Dressed as a male protagonist

"I hate you and will never forgive you...forever..." The feeble voice floated in the air, as if his soul had left his body and wandered and dissipated in the empty space.

The sword in Lu Wuchen's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

It was obviously a feeble voice, but when it reached his ears, it sounded like a heavenly bell, resounding through his soul and deafeningly, and even made his heart split, his blood flow backwards, and his whole body became cold.

He should pick up the sword and point it at the man who kept him out of control.

But everything is messed up.

He couldn't move, couldn't think, his whole mind was filled with Wei Ling's pained and desperate eyes, and his lifeless voice.

What went wrong?Why is this the result now?

Lu Wuchen remained silent, looking at Wei Ling quietly and peacefully.

This quiet and peaceful, just like the eve of the storm.No matter how well he pretended, everyone present - except Wei Ling - could sense the tyranny and madness that was hidden under the calm and would overturn all tyranny like a tsunami at some point.

"I said, she hit it by herself!" He explained again, this time he said each word, as if crushed and chewed several times in his mouth before spitting it out, with suppressed mania and anger.

Wei Ling didn't look at him again.He didn't speak any more.

He lowered his head and stroked the cheek of his lifeless fiancée, heartbroken, but powerless.

It shouldn't be like this.

He kept repeating in his heart, it shouldn't be like this...

But the facts were in front of his eyes, and he couldn't tolerate any denial and self-deception.What should he do?

Without permission, a tear ran out of the eye socket and hit Shen Lingxue's face, wetting her cheek.

If there is one, there will be two, and the tears that could no longer be stopped flowed down.

Innocent people died because of him, died in his arms, and before he even had time to hear her last words, Yin and Yang were separated...

The great grief was mixed with the guilt that flooded his soul, which made him finally let go of his defenses and burst into tears.

Everyone was shocked, and then they were at a loss.

The majestic head of the Seven Meridians of the Wanzong Sect cried so desperately, what could have surprised and bewildered them more than this?

Lu Lianjun slowly sat down on the ground as if losing strength.

It's over, it's over.

She muttered, her eyes subconsciously turned to Lu Wuchen, watching him go from unbelievable to ferocious, and then fall into the vortex of pain.

Did you just find out now?Lu Lianjun smiled bitterly and mockingly.

It's too late.

"late."

Accompanied by Lu Lianjun's heart whispering, someone spoke for her.

It's Xuanxiang.

After he said those two words, he took a deep breath, squatted beside Wei Ling, and wanted to take Shen Lingxue out of the other's arms, but Wei Ling hugged him tightly.

"...she's dead."

The distress and pity in his tone couldn't be concealed, but the person who felt distressed couldn't feel it.Instead, she looked at him with reddened corners of her eyes, like an enemy.

Yes.

enemy.

He regarded him as an enemy, and everyone as an enemy.Except for the woman who died in his arms, everyone else was an enemy.

And it does.

Obviously they could stop Shen Lingxue from rushing forward, and they could obviously stop Lu Wuchen's long sword from piercing in, but none of them moved.

Whether it was intentional or not, Shen Lingxue was indeed killed.None of them escaped blame.

Xuan Xiang couldn't tell what kind of emotion was smoldering in his heart, it was so swollen and tossed that he couldn't utter a word of comfort no matter how much he took a deep breath.

"No! This is not right!" Suddenly, Lu Wuchen grabbed his hair and took a painful step back.

He cried?

He actually cried!

He also said he hated him?

How can he hate him? !

"It's not me!!!" he yelled uncontrollably, but no one paid any attention to him.

"It's not me... I didn't want to kill her! Master... Master, you believe me!" He wanted to approach his master, but lost all courage when he touched the tear-stained face .

All the memories of the past returned to the brain in a very short period of time, but what they brought was a despair so strong that it was almost suffocating.

what did he doHe personally created a gap between him and his master that could never be bridged!

He couldn't believe it, couldn't believe it!

Hurt, trample, miss!What has he been doing all this time? !

A painful cry burst out from the depths of his throat, infecting the crowd who were unwilling to pay attention to him, making everyone immediately alert.

Bai Ying even stood in front of Lu Wuchen and glared at him: "Enough! Lu Wuchen! Didn't you hurt him enough? I'm so supportive of you before! You let me down!"

harm?

Yes, hurt.

He did so many things that hurt him, and he thought it was just his own illusion.

Lu Wuchen was panting in pain, his eyes were slumped but dead still.

For this forgotten love, in just one day and two nights, even dating back to the first time he saw him in the Outer World a year ago, he struggled, suppressed, and strangled, but he never succeeded.Even if there was occasional confusion and confusion, but only for a moment, as long as he thought of his face and his eyes, he could not help missing him and falling in love with him.

This love could not find any basis in his blank memory, but it brought him no less humiliation and torture.

So he was deceiving himself, feeling resentful, even using a double-ended sharp knife to hurt the other party and himself.

But what did he get?

despair!pain!

The intense emotion in his heart was like a flood that opened the gate, a raging tsunami, rushing madly in his chest, as if it was going to crush his internal organs and pierce his chest!

He was trembling, and there was an indistinct crackling sound deep in his throat, and his right hand slowly raised his clothes to grab his chest, trying to stop the growing pain.

But so what?The pain is still clamoring, and the despair is still pervasive.

He understood that only that person could save him.

There were no tears in Wei Ling's eyes.He quietly stared at the gradually cooling face in his arms, there was no more pain in his heart, only endless numbness and coldness.

He is not hating.He is just tired.

Since he came into this world, he has not had a single day of happiness or happiness.Lu Wuchen forced him to death, did not give him a retreat, did not let him breathe, and finally pulled him from the independent world into his world, but abandoned him in the end.

Still in such a cruel way.

So he doesn't hate.

Hate needs strength and emotion, but he not only has no strength, but also no extra emotion to dedicate to the other party.

His gradually calm face frightened the disciples behind him.

"Master..." Feeling the increasingly low and dying breath on Wei Ling's body, Fei Le sat slumped on the ground, suppressing his crying.

Xuanyuan Mo squatted behind him and embraced him, looking at Lu Wuchen whose expression was sometimes slumped and sometimes crazy with extremely complicated eyes.Then he said, "If it were me, even if I forgot everything, I wouldn't be willing to hurt you a single iota."

The abrupt confession spread to everyone's ears, making everyone's expressions different, but it also made Lu Wuchen wake up suddenly.

All the memories kept replaying in his mind, and finally it was fixed at the scene where Wei Ling looked up at him and asked him over and over again in a sad and desperate voice:

"If you hate me... you can send the sword in your hand into my chest instead of the chest of an innocent person; you can use your evil spirit to drag me into the endless abyss instead of dragging innocent juniors into the endless abyss; You can use your hatred to take everything from me, not... everything from the people around me."

How can I be willing?Lu Wuchen closed his eyes slightly, and roared in his heart, even if he didn't remember everything, he still knew who his heart was beating for, and who his desire was moved by.How could he kill him!What's more, he has recovered his memory at this time!

Suppressing the pain that pierced his heart and lungs, Lu Wuchen supported himself, tried his best to walk in front of Wei Ling, and knelt down: "Do you hurt?" He stretched out his hand in front of Wei Ling, and wiped away the tears on his cheeks, Lu Wuchen said , "But it hurts more..." He touched his heart, and grabbed Wei Ling's hand with the other hand, hoping that he could touch his heart, "Touch it, it hurts so much that it almost dies It's..."

Wei Ling looked at him slowly, then withdrew his hand.

"Do you have a heart?" The cold and unfeeling words spit out from Wei Ling's mouth, like a sharp knife stabbing into Lu Wuchen's heart.

He whimpered, bent down deeply, and buried his face in his palms.

But under his palm was Shen Lingxue's already icy body.

From now on, this body will lie between the two people who were originally in love, like an abyss, a sharp sword with two heads, whoever takes a step forward will be seriously injured.

Clear water droplets overflowed from between Lu Wuchen's fingers and landed on Shen Lingxue's lapel.

A cold reprimand broke out suddenly: "Get away! Don't dirty her!"

Lu Wuchen's trembling body stopped suddenly, as if the summer thunder suddenly withdraws, no one knows whether it will be followed by a powerful and terrifying lightning, or a clear sky when the haze has dissipated.

He slowly lowered his hands, lowered his head, and moved his knees, away from the source of his heartbreak.

Wei Ling watched indifferently, as if he had withdrawn all his feelings for Lu Wuchen in this short period of time, and just looked at him coldly as a bystander and law enforcement officer.

Only Prime Minister Xuan understood that the dead silence in Wei Ling's eyes was because his heart...was not withdrawn, but dead.

"Who are you showing this to?" Wei Ling said in an emotionless voice, "It's disgusting."

"So sinister, so despicable, so dark... I was really blind to accept you as my apprentice. Why didn't I kill you sooner? You deserve to die!"

Words that were so cruel and vicious that the onlookers couldn't listen to them kept coming out of Wei Ling's mouth.He looked at Lu Wuchen's distorted face in pain, but felt nothing in his heart.His brain seemed to stop functioning, he couldn't think, he couldn't move, his nerve center completely stopped working, and his heart lost all senses.Only the language center subconsciously controls his vocal cords, making him utter more unbearable curses and insults.

I don't know how long he scolded... until the palms of his hands hidden under Shen Lingxue's body couldn't stop trembling, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more dense.Lu Wuchen finally broke out.

Wei Ling blinked, the sweat dripping from the eyelashes, the clear voice was mixed with Lu Wuchen's roar, it couldn't be heard, but it could be felt.

The author has something to say: Hey, that’s why Miss Shen can’t die. Wei Ling can forgive Lu Wuchen for hurting him, but he can’t tolerate the death of a girl who has been let down by him, and she still dies at Lu Wuchen’s hands. 2333

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