Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

The memory is over, and the consciousness returns.

Ling Qianhe felt a little regretful that he had just wanted to do something to Ye Wenzhi here.

He is really a bitch, too impulsive.

Suppressing the heat underneath, Ling Qianhe put on Ye Wenzhi's coat, and then tied his girdle for him.

Ye Wenzhi's face looked panicked for a moment.

What happened to Ling Qianhe?Don’t do it anymore?

"Wen Zhi, don't stay here, there will be danger."

After arranging Ye Wenzhi's clothes, Ling Qianhe looked at him with affectionate eyes.

In Ye Wenzhi's impression, he was always impatient with others and only dedicated his only tenderness to himself.

Perhaps it was because the love in Ling Qianhe's eyes at this moment was too direct and hot, so Ye Wenzhi turned his eyes away in panic.

If you don’t look, he won’t be merciful.

Ye Wenzhi understands this truth well.

He originally wanted to do something with Ling Qianhe. After all, he had been conquering it for so long, so he should give Ling Qianhe a little sweetness.

But Ling Qianhe refused.

Stupid can.

Ye Wenzhi stood on tiptoes, quickly kissed Ling Qianhe's lips, and left at the first touch.

This kiss was like a dragonfly touching water, without any warmth.But Ling Qianhe was as happy as a child who got candy.

But before he could finish being happy, he heard Ye Wenzhi's cold words in his ears, piercing his heart like poison.

"You didn't want this for yourself, you can't blame me."

With a twist of his wrist, he held the sword and pierced Ling Qianhe's life gate. Hot blood spurted out instantly and flowed all over the floor.

Ling Qianhe's pupils shrank sharply, in disbelief.

Severe pain spread throughout his body, and his meridians seemed to shatter at this moment.

Ling Qianhe's expression turned painful.

But nothing hurts more than my heart at this moment.

"I've had enough of this scene with you, Ling Qianhe. Do you really think I will like you?"

"You are proud and arrogant, and you never care about my feelings. You don't care about the consequences of anything you do, but every time you make a mistake, I, Ye Wenzhi, am the scapegoat. Why?"

"You keep saying you like me, but apart from your lip service, what else have you done for me? You're extremely hypocritical."

After saying that, Ye Wenzhi pulled out the bloody sword, and the hot blood splashed on his face.

He didn't look at Ling Qianhe's expression, maybe he didn't dare to look at it.

But he knew that Ling Qianhe must be desperate.

Even though he knew it, Ye Wenzhi still showed no mercy.

He kicked the injured Ling Qianhe hard to the ground, then raised his foot and viciously crushed the bleeding area, staining his white boots with blood.

After all, Ling Qianhe was a Nascent Soul stage monk. His life gate was stabbed and he was still hanging on for breath.

He was crushed hard to the blood-stained ground. He did not struggle, but raised his head with difficulty to glance at Ye Wenzhi, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Tears mixed with blood fell to the ground.

This was probably the first time in Ling Qianhe's life that he cried, and it might also be the last time.

"Hey, the system has detected that Ling Qianhe's resentment level has reached [-]%. The host mission is successful and the reward points are [-]."

The system's congratulatory cheers sounded, which was incompatible with the deathly silence here. Ye Wenzhi did not respond to the system.

For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat solidified, and the air pressure around Ye Wenzhi was very low.

The system didn't understand, so it asked flatteringly: "Host? Are you unhappy again?"

Ye Wenzhi rolled her eyes at him: "It's none of your business, get out, you are an artificial retard, don't bother me tonight."

system:"……"

Tonight, the moon is clear and clear.

Ling Qianhe was lying in a pool of blood. Under the bright moonlight, his fingers suddenly moved.