Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 665 I can't give you what you want... even if it's irrelevant to love
He turned all his lingering thoughts and thoughts towards Mo Xiaoqi into hatred like a ghost, supporting him to live for so many years.

In this life, his only thought of surviving was to catch Xia Shang and torture him to death for the rest of his life.

However, at this moment, it seems that God treats him well.

His little Qi is still there, and this world can be less obscure.

There can also be sunshine, rain and dew, and the breath of life.

However, he would never let go of anyone who made him suffer.

An Qiyue caught a familiar coldness from Shura's eyes, and she smiled indifferently, "Sura, I can't give you what you want, whether it's in the last life or this life, even if it's not about love. "

Shura didn't take An Qiyue's words to heart, his tone was light and soft like willows blowing on his face.

He said: "Right now, I have thousands of ways for you to give! So, don't try to threaten me with death this time. Because, if you dare to die, I will let the people who love you, the people you care about, all Funeral!"

An Qiyue felt a dull pain in her heart for no reason, the cold halo in her eyes gradually dissipated, and her pupils seemed infinitely hollow, without focus.

She hardly wanted to refute Shura's reasons or excuses. He was like a nine-headed monster in a mythological drama. When he shot her to death, he didn't even blink, let alone treat others.

In An Qiyue's heart, every word that Shura said made her very sure, he was definitely not just talking casually.

Every word of his is like a poisonous thorn stabbing her throat, always pinching the valve of her life and the valve she cares about.

Both Chang Qing and Xia Zhishui are in his hands, what can she do?

It seems that she is the most powerless except to wait and see what happens.

She pondered for a moment, and the empty expression gradually faded, "Actually, it's ridiculous to say. I never dreamed that the first night of our wedding would not be with the man I love, but with you. In the same room, together."

Shura looked at the girl's eyebrows and eyes, and a smile melted at the corner of her mouth, which was an enviable sense of satisfaction.

He became a little jealous for a while, why was he the only one who was tortured after she died?

From her face, he couldn't see any joy after reunion after a long absence, or even a little bit of master-student affection, but only the indifference of meeting by chance, almost routine alienation.

Shura's black and blue eyes were deeply squinted, and there were a few imperceptible thin smiles in his voice, "Newly married? The man you love the most? Are you sure that Ji Wuye, who is trembling every time the emperor stomps his foot, is that?" The man you love the most?"

An Qiyue looked at the playful expression in his eyes, and suddenly burst out laughing. She raised her eyebrows and said, "It's funny?"

Of course Xiu Luo found it funny, the girl who loved Xia Shang desperately back then, now came to tell him that she was married to a man who was not Xia Shang, and she still loved him very much.

Isn't that funny?
The scene of her and Xia Shang vowing to be unshakable until the death was just over seven years ago, and he will never forget it.

Therefore, Shura subconsciously felt that there was something wrong with An Qiyue.

He looked at the smile on the corner of her mouth, with a hint of sarcasm, and raised his eyebrows, "You...have you forgotten Xia Shang? Even I don't remember clearly, so you said you fell in love with her." When it's another man, can you speak so confidently?"

An Qiyue blinked her eyelashes to cover up the panic and uneasiness in her heart, "You have been busy all these years, you can read minds."

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