The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Tonight seems to be much colder than usual.

Otherwise, why would he feel cold all over?

The girl's tearful eyes lingered in his mind, and almost as soon as he closed his eyes, he remembered her decisive words, "Never like him again."

Isn't this exactly what he wants?

Tiandao stood outside the door, separated from her by a wall.

The bleak wind blew the hem of his clothes.

The slightly messy hair swept across his obscure brows.

Heavy snowflakes gradually began to drift from the sky, covering the ground with crystal white, and slowly a thin layer of frost formed.

These are the tears of heaven.

The snow seemed to be in awe of him, and was blown away by the wind before it could fall on the god's shoulders.

Tiandao noticed something and suddenly raised his eyes, only to see Banshu walking towards him holding a blue oil-paper umbrella. She was only wearing a crescent-white mink cloak, and her pace was lazy and leisurely. However, when Tiandao looked at her again, she was Become that mortal woman hurt by love.

He can't see through her.

Tiandao suddenly realized.

She's dangerous, deadly, addictive, and unpredictable.

"umbrella."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, as if she had just cried. The tears remaining at the end of her crimson eyes made Tiandao's heart choke. He subconsciously grabbed her arm and hugged her tightly.

That moment.

Tiandao just felt complete.

"Fu Ce." She pushed him gently. Tiandao's body stiffened slightly, but he hugged her tighter the next second.

She curled her lower lip, "Fuce, you don't want me, why do you have to act so coy in front of me? Are all of you righteous people as hypocritical and disgusting as you?"

Tiandao wanted to explain something, but his lips moved a few times, but no words came out.

Desperation and grief swept over him.

He is not a supporter.

Tiandao wanted to argue.

But he really hopes that she can love him, even if she uses him as a support.

As soon as this idea came out of his mind, Tiandao was stunned in place.

There was a fishy-sweet feeling in my throat.

He gave a low cough.

"No..." He restrained and let go of her, "I just want to see you."

However, Pan Shu didn't believe a word he said, and slowly withdrew her hand that was tightly held by him. She looked at him quietly, the deathly silence in her eyes was almost so cold that it frightened Tiandao.

"What do you mean? You hate me, but you want to see me?"

She stretched out her hand and gently touched the heart: "I don't want this naturally passionate heart at all."

Tiandao suddenly realized something, and he stepped forward in horror to stop him.

The girl took the first step and cut out her heart.

That rotten heart that has long since stopped beating.

She threw it on the ground casually.

She pulled her lips in relief, "Fortunately, this mansion with abundant spiritual energy has allowed my originally destroyed spiritual energy to increase somewhat. Although it is weak, it is just right for gouging out a useless heart."

"Fuce, your love is just like you, it makes me sick."

Tiandao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Embarrassed and with trembling hands, he squatted on the snow and picked up the abandoned dead thing.

Confused and hastily, he looked in the direction Pan Shu left.

"Banshu..."

"Don't leave me."

Why is he in so much pain?

Tiandao curled his lips mockingly, how could he not be Fu Ce?

It was obvious that he accompanied the little girl down the mountain to buy candied haws, buy jewelry, set off lanterns, and watch fireworks...

That person is Fu Ce.It's him too.

Put on lanterns...

Tiandao's eyes lit up, and he had a thought in his mind.

What Pan Shu wrote on the lantern that day appeared completely before his eyes.

"Fuce and I want to be together forever, and Fuce wants to buy me sugar-coated haws for the rest of my life!"

The emotion called despair turned into a bloody mouth and slowly swallowed him up.

The way of heaven seems to have fallen into boundless darkness.

My heart is empty.

What did he lose...

Why couldn't he find it no matter how he looked?

Beside the courtyard are beautiful red plums, with cold snow foam clinging to the delicate petals, like gurgling blood flowing in the snow.

Tiandao stared blankly at his trembling fingertips.

"Tell me, who am I..."

A golden line loomed on the man's forehead, and then a crack appeared.

The cracks grew bigger and bigger.

Finally, the entire golden pattern shattered like porcelain tiles.

He covered his forehead in pain and squatted in the snow. The cold snow soaked his clothes and penetrated the gaps between his bones. His limbs were so stiff that they were bone-piercing.

He murmured softly: "Shu Shu..."

"I am Fu Ce."

But he is also the way of heaven.

Heaven is ruthless.

As soon as He Qing felt the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations here, he rushed to the courtyard.

He was shocked by Fu Ce who was covered in blood on the ground.

Then he saw the bloody heart in his hand, his pupils shrank, and his expression suddenly turned pale in panic.

He Qing didn't have time to think too much and quickly opened the door.

"Womanly!"

But the girl was found unconscious on the ground.

There was an empty, dead silence in my chest.

He Qing took a breath.

His fingertips trembled slightly as he carefully picked up the girl and coaxed her in a gentle voice: "The ground is cold, why don't you sleep on the bed?"

It's a pity that no one responded to him anymore.

He Qing pursed his lower lip, cut his wrist, squeezed out the blood, and fed her to drink.

He waited a long time.

So long that the tears will dry up.

Finally, he couldn't help but let out a whimper similar to that of a small animal, "Don't leave me, please... Shushu, can you open your eyes and look at me?"

His fingertips didn't even dare to touch her cold wrist.

He Qing called her softly over and over again.

"Don't you want this heart..." He paused and curled his lips as if nothing had happened, but the smile was forced and ugly, "It doesn't matter if you don't want it, Shushu, don't fall in love with anyone anymore, no one knows how Shushu can love. ... As long as Shushu stands there, He Qing will love you with all his strength."

Even if a moth flies into the flame.

Even if he hits the south wall with a bloody head.

He didn't expect any response from her.

I just hope that everything in her life will be based on her heart, and that she will come and go as freely as the wind.

He Qing will stand behind her.

Make a shadow.

Be a good family dog.

This is what he wants.

"Squeak."

He Qing's dark eyes moved. He glanced at the door, as if he hadn't seen Fu Ce. He lowered his head and gently told Pan Shu about the love that had been deliberately ignored.

"At that time, I was so jealous of Mo Dan that I went crazy with jealousy...He was such a ruthless and cruel person, so why did he meet you, a stupid fox..."

"later……"

He pursed his lower lip.

"You must regret meeting me, right?"

Tiandao watched quietly, his eyes getting colder and darker.

"Your blood is almost drained." Tiandao said.

He Qing seemed not to have heard of it.

Tiandao frowned, "I can save her, just let go of her and let me do it."

He Qing raised his eyelids and said half-sarcastically, "Isn't this all given by Dao Lord? What does Dao Lord mean by this move?"

Tiandao forcefully pulled Panshu into his arms.

When his eyes touched Ban Shu's pale face, his eyes softened subconsciously, but when he looked at He Qing again, he said coldly and cruelly, "Don't force me to kill you."