Traps Of Love

Cold bullets, through the flesh and blood, hit the arm of the palace Mo, blood splashing!

However, he seems to feel no pain at all. His soft and affectionate narrow eyes are staring at her with a warm smile and saying, "Xiaoya, you are worried about me."

Mi Xiaoya is stunned and heartbroken.

to what extent does a person have to be lonely and to what extent do they love each other to spy on each other's feelings in such a crazy way?!

Tassel, what kind of love seeds did you plant in his heart in those years, making him what he is now.

Such a noble and elegant man, who looks like a spring breeze, is now crazily holding a gun in front of his eyes and chiseling out blood holes in his body, only to find a part of emotional fluctuation in her eyes.

"Stop, you can't change anything by doing this, it will only hurt yourself -"

Mi Xiaoya's voice is shaking, she can't afford what he wants.

He won't care, she can't let him find out.

Her voice is hoarse and hurt. From childhood to adulthood, she has never tried to let others down, but Gong Mo wants to make her heart ache, let her bear this huge sense of guilt, and let her struggle in conscience and feelings.

He is the most terrible demagogue and the devil,

however, he is so gentle and affectionate that she even lost the courage to blame him.

"Stop it! Don't you feel pain? "

"Please, stop, will you?"

Palace Mo's face covered with gentle pale, he laughed, "Xiaoya, you and tassel are not the same."

"You'll love me because I hurt, won't you?"

"I like the way you look at me at the moment, which makes me --"

he slowly droops his eyes. His beautiful face is actually a gentle smile immersed in happiness. "It's good that I'm not so lonely anymore."

Bang!

Another shot, continuous hit on the arm, without hesitation, the bullet hit the arm, his body did not even shake, only blood!

Dazzling, scarlet blood, splashing, the whole room is his bloody dangerous smell.

"Gongmo! You are crazy Mi Xiaoya rushed up, anxious to red eyes.

How can someone love so much? Does he really have no pain at all?

"Xiaoya, I have just told you two stories about 103 star moon Bodhi beads. One is about the original intention of learning musical instruments, and the other is about how fringes cure my stuttering."

His voice and mu, and with a deep hoarse, beautiful Phoenix eyes are clearly smiling, but there is a looming mist,

dense in his dark jade eyes, like cage smoke yarn, people can not see through his heart, can only feel his sadness and loneliness.

"Xiaoya, now I use my body to tell you the story of the third star moon Bodhi pearl."

The black gun, the determined damage and the dazzling blood make Mi Xiaoya's heart nearly collapse. She can't continue to watch him "force" her like this.

"I don't want to hear it!"

She rushed to him and grasped his hand holding the gun tightly. The cold touch made her feel frightened and distressed.

"Gongmo, I've never seen such a jerk as you!" Mi Xiaoya is biting her lips stubbornly, and her eyes are hard to hide her concern.

Don't love, don't mean, she can be indifferent, looking at him in front of the scar of determination!

She was so upset that she had to stop him in the same stupid way.

Clench his bleeding arm, let his blood flow to her fingers, her heart seems to have been pierced a hole, with the same blood.

Mi Xiaoya stares at his black jade phoenix eyes stubbornly and says with the coldest words,

"Gong Mo, that's enough!"

"In this extremely stupid way, just to test my conscience, do you want me to pity you?"

Please, stop.

Don't let her because of the conscience torture in the bottom of her heart, and really put into such a you.

She didn't want to and couldn't let Azer down.

If doomed, can't be together, then at least, please let go.

Such a stubborn and tragic way of "retaining" will only hurt you more.

And she couldn't bear any more of his bleeding.

"Pitiful?" Palace Mo originally pale face, reveal a kind of despairing beauty, he still light looking at her smile.

Slender stained with blood fingers, gently holding her pretty cheek, that pair of water like clear eyes, full of his shadow, good.

Maybe, five years ago, MI Xiaoya's words really made him angry,

but after five years of lonely waiting, why would he be so happy to hear the word "poor".

What about being humble? As long as she can leave a brand in her heart,Even though he knew that he was taking advantage of her kindness, he was willing to be "mean" this time. In the most "mean" way, he would become an indelible trace in her heart.

No matter what, he didn't want to continue to live alone, so desperate and lonely.

"Xiaoya, you have me in your heart. That's why you feel sorry for me." Palace Mo gently holding her face, long and narrow Mo Yu Mou, is a layer upon layer of deep feelings, "at the beginning, I was also so hurt, but tassel will not look at me like you."

"In your eyes, there are tears -"

Gong Mo said gently and happily, and then he kisses her.

Petal like lips, delicate and soft, contain all his tenderness, and bitter as if in all the lonely thoughts.

"Stop it Mi Xiaoya pushed him away and tried to explain, "it's tassel, not me, that's hard for you."

"But tassel chose you, so I will choose you to love me." The palace Mo eye ground is unprecedented earnest expression.

"You are crazy!" Mi Xiaoya gives up completely and continues to persuade him. She has met spoony people, and some of them have lost their sense, but no one will love a madman like Gong mo.

Let her have a kind of sincere Fear of

"Xiaoya, I didn't lose my mind. I just want to continue to tell you the story of that year."

"At that time, I was in the same position, injured. It's tassel, a man risking his life to break into the church where the fierce fighting is going on and recite me out. "

His gentle memories, gentle smile, gentle look at her, said,

but, in the eyes of dense fog, it is endless missing.

The belief in fringes is like love at first sight. Even if the church is burned in memory, God is still in his heart.

Mi Xiaoya's heart seems to be torn by something, and the words "church" explode in her mind, and the picture of memory seems to emerge in front of her eyes.

The church is full of people's blood and flesh. It is extremely tragic and dangerous.

At that time, Gongmo was still a beautiful young man's face. There was a kind of green fear in his eyebrows and eyes. He was curled up in the corner with blood all over his body, trembling, just like a trapped animal