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Chapter 1123 Her Curse Can Never Be Solved

If mocking him can make her willing to live, then he is willing to make her do more excessive things to him.

Di Jun grabbed her hand and pressed it against his side face, "Mumu, don't you like Wen Qing and hate me? Since you hate me, then you should find a way to kill me to avenge him. You shouldn't be the one who died."

"Revenge?" Su Mu seemed to have heard the funniest words in the world. She laughed and coughed again, and more blood flowed out from the wound on her chest, "Heavenly Emperor, the thing I hate the most is revenge. Look at you now... for revenge, you are no longer like the you I knew before. I will not follow in your footsteps, because... I don't want to be entangled with you anymore."

Di Jun was stiff all over, speechless.

In the past, after he found out that he had lived again, he wanted to seek revenge from the person who harmed him before. His stupid self-confidence and pride made him finally step into the point where he is now irreversible. He hurt the person he loves the most.

But he didn't want to let go.

He will never let go.

Grasping her hand tightly, his thin lips curled into a nice curve, and he smiled gently against her lips: "Mumu, if you die, I will destroy everything you care about with my own hands."

Look.

He is such a bad and despicable god, when he found out that she was going to get out of his control, he would threaten her in such a shameless way, forcing her to change her mind and stay.

Su Mu smiled casually, "Before you hurt Xiao Nuo, remember to shed a tear for me..."

His expression changed, "You don't care about her?"

"Of course I care. After seeing Xiao Nuo, I realized that I care about her more than I imagined, but I am destined not to be able to give her a normal family. You are not a good father, and I can't be a good mother..." Su Mu slowly closed his eyes, and let out a soft sigh, "You know, in my memory, I had several chances to become a mother, but I died in the end...either by my husband or by myself. The qualifications of a mother... Then why should I be obsessed with the identity of a mother..."

He held her hand and trembled, and every time she recalled the memory of being unable to love and never dying well in those more than ten lifetimes, his heart felt like it had been gouged out. This feeling was far more painful than when he was pulled out of his ribs by his biological father when he was young. He finally let go of all his pride and power, and buried his head on her neck. He prayed, "You can hate me or blame me. ...don't die..."

The woman in his arms didn't respond.

She closed her eyes, and her peaceful posture seemed to be asleep.

"I'll give you my heart and soul, all of it...you wake up, as long as you wake up...you can beat me and kill me if you want."

Without hesitation, Di Jun pierced his chest with one hand, dripping with blood, but he didn't feel any pain.

Wenmai took a step back unconsciously.

Soon, another figure appeared in the mourning hall.

Su Xiao looked at the scene in front of him. Although he was prepared in his heart, he still stopped because of the shock in his heart.

The young man in white was covered in blood, holding the girl in his arms who was also covered in blood and remained motionless. He looked down at her with a pale face, as if she was already dead.

Bloody, bloody, this pair of men and women looked very tragic.

It took a long time for Su Xiao to regain his voice. He staggered forward, "Xiaomu..."

Di Jun raised his eyes slowly, and there was only death in his eyes. The blood color made his face paler and weirder. His appearance at this time was like a child who asked blankly when he encountered a problem he didn't understand: "I will give her my heart...why didn't she wake up?"

The bloody patch on his chest was so conspicuous.

Su Xiao said with a trembling voice: "The Emperor of Heaven is not a phoenix of my feather clan, so how can he use his heart and soul to resurrect dead things? What's more..."

What's more, the black dragon doesn't have the heart of God, and once the phoenix decides to sacrifice himself, he can't stop, just like the wound in Su Mu's heart, nothing can heal.

Di Jun blinked his eyes, the eyes were dull, and he looked down at the pale face of the person in his arms again, he seemed to understand, but also seemed to just pretend not to understand.

Even if he drained all the blood from his heart, the dead will never come back to life, not to mention that the Dragon Clan's self-healing ability is extremely strong, if they are not injured by similar or special weapons, their wounds will recover very quickly.

Su Xiao looked at the wounds on Emperor Tian's body, and knew that he definitely had wounds on his chest more than once.

Su Xiao, who had lost his daughter, finally couldn't help but stepped forward and asked loudly: "Since the Emperor of Heaven values ​​Xiao Mu so much, why did he treat her so cruelly before!?"

As if he hadn't heard of it, he didn't speak, just lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to press Su Mu's face against his chest, as if she was just asleep.

(End of this chapter)