Yu Qizhe's grip on the longbow tightened little by little, blue veins bulged on the back of his hand, and his sentimental and cold peach blossom eyes became gloomy as if a dark cloud was pressing down on the head, staring indifferently at the two people hugging each other not far away.
He looked at Yu Jiao's tear-stained face and her helpless and desperate expression. The place where her chest was stabbed seemed to be hollowed out. The damp and cold wind mixed with sea water rushed in, causing a dull pain.
After all, he was conceited.
He thought that even if there was a story between her and Cheng Ying that he could never interfere with, that had long become a thing of the past.
Her heart belonged to him.
But at this moment, looking at her tearful face for Cheng Ying, her tears of collapse and despair, her helpless and embarrassed crying, Yu Qizhe suddenly felt that the person who was completely defeated and defeated was clearly himself.
He suddenly became unsure about the past.
The two people hugging each other in front of them were clearly supporting each other, and her sobbing and pleading seemed to confirm this point.
It was as if he was the one who committed the heinous crime and wanted to separate them.
Yu Qizhe put the arrow on the bow, thinking maliciously - to kill Cheng Ying.
As long as there is such a person alive in this world, Jiaojiao's heart will not belong to him completely. There will be such a person who has a common and inseparable past with her and a bond that is enough to make her lose her mind and be heartbroken.
Only when Cheng Ying disappeared and never existed in this world, could she become the Jiaojiao who only had eyes for him.
Yu Qizhe held the bowstring with his thumb, and slowly placed his index and middle fingers on top of his thumb. He aimed at Cheng Ying's throat, endured the pain of the tearing wound on his chest, and pulled the bowstring.
Through her tearful eyes, Yu Jiao saw the arrow pointing straight at her with a cold glow. Her whole body was cold and she wiped away her tears in disbelief. She looked clearly at Yu Qizhe's face, which was so cold that it almost made her feel unfamiliar.
She begged him to save her senior brother, but he drew his longbow again, wanting to take her senior brother's life.
The tall body in her arms was getting colder and colder, and was on the verge of falling due to exhaustion. Yu Jiao could no longer hold him. She staggered and fell to the ground, but she still covered the wound on Cheng Ying's back with her hand.
"Yu Qizhe..." Yu Jiao cried out in pain, her voice becoming hoarse, "He is already dying, and you still want to kill him?"
Her question was like a heavy blow, and Yu Qizhe's arm holding the longbow trembled slightly.
The night breeze at the seaside was obviously salty and humid, but when Yu Qizhe breathed it into his lungs, he tasted the bitter taste of blood. It turned out that he had bitten his cheek at some point, and there was a disgusting raw and rusty taste between his lips and teeth.
He closed his eyes, suppressed the terrifying scarlet bloodshot in his eyes, and continued to tighten his hand holding the longbow, like a self-torture. He wanted to see how far she could go for him. What did Cheng Ying mean to her?
"What if I insist on killing him?" Yu Qizhe couldn't tell the tone of voice he used when he said this.
Yu Jiao stared at Yu Qizhe in a daze, her tears falling to the ground like beads that had broken off the string.
She hugged Cheng Ying tightly, trying her best to protect him completely with her petite body, and then she faced the direction of the arrow, and said with trembling lips and teeth: "If you want to kill him, kill me first. I already owed my brother a life, and I can't owe him another life."
She recalled how her senior brother had been so kind to her, always cleaning up her messes, rushing to her side whenever she needed him, carrying her on his back through the Qinling Mountains countless times, and even her grandfather's funeral was handled by her senior brother...
Even though being Cheng Ying's senior brother was a thousand faults and wrongs, he was still Fu Chuan.
It was the senior brother Fu Chuan who rushed to her side first, rushed in front of her, and protected her tightly behind him when there was a medical dispute, but lost his life for it.
She had already paid back what she owed him, so how could she watch him die in front of her again?
She had already killed him once, and this time, it was her turn to stand in front of her senior brother.
"Jiaojiao, stop crying. I should have died long ago. It's God's mercy that I can live longer in this life." Cheng Ying's voice was so weak that Yu Jiao, who was hugging him tightly, could hardly hear it. He coughed up blood. The arrow shot by Yu Qizhe hit his heart, but it also triggered the poisonous worm in his body.
He forgot which Miao people he had heard this from, but after the Miao poisonous insects enter the human body, they will lodge in the human heart, which is the place where the human body's vitality is most abundant.
The poisonous insect in his body probably sensed that the host's life was slipping away, so it began to frantically devour his flesh and blood, trying to accumulate strength and break out of his body.
The first things to be eaten are the internal organs.
"It's normal for him to kill me." Cheng Ying took a hard breath, blood constantly flowing out of his mouth, soaking Yu Jiao's clothes. He raised his hand with all his strength, touched Yu Jiao's head, and comforted her, "If it were me, I would not show mercy to him. He and I are mortal enemies who will never stop fighting until one of us survives."
He pulled the corner of his lips and gently stroked Yu Jiao's cheek, "Because we all want to monopolize you, and wish that the other person had never appeared. The winner lives, and the loser dies. There is no need to need him, and there is no need to blame him. I have lived two lives, and I have lived enough."
What's more, he died in her arms, and before he died, he could see her shed so many tears for him.
He leaned in Yu Jiao's arms, feeling unprecedented satisfaction and peace. After living as a walking corpse for so many years, he was already tired.
The feeling of waiting for someone but never getting there. For twenty years, spring and autumn have passed, countless days and nights without her, accompanied only by pain and countless nightmares.
At that time, he thought that living again was not God's mercy and compensation, but torture.
Fortunately, he finally waited for her.
But God's mercy is limited. This stolen life is so unfair. He became a eunuch, and he and Jiaojiao were always in trouble.
He was disabled and had such low self-esteem that he dared not recognize Jiaojiao. He loathed himself, but could not suppress the crazy obsession in his heart, so he forcefully abducted her, wanting to persist to the end.
Today, death is a relief for him. At least Jiaojiao can relax a little and no longer be trapped by him against his will.
"Jiaojiao, I've been very tired these years. Life is so boring..." Cheng Ying murmured, "Finally, I can take a good rest."
"Brother, are you going to abandon me again?" Yu Jiao almost cried loudly, like an abandoned child, hugging Cheng Ying tightly, "You can't be so selfish and always abandon me! Fu Chuan, do you know how I lived all those years after you left?"
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