Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

It's like the warm sunshine in winter, a quiet time.

"Slap." A drop of tears.

I seem to be able to hear the tear falling from my eyes and the voice falling in my heart.

Create a circle of ripples.

Wan Wan seemed to be kneeling and begging as before, her tears fell on the carpet drop by drop like broken beads, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only crimson marks on the carpet.

"Princess, don't, don't."

I raised my hand, as if I had trimmed the strands of hair that fell from the topknot, "Kill him before you can start a new life, such a person is not worth it."

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, it is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines.

However, if this person is Wan Ruo, I will not agree.

My resemblance, should be like me, get happiness and someone who cherishes her, not like Du Wenxuan, who treats her like this.

Not long after, Ling Xiu brought Du Wenxuan.

Du Wenxuan was still the same as before, with a calm expression.

But when he saw Wan Ruo who was kneeling in front of me begging, there was a trace of panic in his eyes.

He looked at me inexplicably.

I gave him a cold look, and then broke away from Wan Ruo who had been pulling my sleeve.

From the shelf of the gang, he took down the long sword that Hua Wuyan used to practice martial arts in the morning.

With a sound of "shua", I pulled the long sword out of the scabbard.

The sharpened long sword suddenly shone coldly.

Seeing me like this, she cried even more pitifully, knelt down and hugged my leg, "Princess, princess, don't want it, princess..."

Du Wenxuan looked at everything in front of him in horror, with fear in his eyes.

I said coldly, "I gave you a chance, but you refused to cherish it."

Seeing this, Du Wenxuan wanted to turn around and run away.

But he was held down by Ling Xiu beside him, unable to move.

How can Du Wenxuan, a frail scholar, compete with Ling Xiu, who has practiced martial arts for many years.

Du Wenxuan was still struggling, looking at me with horror in his eyes, "Princess, what are you doing?"

I sneered, "Since you don't want to cherish it, then what's the use of keeping you..."

Before I finished speaking, the long sword I held in my hand suddenly stabbed at Du Wenxuan's heart.

Useless people, why keep them, kill them.

I thought that as long as Du Wenxuan once, everything in Wanruo can start anew.

And all kinds of things with Du Wenxuan are just a nightmare.

When you wake up like a dream, everything is a new beginning.

"Puchi!" The sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the body.

But when I saw the scene in front of me, I let go of the hand holding the long sword, and looked at everything in front of me in disbelief.

"Like!!"

At the moment when I stabbed Du Wenxuan with my long sword, Wan Ruo who had been kneeling beside me suddenly got up and hugged Du Wenxuan.

That sword pierced through Wan Ruo's shoulder.

The blood flowed down the wound, it was hard to suppress, and it kept flowing out.

Wan Ruo's body was dyed red, that cloud blue plain brocade dress.

Everything was just in the blink of an eye. I looked at the scene in front of me, but I still couldn't believe it. I couldn't understand why.

"how so."

It was like falling into Du Wenxuan's arms, gradually sliding down.

Du Wenxuan suddenly knelt down to catch Wanruo who had slipped and hugged him in his arms.

I was shocked, hated, hurt, and hurt.

"Why is this so, why is this so." The tears in my eyes blurred my blood-stained body.

I questioned her over and over again, why is this so.

Du Wen