My wife is not a demon

"Chen Mu, I have never understood when you will love a woman wholeheartedly and give up everything for her."

"Handsome Chen, I have to give you a word of advice. There are always some women in this world that you can't get. Maybe among these women, there is one who specifically beats you. Do you believe it?"

"We've been together for three months, it's quite creative for you to break up on my birthday."

"Chen Mu, it's my mother who dumped you, you're a fart!"

"The little handsome guy is amazing. My sister loves him for staying on the bed for so long."

"Have you thought about the price of breaking up?"

"roll!"

"..."

The voices of the surrounding women became more and more intense and sharp, as if they were blasted nails rolling in their heads.

Chen Mu held his head, showing pain on his face.

Just when his head was about to swell and burst, he suddenly yelled, and his heavy eyelids opened instantly, and they were all red-black and ice-cold.

Drops of sweat flowed down his forehead like rain.

Everything in front of me was clear.

But Chen Mu was stunned.

Because standing in front of him were women with different styles, these familiar faces emerged from the bottom of his memory.

They all stared at Chen Mu with indifferent expressions.

It's like looking at a stranger.

Chen Mu moved his lips to speak, but no sound came out of his throat.

scoff-

Suddenly, a piercing metal rubbing sound sounded.

Looking in the direction of the sound, a woman came slowly, the high heels under her feet knocked crisp notes on the floor, which was extraordinarily attractive.

Her figure is very graceful, one can tell that she is a beauty.

But Chen Mu couldn't see her face clearly anyway.

The woman holds a knife in her hand.

Every time he took a step, the knife made a sharp sound on the air wall, which seemed to herald the prelude to death.

The other women around got out of the way.

As the woman with the knife approached slowly, Chen Mu's heart beat faster and faster, beating like a drum.

Who is she?

It's clearly familiar, but I can't remember it alive and well.

Chen Mu wanted to retreat, but his body was entangled by transparent silk threads, which were like love threads bound one by one.

The woman walked up to him and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Scumbag!"

The woman spat out two words from her red lips.

The other women around also shouted, everyone's face was full of anger, and there was an extra knife in their hands.

It was bright and very cold.

Chen Mu didn't know if his face had turned pale, but his heart was almost suffocated.

At this moment, his soul seemed to be stripped out.

Chi Guoguo was displayed in front of these women.

Swish!

The woman suddenly stabbed with a knife.

And ruthless!Fast again!

But just when the tip of the knife was only a few millimeters away from Chen Mu's forehead, it stopped again, as if the pause button had been pressed.

On the tip of the knife, drops of water fell.

It landed on Chen Mu's forehead.

These are not drops of water, but tears of a woman.

She squatted down slowly, caressing Chen Mu's cheeks, and murmured in tears: "You must know how to cherish those who love you, you know?"

puff!

The tip of the knife pierced Chen Mu's lower abdomen.

At the moment of piercing the lower abdomen, Chen Mu didn't feel any pain, and countless blood flowed out from the wound, floating in the air.

The bright red blood outlines red and bewitching flowers like ink.

Bana...

Birth is gorgeous, death is also quiet and beautiful.

Chen Mu gradually fell into a coma, everything around him was turned into powder, and the films that condensed into scenes of memories flashed...

The five senses, breathing and heartbeat hidden under the surface all disappeared.

It was as if he had escaped into the void.

When Chen Mu woke up again, he found himself lying on a beautiful couch, filled with the fragrance of his daughter's home.

Looking around, this is a refined and elegant cottage.

There was another woman in the house.

The woman was wearing a white dress and snow skirt, outlining her exquisite curves, her long black hair was hanging down to her waist, and she was standing in front of the window with her back to him.

The sun is warm outside the window.