A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

Looking down, Bao Jinghan took another deep look at the few people lying on the ground.

She couldn't tell what kind of mood she was in at the moment.It can only be said that it was a mess, a mess in her heart, and a mess in her mind, but she stubbornly wanted to remember these people.In any case, this person's life is in her hands. Even though she knows that things like this may happen more and more as she goes forward, she still firmly remembers those faces.That is because of her burden——

Looking at Bao Jinghan who suddenly lowered his eyelids, as if trying to avoid him, Ivan's eyes flickered slightly, and the obscure eyes flickered.He clenched his fists tightly, the palm seemed to still have the touch of softness just now, and the eyelashes of her small brush, brushed lightly, made her trembling ****.

For him, she may be a piece of pure land in his heart.

In his world, she is like a lotus, with a clear distinction between love and hate, and even hate is so principled.Even though his hands were stained with blood and his clothes were stained with dark red marks, he was still alone with somewhere in his heart.

But it was also him who, step by step, directly or indirectly, pushed her into the same world as him.

Although Ivan didn't understand what she just muttered silently, the way she looked at him just now gave him a sense of panic.He was afraid, afraid that the secret that was about to be hidden would not take long to cover up, and that she would know the history of the matter and break the last bit of connection between the two of them. <, directly turned off the switch on the wall.

The lights went out.

The brightly lit hall fell into darkness again.

Bao Jinghan was startled, squinted his eyes, adapted to the darkness, and raised his head to look in the direction where the two were standing.

In the darkness, two slender and handsome figures stood on the left and right of the hall door, neither of them moved a bit.

Looking at them, Bao Jinghan also stood up slowly.

The three formed a triangular structure, facing each other and looking at each other, but no one spoke.If it weren't for the wounds on her body, she would use the bursts of dull pain to remind her of the reality of all this, and the silence at this moment would definitely give her an illusion of unreality.

until--

"When I was six years old, the Patriarch gave me my first mission. He told me that between me and that person, there was only one person to live. At the end of the mission, I survived, but I didn't remember that person I know that if I remember it, I will definitely not be able to do it in the future. So every time after that, I treat him as him, just thinking that death is the same anyway, if I don’t remember, maybe It's a good thing..."

Terenct's casual tone, faint, as if talking and laughing.

But Bao Jinghan could understand that Terenct was talking about his first harvest of human life when he was a child.

... Anyway, death looks the same?

A few understated words summed up his definition of killing.But between the lines, there is an indescribable desolation.It also allowed her to see his growth through these.Since he was a child, he had to choose between killing and being killed. Along the way, how many lives fell into his hands?For him, those people are just tasks, just habits, and just life.

And this kind of life...

"You still have one last chance now. You can choose to quit. I can help you take out the Bo family, but how long it lasts depends on you."

Staring at her with bewitching eyes, Terenct smiled and asked her the last multiple-choice question.

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