The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

On Jun Tianyao's blood-soaked face, there suddenly appeared a charming smile, which was different from the pure and warm one he had always shown, it was his undisguised strangeness, and the expression on Murong Qi's face was so condensed that he almost Blank: "What are you laughing at?"

Maybe it was because he knew that no matter what way he could save Jun Tianyao from death, maybe he was really curious about Jun Tianyao's inappropriate smile, he lowered his head, talking in a low voice like an ordinary person ask.

Because the man lowered his head, and his long eyelashes covered the only eyes that could reveal his true emotions, Jun Tianyao felt a little regretful, even though he couldn't see clearly, even though he could no longer keep the hotness in the man's eyes, he Still regretful, the loneliness in his eyes disappeared like fireworks, and the smile on his lips was even more charming: "Because, you care about me!"

After every word, he exhausted all his vitality: "You, you, you, me!"

Jun Tianyao repeated this sentence, his feeble voice was inexplicably more lively, his fingertips were lifted up with great effort, but they still couldn't reach them, they stretched out, and there was a little distance away, but, the fingertips pointed The direction, without any concealment, was clearly Murong Qi's cheeks that were cool with tears.

That was the winner's announcement. Jun Tianyao kept reminding Murong Qi over and over again that the person he thought had been liberated, the emotion he thought he could get rid of, had actually penetrated deep into his bones. In fact, he would never be able to get rid of it. Who lives and who dies, what difference does it make?

Some people die, but get everything they want, death is like a new life, some people live, but lose the heart to enjoy life, life is heavier than death for him.

Murong Qi's shoulders seemed to be afraid of the cold, and he flinched slightly. He can almost see his future appearance now, and in his future life, he will always remember the man who smiled so charmingly at this time, and he will use the rest of his life to Every moment, to miss every memory of the good and bad that they used to get along with, he has no future, only the past.

This kind of future, this kind of life, made Murong abandon him in a hurry. He realized Jun Tianyao's thoughts. The man didn't hide it, but he couldn't avoid it, because it was like the sentence Jun Tianyao was confident about. Words, he cares about him, he damn cares about him!

"Yes, you're right, I care about you, I fucking care about you!"

These words of love sobbed from his lips, choked from his throat, and Murong Qi's voice was broken, it was his fragility that he had never shown without scruple in front of Jun Tianyao.

Jun Tianyao's lips parted, revealing the fine teeth soaked in blood, like a demon showing a bloodthirsty face.

Raising his head abruptly, corresponding to his voice, was his intense expression. Murong Qi's eyes were shining with blood, like a wild beast that wanted to choose people's desires, and there was an awe-inspiring aura all over his body On the scene, he gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to gnaw off pieces of flesh and blood from the powerless man whose vitality was weakening every moment: "Jun Tianyao, why don't you die alone! "

"Why do you want to die in front of me, why do you want me to watch you lose your life little by little, there is nothing you can do! Why don't you want to leave me a little room, why do you want to hide Yuyan's whereabouts..."

Murong Qi Fangfang's high-pitched voice became lower and lower with each sentence of questioning, his intensity, because of Jun Tianyao's speechlessness, seemed so ridiculous.

Murong Qi's hand gently landed on the wound on Jun Tianyao's abdomen, his fingers were covered with dirt, after "why", he couldn't say a word anymore.

What is the use of saying this?Who can be saved by asking so many questions?What else had he asked for so far?

Why?Jun Tianyao's thoughts are a little wobbly, maybe because he insists on one thing, if he dies in front of Murong Qi today, a man, he will never be able to get rid of him again. It turns out that when you really care about someone, it is Those who don't want to let that person cross the bridge of Naihe first are not willing to watch him die in person. It turns out that Murong Qi imprisoned him and used chronic drugs to erode his vitality little by little. What he prepared for himself was an entrance to kill him. Peacock gall is another kind of tenderness and persistence of a man who is cold and indifferent on the surface.

"Jun Tianyao, do you really care about me at all?"

Murong Qi opened his mouth suddenly, and the hand that was placed on Jun Tianyao's abdomen gently held Jun Tianyao's fingers, cold and dead, all glowed between the fingers and the palm.

"Ahem! I, I still like...you...call me, Jun...jun..."

The man with dizzy pupils could no longer see Murong Qi's appearance clearly, and even his voice was intermittently sad, but his tone was abnormally cheerful and full of vitality, full of vigor, like a piece of rag now Limp on the ground, his dilapidated body formed a stark contrast.

He didn't seem to feel the slightest pain at this moment, and he naturally and completely separated his spirit from his body.

"Junjun?"

Murong Qi murmured, and his squatting body slumped powerlessly on the ground: "You want me to call you Junjun?"

"Ha ha……"

Murong Qi laughed twice: "I also hope that you are just Junjun... Junjun won't push me like this, Junjun won't have such a cruel heart, Junjun can give me all the security and trust I want , in Junjun’s world, there is only Brother Ah Qi..."

His young and sharp eyebrows have already been dyed powerless and pale because of too much sorrow, and his black and bright hair like crow feathers has been dyed with vicissitudes because of too much running around, and he is cold and arrogant. The corners of her lips had already been stained with gloomy lines because of too many compromises.

Jun Tianyao's lips parted, his throat was clogged with blood foam, he didn't dare to open his mouth, and couldn't open his mouth, eager light shot out from his slack eyes, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

Murong Qi's waist was bent unbearably, one of his hands was pressed on the side of Jun Tianyao's neck, feeling the man's weaker and weaker meridians. Little by little.

Jun Tianyao's lips persisted and finally opened, but the foam kept overflowing, his eyes turned black for a while, and the fingers pinched in Murong Qi's palm were unconsciously clenched by the man, causing pain, his eyes lit up, Jun Tianyao Tianyao put all his strength into his fingertips, and stubbornly pressed his fingers on Murong Qi's palm, trembling, wanting to draw something.

It is impossible not to notice the movement in the palm, Murong Qi held his breath, his dead eyes stared blankly at his palm.