The trump card against the heavenly concubine

Chapter 362 [Using wine to relieve sorrow and make sorrow worse] 02
"If we are going to die, we will die together! Even if I die, I will drag you to be buried with me." Huang Yuezhen said with difficulty, a weak smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. use force.

"." Nansheng Guyao looked at her resolute and powerless smile, as if, really, as she said, she hated him.

She would rather kill him, or die herself, than submit to her and be his woman peacefully.

The disgust in her eyes and that smile made Nan Sheng Gu Yao feel more hurtful and uncomfortable than the knife piercing her chest in her hand.

The pain in Nansheng Guyao's heart was slowly increasing, she ruthlessly clenched the dagger hand without letting go, just like he didn't let go of her neck.

The bright and dazzling blood red dyed Nan Sheng Gu Yao's blue and white robe a lot red in a short while, and a blood flower bloomed on it, which was extremely dazzling but very scarlet.

Huang Yuezhen didn't feel any better either, her face was already pale without any blood color, her pink lips also lost color at this moment, her whole body was as fragile as a piece of white paper.

Even if Huang Yuezhen was about to die, she would not let go of the dagger. She felt that her brain was getting more and more chaotic, and her strength was getting weaker and weaker.

Even if it is death, she will hold Nan Sheng Gu Yao on her back, even if it is death, she will die together.

Both of them have their own arrogance, and if one doesn't let go, even if it is death, he doesn't want to admit defeat, and he doesn't want to be more embarrassing than the other.

Sometimes, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing for both of them to be so stubborn and stubborn.

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"Juechen, stop drinking, you've already drank so much. Are you trying to get drunk to death?" Qian Yi looked at the flagon in front of Feng Juechen, whom he had already drained three or four pots, and shook his head helplessly. , the tone was a bit fierce, and he quickly reached out his hand to stop him.

Feng Juechen glanced at him lazily, his eyes were a little drunk, he stretched out his hand and snatched back the jug from Qian Yi's hand, "Qian Yi, don't make trouble, sit down and drink with me."

"That's right, Brother Juechen, you've already drank so much, so don't drink it. What's wrong with you? Suddenly remembered drinking so much wine?" Lefeng also helped to persuade Feng Juechen.

The two looked at each other and didn't know what happened. They only knew that Feng Juechen took a jug of wine and sat aside to drink it. After the two of them settled the matter, he drank three or four jugs of wine.

"Leave me alone. I want to drink, give me a drink, I'm upset." Feng Juechen squinted his eyes, and his handsome and extraordinary face was flushed from drinking.

"When I get drunk, I can not think about anything, and I won't be upset. Here, here, I won't feel uncomfortable." Feng Juechen stretched out his finger and pointed to his heart.

Here, it's really irritating and chaotic. Now that things have reached this point, he really doesn't know what to do.

Qian Yi snatched the jug over, "Don't drink it. If you are upset, you can't drink anymore. If you cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow even more. It will be even more worrying to use wine to pour your sorrows away. If you continue to drink like this, you will only be more upset."

"Jiechen, why don't you tell me what happened with Lefeng? Didn't you all feel good yesterday? Did that Kisaragi bother you again?" Come and hide quickly.

(End of this chapter)