The Proud Ugly Girl's Addicted Foolish Husband

Chapter 110 A Trace of Frustration (1)
After Yifeng left, Yun Shang lifted up his sleeve and looked at the silver bracelet with two bells strung with some patterns on his wrist with a somewhat complicated expression. The right hand without the silver bracelet touched the bracelet on the left hand, and then tightly closed the eyes under the mask, letting the hair blow with the breeze.

The autumn wind blows, the black hair dances lightly, the thick black clouds are thick, the thunder is muffled, the rain is pattering, and the sky is getting darker.

Let those past events that make it hard for me to breathe, diffuse with the wind, wash and rinse with the rain, and so on, as if this can relieve the pain and depression that I need to bear.

Dreaming back at midnight, the sky was full of blood, wrapping and trapping him heavily, almost making him suffocate, no matter what he couldn't break out of the cage.How could he not hate him.At this point, Yun Shang's eyes were instantly stained with ice, as if no amount of temperature could melt them away.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the accompanying dots were crystal clear, and the rain changed from a drizzle to a downpour.

Yifeng and Yiling, who just came over, looked at the cold and lonely but tall figure, but their footsteps that wanted to step forward were stopped by the blunt and cold "let me be quiet".

Yifeng and Yiling looked at each other, they saw doubts in their eyes, they didn't understand why the master was like this, was it because of that woman who didn't appreciate anyone at all?The initial affection for that woman fell to the lowest point in an instant, and there was a faint urge to sharpen his sword. It was really abominable to make their godlike master suffer so much.

I can't wait to walk up to that woman right now, dig out her heart, and see what's inside.

The right hand rubbed against the silver object in the left hand, and the water droplets around the silver object seemed to be frozen.

'When' a slightly hoarse note was sung under the silver bell, as if it was the last desire for life, and it seemed to be shouting, unwilling to disappear in this world so lifelessly.

Yun Shang was stunned, thinking of that pure and clear spirit, looking at him with joy and enthusiasm on his brows, the thin and mentally incomplete man, let go of his right hand somewhat dejectedly, with a hint of frustration clearly flashing in his eyes.

'Ding Dong, Ding Dong' the crisp bell rang again, and there was a joyful sound, carrying the joy of new life.

Looking down at the silver childish bracelet on his hand, Yun Shang's eyes flashed self-mockery.How many times can I kill him, and how many times have I let him go, telling myself that he is innocent, or that being so stupid now is punishment, is it enough?But I always feel sad that the level in my heart is not enough!

But I still missed the chance to kill him three times and five times. Could it be that I still want to wait for him to wake up and compete with me?In fact, I already had the answer in my heart, I couldn't do anything to him at all, if he hadn't died so early in the battle eight years ago, he wouldn't have become a fool, and he wouldn't have had the chance to meet that woman now.

His eyes were stained with bloodthirsty frost again, bloody swords shot out from his pupils, and the rain around him also froze around his body with Yun Shang's gradually lowering air pressure, making Yun Shang's figure blurry.

Yifeng and Yiling opened their pupils wide and looked at this scene in surprise. Although the master is always cold, they have never seen the master's emotions leak out like this, and even they who are far away can feel it. When the cold air soaked into the body, I shivered a few times, and then retreated a little distance.

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In Qianlin Temple, in the plum garden, there is nothing on the plum trees, still proudly independent in the bleak autumn wind, unyielding despite the ravages of wind and frost.

(End of this chapter)