After the divorce, he regretted his ex-husband too much

Because they were chasing the same group of bad guys in the red plum forest all over the sky, met, met, knew each other, and fell in love since then.

With the ups and downs of the music, two people dressed in ancient Hanfu, one white and one red, danced gracefully among the plum blossoms flying in the air.

After a dance show, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wen Shiyu pulled out the sword that had never been unsheathed, and stared at the handsome Qiao Ran who was dressed in Hanfu and disguised as a man.

"I drew my sword nine times, but I didn't fully draw it nine times. Once I draw my sword ten times, it will surely hit your heart. You want this last chance, or don't you!" Wen Shiyu looked at Qiao Ran with complicated eyes.

"There is always a banquet in the world, and so is love. You and I have a deep relationship, so why are you obsessed with a result?"

"I am such a domineering person. Once I give my heart, I will never take it back. If you betray me, I will stab my heart and yours to death!"

After Wen Shiyu finished speaking, a teardrop fell from the corner of his eye, and he stabbed at Qiao Ran with his sword.

Seeing Wen Shiyu on the Wia getting closer and closer to him, Qiao Ran, who was acting willing to die, slowly closed his eyes, but in the light and shadow of his squinted eyes, he could see more clearly the thing in Wen Shiyu's hand. a sword.

The cold light of the sword head was dazzling, and the red plum pendant she hung on the hilt was not hanging.

This is not the sword she gave Wen Shiyu.

Qiao Ran groaned inwardly, seeing Wen Shiyu's figure flying towards her while Wia was mobilizing, Qiao Ran quickly grabbed the blade that Wen Shiyu stabbed at.

Because the wire was hanging, the body was out of control at all, the sword flew over with great force, Qiao Ran held the blade, and the blade kept piercing forward and slashing across her palm.

Qiao Ran felt pain as if her palm was about to be ripped off, and bright red blood dripped from her hand like a faucet.

Wen Shiyu saw Qiao Ran suddenly change the rehearsed scene dance drama, and was frightened by her.

Just as she was about to raise her head to ask Qiao Ran, she was hugged by Qiao Ran and heard Qiao Ran whispering in her ear.

"It's the blood bag in your hand, keep singing!"

Wen Shiyu, who didn't know why, immediately continued singing after hearing Qiao Ran's words.

The two landed slowly under the wire. Qiao Ran held the blade and said sadly, "After all, we are in love. If you want my heart, you don't need to dirty your hands." After speaking, he held the blade to his heart prick.

Immediately, Qiao Ran, who was dressed in white, was stained red with bright red blood on her chest. She staggered back a few steps and slowly fell to the ground.

The brokenness on his body makes people feel distressed.

The audience in the audience saw this scene and thought it was the choreography process, because Qiao Ran's white clothes were stained red by the blood in the blood bag.

No one expressed shock, but applauded the superb performance of the two of them.

In a remote corner among the crowd, Han Mo looked at the scene on the stage, frowning his pretty brows, glanced at Qiao Ran, who was lying on the stage, giving people a sense of brokenness, and then turned around and walked backstage.

Enduring the pain, Qiao Ran finished the final performance and left. As soon as he walked out of the camera, Qiao Ran quickly walked to the bathroom to deal with the bleeding wound.

"It's not a blood bag, your hand is really hurt? You're crazy, why are you holding my sword?" Wen Shiyu looked at Qiao Ran's bloody palm and asked tremblingly.

Qiao Ran said without raising his head: "Your sword can't be retracted, if I don't hold it with my hands, I've already been pierced by you in the heart and died!"

Han Mo, who just ran over from the front of the stage, only heard what Qiao Ran said later, thought it was Wen Shiyu who did it, walked over with a cold body, grabbed Wen Shiyu's neck, and squeezed her body Against the wall, hold it high.

"Wen Shiyu, I thought you were just a bit unruly and willful before, but I didn't expect you to have murderous intentions on the show. You really let me down."

Wen Shiyu looked at Han Mo's bloodthirsty eyes full of frost and murderous aura, and the fear in her heart frightened her more than the pain of her neck being cut off.

The first time she saw a person full of murderous intent, it was so terrifying.

Seeing Han Mo's actions, Qiao Ran hurried forward to grab Han Mo's hand.

"Han Mo, let go quickly, this matter has nothing to do with Shiyu, you have wronged her."

"Your hand is hurt like this, and you pleaded with her. She regards human life as a trifle, and she doesn't deserve you to plead with her." Han Mo said and increased the strength of his hand.

Han Mo will not really strangle Wen Shiyu to death, but he wants to teach Wen Shiyu some lessons.

Let Wen Shiyu be afraid from the bottom of his heart, so that he dare not attack Qiao Ran again in the future.

Every time Wen Shiyu who was hung on the wall felt that she was about to die, a little fresh air would be injected into her throat. Before she could inhale hard, the air was blocked again.

The feeling of not being able to die, not being able to live, feeling so painful that she couldn't bear to live, made Wen Shiyu feel uncomfortable doubting life.

Seeing Wen Shiyu's expression, Qiao Ran knew that Han Mo was using techniques to punish Wen Shiyu. As a martial arts practitioner, she knew that this method would not kill people, but would make people feel uncomfortable and wanted to die.

It's the kind that the other party can make her die instantly, and she can kneel down to thank the other party's ancestors for the pain of the eighteen generations.

This method is too cruel for a young lady who has been pampered since childhood.

"Han Mo, let go quickly, if you don't let go, I'm really going to get angry, the kind that can't be coaxed well." Qiao Ran angrily reprimanded.

Wen Shiyu, who was dying on the verge of death, twitched the corner of her mouth slightly when she heard Qiao Ran's words.

Qiao Ran was clearly pleading for her, why did she feel like she was being fed a mouthful of dog food!

Seeing that Qiao Ran was angry, the punishment was enough for Wen Shiyu to remember, and he would not dare to act willfully again, so Han Mo let go of Wen Shiyu.

"Cough cough cough..." Wen Shiyu slumped on the ground, coughed a few times in pain, immediately looked up at Han Mo and explained, "Brother, I didn't, it wasn't me, I really didn't want to kill Qiao Ran. "

"Ran Ran said that you are a murderer, you are a murderer, don't argue, I will send you to the police station in a while, and make you pay for what you did." Han Mo looked at Wen Shiyu sadly.

At this moment, Wen Shimo really regrets that he didn't discipline Wen Shiyu strictly when she was 17 years old when her temperament changed drastically.

If she had suppressed her rebellious character back then, she would not have dared to do such a rebellious and terrible thing today.

Hearing Han Mo's words, Qiao Ran understood that he only heard what was behind her.

"Han Mo, don't listen to the wind and the rain. Before you make a move, please understand the cause and effect of the matter clearly. This time you blamed Shiyu wrongly. She really didn't want to kill me. She was also used by others!"

As Qiao Ran said, he bent down and picked up the sword on the ground, pulled the sword out of the scabbard, and stabbed the bloody sword head on the ground: "Someone replaced the retractable prop sword with a real sword that can kill people. "

At first, Qiao Ran also suspected that Wen Shiyu still hated her, so she changed the sword, but seeing Wen Shiyu's shocked and worried expression when she saw her holding the blade with her hand, she knew that Wen Shiyu didn't change the sword.

Seeing that the tip of the sword could not be retracted, Wen Shiyu asked in shock, "The tip of the sword really cannot be retracted. Didn't you give me this sword? Why can't it be retracted?"