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Chapter 132 She Lost Her Heart (1)
Just like Jiang Xiachu's hands, born to torture Zuo Cheng, pushed away his hand holding the bowl: "Zuo Cheng, you are always forcing me."

"You are forcing me." Putting the spoon close to her lips, his hands trembled slightly, his tone was cold and stiff, "I said, don't use yourself to punish me, open your mouth."

It was the first time for a man who had given orders to his woman for more than 20 years. He was not used to it, was unnatural, and even had a hint of flattering softness.

Jiang Xiachu lowered her eyes, turning a blind eye.

"Open your mouth." He repeated coldly, and his tone became colder.

She turned her eyes, and her movements were slow, but she pushed Zuo Cheng's hand away with all her strength.

"boom--"

The bowl was broken on the ground, the ground was in a mess, the back of Zuocheng's hand was hot red, and the gloomy haze rolled up in the eyes, almost roaring: "Jiang Xia Chu!"

Zuo Cheng always likes to call her Xia Chu in a low voice, so that she has both names and surnames, with a repressed and helpless viciousness, so that Jiang Xia Chu is a little strange and flustered for no reason.

Zuo Cheng's face was cold and his eyes were burning.

He is angry!
Few people have the ability to make this man angry, because they dare not.Jiang Xiachu is probably the only one who is so blatant.

It was still an innocuous look, that kind of peace, which made people want to tear it up, and with a slight smile: "Are you angry? Can't you bear it?" She moved closer, very close to Zuocheng, her breath was cool, "If you can't cut off my tongue and my hands and feet, then leave me alone."

If he is willing, he will do it, this woman who is about to drive her crazy!

She didn't question him, didn't listen to his excuses, and didn't even accuse him. In this way, she convicted him.

Cutting off people's hands and feet, cutting off people's tongues, Zuo Cheng couldn't remember how many times he had done it, but it was the first time he discovered that it was so unforgivable because Jiang Xiachu couldn't bear it.

He was extremely angry, his beautiful face was cold, it could be seen that he was trying to bear it, and there was a kind of repressed concentration in his voice: "Is that why you can't bear it?"

She didn't hesitate for a second, and blurted out: "Yes, I can't bear it, just thinking about it will make me feel sick, and even if I close my eyes, I will be stumped and broken. No matter how hard I try, I won't be able to feel at ease like you."

At the beginning of Jiang Xia, it seems that he only feels at ease with Zuo Cheng?

As everyone knows, this man, no matter how cruel, cold, and hard his heart is, there will be holes.

Indifference, despair, pain, and indifference appear in Zuo Cheng's eyes, like hallucinations, and the light and shadow like mirror flowers and water moon make people feel that they have misread just now.

The invincible toughness that he has stuck to for more than 20 years has ruined this woman to pieces.

Suddenly, he sneered, his beauty was like a poppy that bloomed at night, and it was breathtaking: "Then what should I do? Your morality of killing people for life has no effect on me, so what are you going to do?"

What should he do?Can you love her less?Can you pamper her a little more?Can you give up the living conditions?Can she kill and pay for her life like she thought?

He couldn't do all of this?What should I do?
Jiang Xiachu, why don't you give me some leeway?

Zuo Cheng's eyes were burning like fireworks, extremely beautiful, but also extremely dangerous, Jiang Xiachu backed away unknowingly, and staggered his gaze: "Zuo Cheng, I can never do anything to you, it is you who reversed the roles."

"No, early Xia, you can, just like now." Zuo Cheng grabbed her by the shoulders, preventing her from retreating, the cyan veins on the white fingertips were faintly visible, and all the suppressed emotions seemed to have found a breakthrough, " You have condemned me, how long is the time limit? In the end, how long will it take, how long will you torture me like this, tell me."

He didn't know that when such a man who was always taciturn and indifferent became hysterical, he would become so violent and irresistible, with a kind of soul-stirring beauty.

Burning pain in the shoulder blades, the bottom of my heart has obviously been messed up by Zuo Cheng, the perception of whether it is soreness or pain is only in the heart, no eyebrows, still stubborn and arrogant: "Who has so much ability to convict you Zuo Cheng. "

That ability depends on who Zuo Cheng is willing to give it to.

There is only one person in this world, and at this moment, in Zuo Cheng's eyes, Jiang Xiachu's appearance is deeply reflected, he said, so decisively that there is no doubt: "Yes, Jiang Xiachu, you You know, you always have."

She was silent, in short, no one can refuse what Zuocheng wants to give.

After a while, she asked, "So?"

She wanted to say, this man, even if he gave someone the right to convict, how would he dare?She didn't dare, because she could never predict what this crazy man would do next?

Facing Shang Zuo Cheng, he was not careful enough, what he did was always beyond human tolerance.

She is getting to know this man more and more, this unfathomable man.

She looked at him and waited for his reply. He stared at her, his deep eyes seemed to suck people in, and said: "Secularity, morality, and natural principles are useless to me. I killed someone in Zuocheng, and the law You can't do anything to me."

That's true, not arrogant, he has such capital.

Jiang Xiachu looked at Zuocheng irrefutably, his tone paused, as if he was whispering: "But, Xiachu, I will give you that right."

Jiang Xiachu was stunned for a moment, in a trance, and in such a trance, there was a small golden dagger in his hand, and Zuo Cheng, holding her hand, slowly pulled out the dagger.

"If it's you, I'll accept killing for life." As soon as he said that, he held Jiang Xiachu's hand and pulled it towards his heart.

His hands are extremely beautiful, probably because of holding a gun all year round, there are tiny calluses on the palm.

Jiang Xiachu backed away abruptly, without any thought, an inexplicable conditioned reflex, she turned pale in panic: "What are you doing?"

Zuo Cheng's hand was holding hers, which was cool, and her hand was a dagger, which was also cool.

That small dagger was given to her by Zuo Cheng. At that time, when he gave it to her, he said: Xia Chu, if one day you can't bear it anymore, use it.

Jiang Xiachu kept it under her pillow. It turned out that this dagger was not Zuo Cheng's weapon, but her own.

Whether such a man is arrogant or paranoid, he actually prepared a dead end for himself.

Now, that road is just a matter of her mind.

However, apart from being blank and trembling, she was at a loss at all: "Do you want me to do it?"

Her voice was trembling, she was terrified, she looked at Zuo Cheng, she didn't know what she was afraid of, but she was terribly scared anyway.

He took her other hand, holding the dagger, facing the position of the heart, every movement was determined so that there was no chance for anyone to refuse, the lips were so beautiful that it broke the heart: "If I want to die, I will just die." I can die in your hands, Xia Chu, only you can, I only give you one chance, if you kill me, I am willing, if you can't kill me, from now on, the man around you will always be me Zuocheng. "

(End of this chapter)