Quick wear: The villain made the male protagonist cry again

chapter 135
After being taken away by Shen Chen.

Xie Xuan noticed.

I can't even ask for death.

Shen Chen imprisoned him beside her.

Everyone in the Xuanyuan faction hated him to death.

After everyone knew what he was going to do to Shen Chen, they all looked at him coldly. If it wasn't for Shen Chen's protection, they would all rush up and cut him into pieces.

Shen Chen has her own fairy mountain and has become the youngest Mahayana venerable. Her tyrannical strength has been sought after by many people.

No one thought her revenge was wrong.

Everything is his own fault.

Since then, his reputation has been ruined, and he has become a street mouse, and everyone shouts and beats him.

Xie Xuan was standing by the window wearing a thin winter coat, his whole body was sickly and frail, he stretched out his hand tremblingly to catch the snowflake, maybe it was because his hand was too cold.

The snowflake fell on his palm intact.

It didn't melt in the slightest.

He hates Shen Chen.

I wish I could drink her blood and eat her flesh.

He tried countless times to escape.

But without exception, they will all be caught by her.

He wanted to die, but the damn golden bell on his feet couldn't even make him want to die.

He lives like a walking dead.

He has completely become a plaything in her hands.

Now he can't even get out of this room.

Shen Chen hugged him to sleep every night.

He tried to kill her, but failed once.

She hugged him like a pet. She said she loved him and that he would stay by her side forever.

She said, if he dares to run again.

She broke his leg.

does she love him

Her love only smothered him.

Xie Xuan looked at the intact snowflake in his palm, and suddenly swept everything on the table to the ground in a frenzy.

In the white porcelain vase is a red plum she folded.

She said that she wanted to show him the first moment of winter.

He was barefoot, stepping on the broken porcelain bottle.

His blood dyed the bright red plum blossoms even more beautifully. His snow-white feet, red blood, and golden bells outlined a soul-stirring picture.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The bells on the ankles rang crisply.

He even went crazy and smashed everything that could be smashed in the whole room.

"Your Majesty, Young Master, he..."

Crazy again.

Shen Chen was reclining on the couch, Yuan Qi was kneeling at her feet, holding a tangerine in his hand, looking at Shen Chen flatteringly.

Shen Chen sat up: "It's okay, just put on a new one."

Yuan Qi brought the picked oranges to Shen Chen's mouth.

Shen Chen didn't open his mouth.

Yuan Qi lowered his head, covering the loneliness in his eyes: "Little sister, why don't you want to take another look at me?"

Shen Chen looked at him with a smile.

"I told you, you don't deserve it."

She stood up.

"If there is nothing wrong, Junior Brother will go back first."

"I'm off to see my caged sparrow."

Yuan Qi raised his head, a look of madness flashed in his eyes.

It has been more than two years since I left Tian Yanzong.

But no matter how humble he is to please her, she will never look at him more.

She only had Xie Xuan in her eyes.

He used to do that to her.

Why did she still prefer to have him instead of him.

Everyone said that he was the one Shen Chen liked the most.

But only he knows that everything is fake.

It was just a rumor he deliberately let out.

In her eyes, only Xie Xuan.

She protected him very well.

He had no chance to attack Xie Xuan at all.

Xie Xuan.

He must die.

Shen Chen pushed open the door.

Wreckage everywhere.

Xie Xuan seemed to be tired from the fall. He was lying on the ground like a rag doll that had been discarded at random. His body was covered with blood from being scratched by various porcelain.

Not fatal.

If it is life-threatening, Jin Ling will protect him.

She stepped in.

Xie Xuan lay on the ground, motionless.

Shen Chen glanced at him, bent down and picked him up.

Xie Xuan didn't struggle, like a body without a soul.

(End of this chapter)