Blood marriage, the gentleness of the mysterious evil monarch

Qian Diewu was very puzzled when she learned that Jimo Wuxuan was going to meet her in the study, although she followed Mr. Xu, she wanted to clarify the matter on the way.

"Mr. Xu, why did the castle master suddenly want to see me? Is there something urgent?"

From her understanding, Jimo Wuxuan would not meet her in the study unless there was something important, and that study was an important place, she was seriously suspected of being an undercover agent, so it stands to reason that Jimo Wuxuan shouldn't let her go to the study? 13acv.

why?

I really can't figure it out.

"Ma'am, you'll know when you get there." Manager Xu didn't make it clear, but just led the way in front, acting very calm, without panic at all.

Qian Diewu knew that if Mr. Xu didn't say anything, it would be useless for her to ask any more, so she stopped asking and followed him to the study, but just as soon as she stepped into the study, she felt that the atmosphere inside was not right, lifeless.

In her impression, the study room should be icy and cold, because there is a cold person like Jimo Wuxuan, but at this moment, she doesn't feel cold at all, but dead.

Jimo Wuming sat on the edge of the bed worriedly, his eyes were on Jimo Wuxuan all the time, he was afraid that if he looked away, it would be the last time he saw his brother, so he didn't look away easily, until Qian Diewu came, he just slightly He raised his head and looked at her. The expression on his face was very complicated, and it was obvious at a glance that his mood was also very complicated.

The woman in front of him may have something to do with poisoning, but she is also the woman that the eldest brother likes. What kind of mentality should he face her now?

If the eldest brother is dead, should he regard this woman as an enemy?

Seeing Jimo Wuming's complicated eyes, which implied both helplessness and anger, as well as a trace of hatred, Qian Diewu was a little startled, and asked softly: "Wuming, what's wrong with you?"

After asking, I found the person lying on the bed. He hurried over and took a closer look. When he saw Jimo Wuxuan's blackened face, he sat down on the side of the bed in fright, and asked in surprise, "Wuming, what are you doing?" What happened to him, big brother?"

"Brother is poisoned." Jimo Wuming replied sadly, stopped looking at Qian Diewu, turned his gaze back to Jimo Wuxuan, sighed helplessly, and said to himself in his heart: No matter, elder brother likes this Women, as long as the eldest brother likes it.

"Poisoning, how can you be poisoned? Didn't you say that the security of Mo Castle is very strict, why can people be poisoned so easily?"

"I will definitely find out about this, find out the person who poisoned him, and cut him into pieces." Jimo Wuming clenched his right palm tightly, and the knuckles of his fingers made a crackling sound, his whole body exuded murderous aura and anger Very Sheng.

"What kind of poison did you get, and where is the antidote? Have you seen the people from Shennong Medical Village?" Qian Diewu asked persistently, with a hint of concern in her tone, but she concealed it very well.

"There is no antidote for the deadly poison that has been lost in the rivers and lakes. Jiang Xuan has given elder brother medicine and injections, but at most he can last for a day. If there is no antidote after one day..."

At this time, Jimo Wuming opened his eyes, saw Qian Diewu, and said with a sneer: "You should be very happy to see me like this."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Qian Diewu to reply, he made a gesture and said in a cold and low voice: "Wuming, you step back first, I will be alone with her for a while."

"Brother..." Jimo Wuming cast a worried look at Qian Diewu, he really didn't want her to be left alone, after all, she might be the one who poisoned him.

Qian Diewu felt Jimo Wuming's suspicion of her, swallowed the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach, and endured it.

Anyway, everyone in Mo Castle doubts her identity, and it is normal for people to look at her with such eyes, why bother to think too much, so as not to increase troubles in vain?

Jimo Wuxuan was very persistent, and ordered again, "Back off."

"Well, I'll be on guard outside. If there's anything else, just call me." Jimo Wuming couldn't help it, so he had to stand up, and before leaving, he looked at Qian Diewu one more time with deep eyes, and then left.

Manager Xu also went out afterwards, and waited outside together.

In the room, only Qiandiewu and Jimo Wuxuan were left.Butterfly has to get rid of it in the room.

Qian Diewu looked at Jimo Wuxuan who was covered in black, hesitated for a moment, then took his hand, looked at it, then put it down gently, and said seriously: "The poison in you is very poisonous. If he was poisoned by this poison, he might have died on the spot."

Jimo Wuxuan sneered indifferently, he didn't want to talk about poisoning, and continued the topic just now, "You must be very happy to see me like this, right?"

"Do you see that I look happy?" She asked back angrily, staring at him coldly, muttering in her heart: I'm already half dead, and I still have the mood to tease her, damn it.

"I can't figure out your heart, and I don't know your real thoughts in many cases, so I can't tell if you are happy now, but I guess, you are probably happy. I treat you like this, and now there is such a In the end, you will be happy when you see it, and that is also a reasonable thing."

"Does everyone talk a lot when they are about to die, especially those emotional words?" It was the first time she heard such words from his mouth, maybe this is "When a person is about to die, his words are also kind." 'Bar.

"Then can't you show a good face to a dying person?"

"Because I'm sure you won't die."

"What I am suffering from is the black poison that has been lost for a long time in the Jianghu. There is no cure. I can survive until now only by relying on my deep internal strength and Jiang Xuan's medicine and needles. I know this very well. Death is already inevitable. "

Jimo Wuxuan said frankly, Qian Diewu no longer hides the words in his heart, and says what he wants to say, "Although I hate you very much, I am very angry with you, and want to beat you up, but I never I never thought of killing you, and thinking about it carefully, I can’t blame you for everything, some of it is my own fault. Before I married you, I already knew that you were a eccentric and extremely difficult person. Knowing that you are such a person, but I demand too much from you, it is indeed asking for guilt, after all, I blame me for being too self-centered and not thinking too much from your standpoint."

"Do you hate me?" Jimo Wuxuan smiled wryly, after hearing so much from Qian Diewu, he was only impressed by her first sentence.

When he heard her say that he hated him, he felt as if he had been stabbed by a knife in his heart, which was very painful.

"You always bully me, why don't I hate you?" She asked angrily, but in the frank conversation, the anger towards him also faded away.

"After I die, no one will bully you again."

"I told you you wouldn't die."

He responded with a sneer, did not believe what she said, pointed to the desk not far away, and said with difficulty: "Go and bring me the pen and paper."

"What do you want pen and paper for?" Although she asked doubtfully, she had already stood up to fetch pen, ink and paper for him, spread the paper on the bed, then helped him up, and gave him the pen.

Jimo Wuxuan exhausted his strength to hold the pen, and slowly wrote on the paper. The first character was 'Xiu', and the second character was 'Book'. The two characters were written crookedly, but clearly ——Resignation letter.

Qian Diewu understood and was very surprised, but she didn't stop him, let him write, and asked suspiciously: "Do you want to write a divorce letter?"

Is he going to divorce her?

Well, with this letter of divorce, she can leave this ghostly place.

"I am a dying person. You are still young, so you don't have to be my widow for the rest of your life."

"It's up to you, you can do whatever you want, anyway, you are the boss here, you decide."

"From now on, you are no longer my Jimo Wuxuan's wife, nor the eldest lady of Mo Castle. Don't worry, I will ask Wuming to give you a sum of money, so that you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life." Jimo Wuxuan handed the letter of divorce to Qian Diewu, but he was not very willing to give it to her, and his contradictory heart made him very uncomfortable.

Qian Diewu accepted the letter of divorce unceremoniously, and took a look at it. Although there was only two words of "signature of divorce" written on it, which was ugly, but it was enough. After confirming that it was correct, put the letter of divorce Into his arms, thank you softly, "Thank you!"

Hearing the word "thank you", he felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, and his body also felt uncomfortable. Black blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the bedding, but he didn't care. He wiped off the black blood with his hands and endured the pain in his heart.

Seeing black blood pouring out of his mouth, she was panicked and anxious, and quickly put him down, "Hey, how are you, does it matter?"

He frowned displeasedly, and asked coldly: "You called me 'Hi' again, is it so difficult to call me by my name?"

"What time is it, you are still thinking about these things, you really don't change your mind."

"I care about this very much. You and Mo Feiyu just called him by his name when you met him. Why don't you call me by my name?"

"Who told you to always bully me and doubt me, but it's not your fault. After all, everyone in Mo Castle is suspicious of me. Jimo Wuxuan, sometimes I really feel like you are a child. Don't forget, you are Jimo Wuxuan, the Great Lord of Mo Castle, what do you look like when you care about this kind of thing?"

"Is it because I am the master of Mo Castle that I can't care about these trivial things? Let me tell you, as long as it is something that Jimo Wuxuan cares about, no matter how big or small, I will care about it to the end." Jimo Wuxuan was very strong He retorted, and then ordered sternly, "Call me by my name."

Qian Diewu was very speechless, so she persuaded him, "Okay, you have been poisoned and your body is very weak, you should take a good rest, no matter big or small, we will worry about it after you recover, okay?"

He refused, and insisted on haggling at this time, "No, call me by my name, so that I will die with less regret."

"I told you you won't die." She strongly emphasized that she scanned the study and found a golden sword hanging on the wall. Sword body, and then walked back.

Seeing her walking towards him with a sword, he was shocked. He was not afraid of dying in her hands, but he felt very uncomfortable, and asked with a wry smile: "Why do you hate me, do you have to kill me yourself?"

Jimo Wuxuan thought that Qian Diewu took the sword to kill him, but he didn't shout, so as not to let the people outside know what happened in the house.

He really wanted to know, to what extent did she hate him?

Qian Diewu took the sword and came to the bedside, stood still, waving the sword in her hand, threatening Jimo Wuxuan, "How about it, are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, but I want to die to understand who you are and who sent you here?" At this moment, he had to believe that she was a hidden stake.

It was just this fact that made him feel extremely chilled.Why is she a hidden pile?

"No one sent me, do you believe this answer?" She continued to shake the golden sword, still threatening him.

This guy is very weak, and when he is poisoned and unable to resist, she has to teach him a lesson, otherwise there will be no such shop after passing this village, and it will be as difficult as going to heaven to teach him a lesson in the future.

"Do you think anyone will believe you when you look like this?" He didn't answer, but asked more carefully, "Who the hell are you, did you poison, and who is the instigator behind you? Why do you need the entire Mo Castle?"

Hearing these questions, Qian Diewu became furious, pointing at Jimo Wuxuan with a sword and yelling, "Jimo Wuxuan, you are really indebted, do you know that? You can cover me up with no evidence or evidence. The crime, you want me to jump into the Yellow River, but you can’t be cleared? Let me tell you, grandma, my name is Qian Diewu, I did not inflict the poison, and there is no messenger behind me. As for who wants your Mo Castle, I don’t know , and I'm not interested in knowing. You annoying guy, you bullied me again and again, especially that night...you..."

Jimo Wuxuan looked at the woman in front of him in surprise, and saw her courage to scold Xia Houhuang back then.

She is really a woman with deep eyes, but her appearance is very cute, it's a pity...

"You, you, you, listen to me clearly. From the beginning to the end, I am no one's person. I am just myself, not anyone's hidden stake. Also, in the future, change your bad temper. Few people in this world can I can bear you. If I hadn’t been able to bear it in my heart, I might have died of depression long ago, or I was forced to hang myself by you.”

"Haven't you already committed suicide?" He retorted confidently, puzzled by what she was doing at this time.

She should have taken the sword to kill him, why didn't she do it so long, and he couldn't feel the murderous aura in her?

Until he died, he still couldn't guess this woman.

"Then...that time doesn't count, you hurt me that time." Qian Diewu stammered a little, showing that she was guilty.

Jimo Wuxuan smiled coldly, without further arguing with her, he said indifferently: "Let's do it."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and waited for her to end his life with a sword.Anyway, he was poisoned and would die without a doubt. Rather than let Wuming Namo Castle go to change the antidote for him at the end, it would be better to deal with himself as soon as possible.

"Just do it, do you think I'm afraid?" Qian Diewu said very airily, raised the sword, glanced at the person lying on the bed, then put the sword on the palm of her left hand, stroked lightly, There was a bloodstain on the palm of his hand.