He is cold with time

Chapter 47 Four knives, I'll give it back to you.

"Then you commit suicide in front of me." She smiled lightly and calmly, the hatred for Maimang was no longer in her eyes, there was no wave in the ancient well, and she was indifferent without desire or desire. She just said it casually, but she seemed extremely serious.

Lu Yan let go of her, and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips: "If I die, will you live well?"

Will you survive?

To be alive is a nightmare, a hell.

"Lu Yan, you dare not." Xia Wuyue said softly, she really didn't have much strength left.

Even if he killed so many people by mistake, he still dare not die.He is a demon, and demons must stay in the world.

Lu Yan's eyes searched slowly in the ward, but to no avail, he could only order his men to go down and get a fruit knife.

In fact, many fruit knives look the same, but Wuyue can tell at a glance that this knife was the one that stabbed her and Chi Hao's stomachs on the wedding day.

Her eyes were flat, without any flickering: "As long as you die, there will be nothing between us."

"Little May," the man said with a gentle voice, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, "do you not believe that I love you?"

It's useless to talk about love now.

Even if he loved her, he still abandoned her in the face of hatred.Love is always a lie.

"If you dare to stab me down, I will believe that you love me." Wu Yue's eyes dimmed, her heart was pounding, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. She clutched her chest and coughed lightly.

Lu Yan smiled softly, still a soft smile, but more tender and warm than before, he said word by word: "If there is an afterlife, I will definitely not miss you."

Too much vengeance had been caught between them, blinding their eyes and making them miss it.

If there is an afterlife, I hope they can all meet each other cleanly.

"Little May, I love you."

Along with the affectionate confession, the blade pierced into his body together.The man's face was covered with sweat, he pulled out the knife vigorously, and then stabbed it fiercely: "Counting Shichu's account, four lives, four knives, I will give you back."

Xia Wuyue lifted the quilt, sat up slowly, her feet touched the ground lightly, and smiled slightly: "There are still two knives."

There was the sound of the knife piercing into the flesh again, the man's white clothes were already stained red with blood, he fell to the floor in pain, and said weakly: "Little Wuyue, forgive me."

Little May, little May.

From before to now, he always loves to call her that.

"One more knife." Wu Yue said mechanically, her eyes fell on the floor, and she didn't look at him at all.

The man has gradually weakened, it seems that he has no strength, and his vision is gradually blurred. He wants to see a distressed expression on the woman's face, but no, besides indifference, she also shows hatred.

Hatred, Xia Wuyue hated him to the core.

"The...fourth...knife..."

Lu Yan pulled out the knife with the last bit of strength, and then stabbed hard.

After finishing the final movement, his hands fell to the floor feebly, and his eyes closed feebly.

On the clean floor, only the blood flowing from the man's body remained.

How dazzling and terrifying.

Xia Wuyue stood up gently, walked in front of him with her tired body, and smiled coldly: "Lu Yan, do you really think that debts are so easy to pay?"

Even if he dies, it is impossible to pay back.

Never!

"You and I only have an endless hatred. Even in the next life, I will never meet you. In every life, I don't want you to appear in my life again."

After Xia Wuyue finished speaking sharply, she pulled the knife out of him fiercely, and immediately walked past him, wanting to go out.

(End of this chapter)