"Mu Qianqian, don't follow me anymore."
Zhao Wujiang can no longer remember how many times he has said this.
After he killed Li Shancun and settled Zhuge Xiaobai, he pursued Dugu Mingyue and others, but he never thought that he would bump into Mu Qianqian on the way.
There were grudges and grudges between him and Mu Qianqian.
Mu Qianqian was one of the culprits responsible for the collapse of the Xia Dynasty that year, and was a blood feud that shattered the country.
Mu Qianqian gave Zhao Wujiang a pleasant surprise at the last moment, ripping out his heart and letting him die directly to avoid being tortured by Yue Bufan.
Now, Mu Qianqian blocked two strong men from the Wu Family Sword Cave for him.
But kindness is kindness, and hatred is hatred. It is difficult for kindness and hatred to offset each other.
Especially this hatred is not only the hatred of Zhao Wujiang, but also the hatred of so many people in Daxia who died that year.
It's just that he doesn't know what to do for a moment?
Since he bumped into him, he killed Mu Qianqian directly?
This thought was in his mind the moment he bumped into Mu Qianqian.
But it was quickly denied.
It's not that he is merciful, but since Mu Qianqian was able to escape from the clutches of an old man and a young man from the Wu Family Sword Cave, his strength will definitely not be what he appears to be.
He has not yet fully recovered his strength, so it would be unwise to act rashly.
Mu Qianqian had no murderous intention and just followed him a foot behind.
Not more, not less, as if protecting him and monitoring him.
"I won't do anything to you." Mu Qianqian said seriously:
"real."
"But why have you been following me?" Zhao Wujiang frowned:
"Aren't you afraid that after I recover, I will cut you off with one sword?"
"Don't be afraid." Mu Qianqian pursed her lips and showed a faint smile, which looked a little sweet:
"It's not a bad thing to die in your hands."
"Even so, I will not forgive you." Zhao Wujiang said harsh words. These were truly cruel words. Even if he killed Mu Qianqian, even if Mu Qianqian died, he would not be able to forgive Mu Qianqian.
"Okay." Mu Qianqian's expression was a little stiff, and she squeezed the little toad tightly with her jade hands in her sleeve robe. The two big eyes of the little toad were pinched, and she didn't know what happened for a moment.
"But maybe I can forgive myself..." Mu Qianqian hesitated, and then said what she said in response to Yue Bufan at that time. She had a death wish.
"Why do you forgive yourself? Do you deserve it?" Zhao Wujiang turned around, his emotions finally fluctuating violently. His eyebrows were angry, and his eyes were bloodshot like red threads wrapped around laurel:
"You killed so many people, can you forgive yourself?
This is your mistake!
Wrong, wrong, you know?
A mistake may fade over time, but it will never go away, it will always be there!
If you didn’t bring your mistakes in life, you can’t take them with you in death!
You can't take it away! "
Mu Qianqian's delicate body trembled and swayed a little.
Zhao Wujiang's words made her feel like she had fallen into an ice cellar, bitingly cold yet so real.
“It is almost impossible to atone for a wrong done.
No matter how many good things you do, you can never make up for it. "Zhao Wujiang's mood stabilized a little, and he said in a deep voice:
"Stop following me.
Even if you die in my hands, you won't be able to escape.
I want you to live with guilt until the moment I come to take back what is yours. "
Mu Qianqian felt a little short of breath. She squatted on the ground and buried her head in her arms, like a homeless child with no where to go.
There was crying in the sound of the urn.
Zhao Wujiang has left.
At the same time, Dugu Mingyue held Xiao Nianxia in her arms, her beautiful eyes full of despair.
An old man appeared in front of them. The old man waved his hand and shrank to an inch.
"This time, you can't escape again!"
The old man smiled jokingly and smacked his palm, penetrating the void and hitting Xiao Nianxia directly.
"No!"
Dugu Mingyue let out a heartbreaking cry.
