this world who pitied him.

Now, she has changed too.

At this time, Jing Shijialan felt that a hundred hands were pinching his neck, making him suffocate until he couldn't breathe.

Why those plans, I really don't know; why I can't pay you with my life, why I can't die; why I can already control Jing Shimaha, but I have been slow to catch him, and I have tolerated him again and again.

Xuan Wanyan, you never knew this.

Or rather, you would rather hate me blindly than know.

If I were just me, I would be willing to go to the frying pan for you a few times.

But the me who bears the seal of Ku Zhuan has never been me.

Jing Shijialan didn't say a word, but he looked into Wanyan's eyes, wishing he could fill in all the answers.

"Can't help yourself?" Wanyan sneered, glanced disdainfully at the teardrops on Jing Shijialan's cheek, and smiled extraordinarily playfully.

"In the middle of the night, and there is no audience, my lord, do you have to cry and make noise?"

　Ah ah ah sister Yan! !I can't wait to sew your mouth shut, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo "N( is already indescribable in words, as expected, the ultimate language is nonsense
　　May I ask Ms. Xuan, how did you manage to accurately dance in Mr. Jing's minefield?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)