The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

"You succeeded." After a long time, her cold voice came: "You succeeded in making me admire you and let you stay in my heart for a few days, but it's a pity that I don't have any joy when I think of you. I just feel disgusted and disgusted, you know? Dreaming about you is the worst nightmare of my life."

Being skinned and heart gouged out was nothing more than that. Long Junao saw himself taking out his heart and showing it to Mo Zhuyue. However, she was so merciful that she didn't even look at him and threw his heart in the While feeding the dog, the bloody scene.

Long Junao smiled wryly, he found all of this by himself, and he deserved it.

However, he smiled willingly.

"Yue'er, as long as I'm still in your heart, even if I'm hated by you, I'll be happy. In this way, you will remember me deeply."

Mo Zhuyue gave her a disdainful look, and sneered at the corner of her mouth: "Unfortunately, I won't remember a dead person."

This sentence is to kill Long Junao.

Long Junao seemed to have already guessed the result. However, when she said it personally, he still had difficulty stopping his breathing, as if someone had stabbed him deeply in the heart.

"Yue'er, the bond between hearts cannot be broken, even if you kill me, I will still be in your heart."

However, Mo Zhuyue curled her lips coldly: "Are you sure?"

Looking at her icy eyes, Long Junao's heart was suffocated, as if a big stone was pressing on his chest, and the things that were originally certain suddenly became uncertain.

Long Junao looked into her cold eyes, still absent-minded.

However, at the moment when he lost his mind, Mo Zhuyue had come to his side at a fast speed, like a ghost, her catkin rested on the position of his chest and heart, and sneered at him: "Since you If you love me so much, then, give me your heart, how about it."

As she said that, Mo Zhuyue thrust her hand hard, and immediately, her hand pierced into his heart like a sharp knife, and blood flowed down her hand from his chest.

Long Junao knew that he wanted to hide, but he might not be able to hide, but he struggled for a while, but seeing the hatred in her eyes and her ruthlessness, he forgot to struggle, and he didn't want to struggle at all. .

He could feel that her little hand was on his heart, and his heart had already been grasped by him. As long as she exerted strength, his heart could be uprooted by her.

However, he smiled.

At least, he is willing to have his heart.

"Take it, here it is."

He said it willingly, with a very bright smile on the corner of his mouth.

This made Mo Zhuyue dazed for a moment, and the next moment, she understood his thoughts, but she smiled bloodthirstyly, "Sorry, I'm not interested in your heart."

She took out her bloody hand, but didn't take out his heart, because she felt sick.

A palm directly shook his heart, Long Junao was shaken a long way, his body drifted out, and fell into the bottomless lake.

His eyes were full of unwillingness, the corners of his mouth and heart were bleeding, the figure floating in the air was still obsessed with looking at the figure that deeply fascinated him...

Suddenly, something fell out of his sleeve, his eyes changed, and he wanted to grab it, but Mo Zhuyue flew past him and grabbed the thing in his hand...