Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

Man Yao glanced at the woman whose neck he was choking: "Kneel down and beg me. Maybe you will consider it."

This is not just to kill him, but to humiliate him!

Yuan Suye's eyes were stern.

If he kneels down, his father Ping Dinghou will definitely lose some of his popularity.

But if he doesn't kneel, his wife will die.

Gu Ruojiao also saw Man Yao's plan.

No matter what he does, he will always be wronged.

She didn't want him to be in trouble.

So Gu Ruojiao gritted her teeth and raised her stomach to hit Man Yao's knife.

But Man Yao didn't react slowly. With a twist of her backhand, the blade turned into the back of the knife, pressing against her bulging belly.

This scene happened very quickly, and only Man Yao and Yuan Suye, who had been paying attention to Gu Ruojiao's situation, could react.

"Gu Ruojiao! How dare you!"

He broke out in a sweat, and the fear made all his muscles tremble unconsciously, so that he couldn't help but become cruel to her.

But the person who always likes to act coquettishly and pretend to be aggrieved is not acting like he usually does now.

Her eyes were red: "You are not allowed to kneel, if you do, I will die in front of you!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Manya started laughing.

He grabbed her hair and pulled hard, forcing Gu Ruojiao to raise her head.

"What a chaste and martyrdom woman. It's a pity that he will die here today no matter what. As for you..."

He glanced at her belly contemptuously: "I might consider letting you die under my crotch."

"Wishful thinking!" Gu Ruojiao originally wanted to help Yuan Suye delay for a while.

But I didn't expect that this man was a villain who didn't play by the rules.

He didn't seem to be very interested in humiliating Yuan Suye. He just wanted to make trouble with them.

After he said those words, the teasing on his face instantly disappeared.

He raised his hand and made a gesture.

In an instant, all the archers hiding in the darkness emerged.

Yuan Suye looked solemn: "Manya, do you disregard your son's life?"

Man Yao disagreed: "It's just a son."

At this point, Yuan Suye actually knew that Man Yao did not want to exchange hostages. He just wanted him to die.

He looked at Gu Ruojiao, whose skirt had been dyed red and her face was pale.

He endured the heartache and looked back, then threw away the sword in his hand: "Manya, let her go, she is innocent."

"Everyone is innocent, I have the final say."

Man Yao gave an order and thousands of arrows were shot towards Yuan Suye.

Do not--

Gu Ruojiao wanted to rush forward, but her hair was still grabbed by Man Yao.

He pulled her head up and asked her to watch him being pierced by thousands of arrows.

"Let me go!" She struggled so hard that she couldn't even feel the severe pain in her stomach.

Blood continued to flow from between her legs, and the system said something anxiously.

But Gu Ruojiao couldn't hear it.

"don't want--!"

With red eyes, she stared at the arrows piercing into his body.

"Yuan Suye..."

Arrow after arrow.

Yuan Suye supported his body, slowly but firmly, and walked towards her step by step.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with overwhelming love and comfort.

Don't be afraid.

He opened his mouth and said silently.

nothing.

Blood gushed out from his body crazily. She looked at those eyes that were always full of energy or occasionally teasing, and the light in those eyes that always contained her presence slowly disappeared.

In a daze, a picture of the two of them sitting on the porch not long ago, looking forward to the future, appeared in front of her eyes.

Yuan Suye said that he had a dream. In the dream, the country was peaceful and the people were safe, and their children and grandchildren were at their knees, and they would live happily ever after.

At the end of the scene, Yuan Suye said to her.

Jiaojiao, I have thought about it, no matter whether the child is born a boy or a girl, the child's nickname will be Xiaoruo.

Yuan Xiaoruo.

Does it sound good?

Yuan Xiaoruo.

our children.