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Chapter 252 Despair

"Do you know that you just killed my only remaining relative?"

Looking at Fu Hongxue whose acupoints were tapped by her, Zhuo Yuzhen's tone suddenly became extremely sad.

"I only have two relatives left, one is my sister, and the other is my brother!"

Looking at Fu Hongxue in front of her, Zhuo Yuzhen slowly wiped away her tears and said.

"I swore to protect them, but just now you killed my last relative!"

When she said this, Zhuo Yuzhen's tone had become a bit resentful.

The young man using the sword just now is her brother, and his name is Ni Ping.

And her sister was naturally Ni Hui who died in the hands of Murong Fu.

Looking at Fu Hongxue with pain in her eyes, Zhuo Yuzhen, who was still immersed in sadness just now, smiled.

"You seem to be feeling very uncomfortable. Is your wound sick? Or is your heart hurting?"

Fu Hongxue said: "Because I still don't want to kill you."

She finally reached his knife.

Her hand was only an inch from his knife.

Zhuo Yuzhen said: "I know you must have many questions in your heart, but I just don't tell you!"

Zhuo Yuzhen stared at Fu Hongxue in front of her and continued speaking word by word.

There was naturally no flaw in her plan, nor was there any problem with her acupuncture technique. The only problem was Fu Hongxue himself.

Zhuo Yuzhen suddenly laughed.

Fu Hongxue pursed her lips and fell into silence.

It turned out that his scabbard was like a red-hot iron, hitting the back of her hand hard, and she received this blow, but her panic was far stronger than the pain.

Seeing Fu Hongxue fall into silence, Zhuo Yuzhen's smile became even more proud.

She reached for his knife: "Not only do I want to move, but I also want to kill you with this knife."

This reason may be ridiculous, but to Fu Hongxue, Zhuo Yuzhen in front of him seemed to be wearing a gold medal for immunity from death.

People themselves are contradictory creatures. They are afraid of being sad themselves, but they are very happy when they see others sad.

Zhuo Yuzhen screamed in pain, and soon the sword in her right hand fell to the ground, and there was a shallow blood mark on the back of her hand.

She smiled happily. "No matter where you feel pain, it will definitely stop hurting soon. Because dead people don't know pain."

She suddenly looked at Fu Hongxue's knife: "You said no one can touch your knife, but now I insist on touching it."

Just because she had clearly tapped seven of his important acupuncture points, and her moves were always extremely accurate, so there was no way she would miss.

Seeing that Fu Hongxue remained silent, Zhuo Yuzhen's smile grew wider, and her hand suddenly touched her waist.

But Fu Hongxue was still able to move freely, and all this naturally made her feel frightened and uneasy.

Zhuo Yuzhen couldn't help but ask: "What's the matter?"

Fu Hongxue said: "Every acupuncture point on my body has been moved by an inch."

Fu Hongxue suddenly said: "You'd better not move!"

There was a strange light in her eyes, and she said loudly and deliberately: "But you still can't kill me!"

The next moment, a cold light was seen stabbing Fu Hongxue's vital points like a startling rainbow. It was a sword, and the sword was in Zhuo Yuzhen's hand.

Zhuo Yuzhen said: "Why?'

Fu Hongxue said coldly: "It seems there is something you can never think of."

For example, Zhuo Yuzhen right now.

There are naturally many reasons not to kill her.

Because she never dreamed that Fu Hongxue could move his acupuncture points to any side. This kind of martial arts was unbelievable even if it sounded unbelievable.

Her smile was cheerful and content.

Fu Hongxue's lips were so dry that she couldn't even utter a single word.

Zhuo Yuzhen laughed and said, "I just want to move, but I want to see how you can kill me?"

Hearing this, Fu Hongxue remained silent.

Not to mention, she is Qiu Shuiqing's woman and her friend's woman.

The sword flashed and Fu Hongxue's sword was unsheathed.

Zhuo Yuzhen was stunned.

She smiled and asked, "I originally thought you could kill that person, but now it seems that I was wrong, so I will kill you soon. When you get there, you will have no worries or pain." "

However, she soon heard a cry of pain, and a red mark appeared on the back of her hand, which was so painful that she almost shed tears.

All of this was obviously just as Zhuo Yuzhen said just now, and Fu Hongxue still showed mercy.

For example, she is currently Fu Hongxue's wife and the mother of two children.

"So I said, I can kill you, but you can never kill me!"

A gust of wind blew, and he felt as cold as a knife cutting on his shoulder. When he lowered his head, he discovered that there was a four-inch long wound on his right shoulder.

That sword strike was so swift and dangerous that no one could imagine it unless they had experienced it.

His shoulder was bleeding, and so was the blade.

Unexpectedly, the sword in Zhuo Yuzhen's hand turned out to be faster, harder, and more terrifying than Yang Wuji.

At this moment, he finally understood what Murong Fu had said.

Fu Hongxue remained silent because he had to control himself.

After a long time, he breathed out softly and said, "You are indeed not Zhuo Yuzhen, who are you?"

She smiled again, cunningly and cruelly: "You ask me who I am? Have you forgotten that I am your wife?"

Fu Hongxue's hands were cold.

"I married you just because I wanted to give you a burden, drag you down, tire you out, and make you fight to save me anytime, anywhere. But no one can deny that I Finally I married you."

"..."

"I killed Zhuo Yuzhen, I killed Du Shiqi, and I want to kill you, but I am indeed your wife and the mother of your two children!"

Zhuo Yuzhen's smile was proud and arrogant.

She had determined Fu Hongxue's mentality and understood that the invincible magic sword would never attack the mother of two children.

"I married you originally to inspire you to fight with that person until both sides lose, but I didn't expect you to be so incompetent..."

Looking at the pale man in front of her, Zhuo Yuzhen's tone suddenly contained a hint of disdain and pity.

"Qiu Shuiqing is dead, Yan Nanfei is dead, and Du Shiqi is dead. People like you are born to be disasters. Whoever is closer to you will be closer to death..."

After saying this, Zhuo Yuzhen suddenly looked Fu Hongxue up deliberately, and then said: "Could it be that you still want to attack me now and kill your wife and the mother of your two children?"

She smiled cruelly: "I just want you to remember this. If you want to kill me, come over and do it now!"

Fu Hongxue suddenly rushed out and rushed into the darkness without looking back.

Looking at Fu Hongxue's back, a proud smile appeared on Zhuo Yuzhen's lips.

She knew she had won the bet.

She knew that Fu Hongxue would never take action against the mother of two children.

Miao Tianwang, Yan Nanfei, Qiu Shuiqing, the three of them are all famous figures in the world.

But now they all have only one name, and that is a dead man.

But she lives.

Maybe the plan failed, but she was still alive.

Only when people are alive can they have a future.

Right now she is in the future.

But before the smile on her lips grew, a man in white suddenly appeared not far away.

He stared at her coldly.

Zhuo Yuzhen's body seemed to become stiff at this moment.

She recognized him.

She thought she had escaped from his grasp, but the reality now cruelly defeated her remaining illusions.

She suddenly regretted it.

I regretted driving away Fu Hongxue too early.

As long as he was still there, she might still have a glimmer of hope.

But now it's too late...

……

Fu Hongxue ran aimlessly in the dark night.

There was no turning back.

Dark, despairing darkness.

Fu Hongxue ran wildly. He cannot stop being full, because if he stops, he will fall down.

He didn't think about anything because he couldn't. ——The Peacock Villa is occupied by others. Qiu Shuiqing’s life and death are uncertain. His only descendant is the bloodline carried in Zhuo Yuzhen’s belly.

—But now Zhuo Yuzhen is also dead.

And since she conspired with that group of people, she naturally conspired with that group of people.

After all, her swordsmanship is far better than that of Yang Wuji. This is definitely not a swordsmanship that ordinary women can learn!

——He was taking care of her wholeheartedly, protecting her, and even married her as his wife.

-He always thought that what he did was completely right, but now he realized how terrible what he did was.

Only now did he realize that what he had done earlier was a joke.

The woman he protected along the way was actually the murderer who killed his friend, Qiu Shuiqing's only descendant.

Yan Nanfei, whom he had regarded as a close friend, turned out to be the real culprit behind the scenes, and the person he hated was actually the only right person.

He is like a fool now, being manipulated by others.

It's too late now.

Unless a miracle occurs, the dead will never be resurrected.

He never believed in miracles.

So what else could he do now but run like a wild dog through the dark?

So what if I kill "her"?

He didn't dare to think about these things, and he couldn't think about them. His mind was gradually becoming chaotic, a kind of chaos that was almost crazy.

When he ran to exhaustion, he fell down. When he fell, he began to convulse and twitch.

The invisible whip began to whip him again and again. Now not only did the gods and demons from the supreme and underground want to punish him and make him suffer, but he himself also wanted to punish himself.

At least he can do this.

I do not know how long it has been?

Don't know where he is?

He vaguely felt as if he was lying in a dark alley, lying in a pile of sewers that exuded a foul smell.

Pedestrians passing by avoided him, and even the wild dogs digging for leftovers in the garbage showed no interest in him.

The stench emanating from his body is enough to make any person or animal avoid him.

Suddenly, a cold little hand touched his cheek.

……

There was silence in the hut.

Someone seemed to be talking outside the door, but the voice sounded very far away. Everything seemed vague and far away, even his own people seemed far away, but he was clearly here, here, cunning and stuffy. In a vulgar cabin.

What on earth is this place?

Whose cabin does it belong to?

He only remembered being taken into a narrow door before he fell unconscious.

The voices outside the door suddenly became louder. It's a man and a woman talking,

"Why don't you let me in?"

This is a man's voice.

"I said, not today, please come again another day."

Although the woman was begging, her attitude was very firm.

"Why not today?"

"Because...because I got my period today."

"Fuck your mother's fart."

The man suddenly became furious.

Fu Hongxue's whole body was as cold as ice, as if she had suddenly sunk into cold water, sinking to the bottom of the water.

He had opened his eyes and saw a familiar room.

He finally understood where he was.

Because not long ago, he was lying on this bed.

He thought of the woman wearing jasmine flowers on her head.

How did he get here?

Was he saved by her again?

He couldn't find a satisfactory answer to this question himself, and he didn't think about it anymore, because at this moment, a drunken man broke in.

As soon as he broke into the house, he saw Fu Hongxue lying on the bed.

"There is indeed a wild man hiding in your house!"

He stretched out his big hands like palms, as if he wanted to grab Bo Hongxue from the bed, but was blocked by the woman wearing the Lily flower.

She had rushed up, blocked the bed, and said loudly: "You are not allowed to touch him, he is sick."

The big man laughed and said, "It's hard for you to find a man, so why did you choose a sick man?"

The woman wearing Jasmine gritted her teeth and said: "What kind of man I find has nothing to do with you, please leave here!"

The big man looked at her with a strange expression: "There are so many things in the world. A bitch who spreads her legs and sells her will actually be sincere one day!"

She said loudly: "I am happy!"

The big man suddenly became furious again and said: "You would rather not earn my money but still accompany this pretty boy, right? I won't let you do that!"

With a strong force of his hand, he picked her up like an eagle grabbing a chick.

She didn't resist. Because she can neither resist nor resist, she has been used to being hurt by men for a long time.

As for Fu Hongxue, who was lying on the bed, he could only grit his teeth and silently watch the woman being insulted.

His injuries were more serious than he expected. He was so weak on the bed that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

And his knife was not in his hand.

After casually throwing the woman away, the big man still didn't stop. He reached out and grabbed Fu Hongxue on the bed.

"What's so good about such a pretty boy?"

The big man stretched out his hand and slapped Fu Hongxue's pale face, sneering and mocking.

"Let him go!"

But the woman wearing jasmine flowers behind her suddenly said loudly.

"You want me to let him go?"

The big man turned back and laughed.

"I asked you to let him go!"

The woman said firmly.

She even held a broken knife in her hand.

It was Fu Hongxue's knife, but it was currently held in the woman's hand, pointing tightly at the big man's back.

The big man saw the broken knife in the woman's hand, but laughed and said, "Do you dare to kill me with one knife?"

The woman wearing jasmine flowers on her hair still said firmly: "I want you to let him go!"

Her eyes were full of determination, and her hand holding the knife did not tremble.

She wasn't bluffing.

If the big man doesn't let go, she will really fight to the death.

The big man was tall and strong, with bulging muscles in his arms. He could easily grab a woman with just a slight movement.

But right now, he didn't dare to gamble because the broken knife was less than a foot away from the back of his heart.

At such a close range, even a small child could easily kill him.

"It's crazy, it's really crazy. A bitch would rather not make any money but pay to accompany a pretty boy!"

The big man let go.

There was a hint of fear hidden in his eyes.

Maybe he's dissatisfied, maybe he's unwilling.

Perhaps to hide his fear, he cursed before leaving.

After driving away the big man, the woman still held the broken knife tightly, gently stroked Fu Hongxue's pale cheek, and said softly: "Don't worry, I won't let others disturb you!"

Fu Hongxue still had her eyes closed.

The woman thought he was not awake.

Still whispering softly in his ear.

The sunlight outside the door was dazzling, and his face seemed to become transparent in the sunlight.

In this fresh, bright sunshine, what could a man like him do, and where else could he go?

He suddenly felt an indescribable fear in his heart.

What he fears is not others, but himself.

He is also afraid of the sun because he dare not face the bright sunshine.

Nor dare to face myself.

He passed out again.

PS: Take two days off.

The unit has a big event at the end of the year, and I will probably be busy all day long, so I probably won’t have time to update it then.

(End of this chapter)