[Comprehensive] I don't like you

──Humans are really strange animals, sometimes they treat pain and sorrow as a kind of enjoyment. (Excerpt from "Heroes Have No Tears")

Die Wu's expression was really strange, which made the happy Xiao Gao seem to have noticed something, Xiao Gao still didn't let go of Die Wu's hand, but his face was also very ugly, it seemed that there was something terrible Dare to make him turn back.

Die Wu looked at Zhu Meng, who was angry and somewhat desperate, and suddenly felt funny. When Die Wu was by his side, in order to show her so-called masculinity, she never gave Die Wu a sense of security. Just a toy.What is the reason for this sorrow like a dead old lady?

Is it because of love?This is really funny.

Thinking of this, Die Wu laughed.Her laughter is also very pleasant, and of course it is pleasant.

Seeing Xiao Gao with ashen face and Zhu Meng staring at Die Wu, Zhuo Donglai also smiled, different from Die Wu's joy, his laughter was full of confidence.

Everything is under control!

Xiao Gao raised his foot and wanted to leave, but where is such a good thing?

Anyway, Die Wu feels that she is unhappy, so let's all be unhappy together.

Die Wu has recovered her composure now, and stopped her laughing.She glanced at Zhuo Donglai, and what she saw was the calm look of holding Zhizhu again.

"I know you all want to leave, and you all have reasons why you must leave. Everyone has a last resort! But now, no one can leave!"

"I remember someone once said that when I was dancing, no one seemed to be able to leave." When she said this, she looked at Zhu Meng, and she must have repaid Die Wu's cold treatment!

Seeing Zhu Meng whose eyes were about to burst into flames, Die Wu found that she was in a happy mood again.Men are really funny, they will never cherish when they have it, and regret it when they lose it, and they will win the good name of a prodigal son who turns back and never changes infatuation, which is really funny.

Die Wu turned to face Zhu Meng again: "I remember you once said that when I want to dance, no one can leave."

Zhuo Donglai felt that Die Wu's calmness was beyond his expectation, so he asked coldly,

"Can you still dance?"

"I'm still alive. Can I dance if I'm alive?" While talking, he stomped his feet to show that his legs were intact.

Zhuo Donglai clapped his hands to show his agreement.

Listening to the conversation between the old blind man and Zhuo Donglai, I suddenly became bored. Everyone is like a master of philosophy, so insightful, able to understand life and see through the world. Unfortunately, what everyone does is still doing dirty things. A glamorous person has black internal organs and eroded internal organs.

A beautiful and cheerful tune, a passionate and joyful dance.It actually made these people think it was ironic, how ridiculous do you think this is?

Die Wu felt that maybe this was the last dance in her life. This unreasonable intuition was like spikes thinking that it was her last battle.

Such an ominous premonition made her dance more agile and more beautiful.It's a pity, how many people can focus on Die Wu's dance?

The blind old man's tears fell, and then the pipa string broke.

Die Wu's dance also stopped.

She felt like a broken leaf in autumn, lifeless.But the leaves may still be useful, but the butterfly dance is useless.

The dance stopped, and she stood there in a daze for a while.He squatted down and tapped his legs a few times.Everyone only felt "click, click" a few times, and Die Wu's leg was crippled.

She fell to the ground, but the joy on her face was obvious. Since the dance, she had never looked at Zhu Meng and Xiao Gao again, and had been staring at the famous Zhuo Donglai.

Looking at Die Wu like that, Zhu Meng felt his heart was broken into several petals, and had already been condensed by the coldness of Mei Xiang.

But what did he think, what happened to Guan Diewu?These few people, including the fledgling Xiao Gao, are not a good person.Of course, Die Wu didn't feel that she was a good person, and it was better for everyone to suffer than to suffer herself.

Come to think of it, her goal was achieved.But Zhuo Donglai, the one who hated and revenged the most, was unscathed.

Not reconciled!Not reconciled.

But even if she is not reconciled, there is nothing she can do. The original owner has always wanted to destroy her legs, and now she has achieved such a wish.

Xiao Gao wanted to stand up and support Die Wu, but before he could move, another person started to move.

Zhu Meng picked up Die Wu and put it beside him.And carefully wrapped her in the coat that had just fallen off.

The pain of the broken leg made her unable to focus on other things, she thought she might not be beautiful at all right now.Such a beautiful woman would be pale without any blood.As for whether Xiao Gao left or not, she didn't know when she left.

But these have nothing to do with her.Anyone who is not blind can see that this is Zhuo Donglai's plan, and the reason is to drive apart so-called best friends like Zhu Meng and Xiao Gao.Two people who agree to love each other will not end well...

Die Wu felt that she might as well be dead now.The whole body convulsed with pain.What is the purpose of ruining your own legs like this?

Is it because you want to get disgusted and come back to Zhuo Donglai?Or abuse Zhu Meng?

Die Wu felt that Die Wu, who had a broken leg, was no longer Die Wu.It's just a walking dead.

It wasn't Die Wu's legs that she should destroy, maybe it would be good to take some intestinal poison or something. Wouldn't the three-step powder or seven-step powder that was circulated in the world be very effective?

The place they are in now is a filthy little room, with pitch-black floors everywhere, the dirty smell and the pain all over the body make Die Wu sick to his stomach, but he can't vomit it out.Because she has no strength left now.

Zhu Meng took his dozen or so brothers and hid here, like a defeated dog, in a state of distress, whimpering softly, licking his wounds and going nowhere.

Zhuo Donglai would never let go of any chance to make Sima Chaoqun famous, so Zhu Meng must die by Sima Chaoqun's hands.In this way, he will be able to stand on the peak and look down on all living beings. This kind of him is the hero in Zhuo Donglai's heart, and he is worthy of the admiration of the world.

In order to achieve this goal, how much painstaking efforts Zhuo Donglai has put in, I'm afraid only he knows, because of the obsession in his heart and the deformed love, Zhuo Donglai himself may not have many good days!

Perhaps what Zhuo Donglai loves is not the real Sima Chaoqun, but the Sima Chaoqun that he fantasizes and is creating, so he can always be so calm, even indifferent.Because he hasn't achieved his goal yet, Zhuo Donglai doesn't care about other things.

Although Die Wu knew about this, it was only superficial, and she was not the person involved, so she would never know the bitterness and sadness of it.

But maybe all of this is Zhuo Donglai's willingness, and it's also what he likes.So Zhuo Donglai must have nothing to complain about.What he was always worried about was how to make Sima Chaoqun the perfection he imagined.

Die Wu looked at the old and thin man in ragged clothes, unexpectedly he was Sima Chaoqun, who was surprised by Sima Chaoqun brought by one of Zhu Meng's honest men.How amazing it was that her astonishment relieved the pain a little!

His clothes were torn, his hair was in a mess, and he had injuries on his body. This Sima was outstanding.Where does such a Sima Chaoqun have any brilliance of being wise and martial in the past?When did the chief executive who was admired by countless people appear in front of everyone in such a distressed manner?

But a hero is a hero, and a beast is still a beast.Watching the confrontation between Zhu Meng and Sima Chaoqun, Die Wu seemed to understand something in a trance, but felt nothing.Their world is too profound, and ordinary beings like them cannot understand it.

She felt the passing of her own life, and she felt as if she had become lighter and floated up.called softly,

"Zhu Meng"

Hearing this voice, Zhu Meng's heart trembled suddenly, but he didn't look back. The current situation is not optimistic, and Sima Chaoqun may not be able to handle it.It's a pity that there is still Zhuo Donglai who has no plans.Maybe I will confess here with these dozen or so brothers.

I am not afraid of death, but I cannot implicate my brother.

He hasn't given an account to those who died yet.The dead spikes, every brother in the dead Xiongshitang, must let the blood of Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai give an explanation.

The downcast Sima Chaoqun looked at Zhu Meng who was also downcast, they were all defeated by Zhuo Donglai.Unfortunately, they are not convinced.Because they need an upright fight to the death, not a despicable conspiracy.

But for Zhuo Donglai, their stupid idea is really speechless. Although he doesn't have Xiao Leixue's force, he has something more terrifying than Xiao Leixue's box - wisdom.Relying on his wisdom, he now holds the whole world in his hands, leaving a Sima Chaoqun and Gao Jianfei, right?

Isn't Gao Jianfei another Sima Chaoqun?Equally handsome, but younger than Sima Chaoqun, with more room for development, and of course, better control.

People around looked at these two holy and inviolable two people, and there was a faint cry. Although it was weak, it was very loud in this small space.

But Sima Chaoqun and Zhu Meng didn't shed a single tear, even though their emotions were surging and turbulent.But because they are Sima Chaoqun and Zhu Meng.Only blood, not tears!This is their arrogance, but also their loyalty and blood!

Die Wu softly hummed a few tunes that she had heard before, she felt that she could probably end her life with such a tune!

"The treasure bun is combed in a hurry, and the lead is lightly made up;

The green smoke and purple mist cover is light, and the flying catkins are uncertain.

It is better not to see each other than to see each other, why does love seem ruthless;

After the Shengge is over, the wine is just waking up, and the moon is slanting in the deep courtyard. "

And closed her complex, sentimental, ruthless eyes forever

At this time, Zhu Meng seemed to have discovered something was wrong, but unfortunately, it was too late.

Zhu Meng, who spat out a mouthful of blood, buried Die Wu in this cold mountain, but he couldn't accompany her yet, and he had to fight Sima Chaoqun to the death.

But no one knows who will win or lose...

No, maybe someone knows, but Die Wu will never know.

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