Chapter 372 Bai Qinghuan
Even though I knew that the person on the stage was Bo Wanhua.
But Jiang Ciyou's eyes were still fixed on her.
Her fingers clenched into a fist.
Unconscious nervousness made her unconsciously grasp Shen Yibai’s hand.
She didn't know what would happen next.
Will Bo Wanhua really slit her own throat with a sword?
Her heart was beating extremely fast.
But the other side.
Shen Yibai, however, didn't seem nervous at all.
Even his attention was not on the stage at all.
His eyes fell on Jiang Ciyou's hand that was tightly holding his.
Jiang Ciyou pinched so hard that his fingers turned white.
The grip made Shen Yibai's palm hurt.
But he never said a word.
Jiang Ciyou's eyes were still fixed on the stage.
In the end, she did not see Bo Wanhua slitting her own throat with a sword.
She finally dropped the sword.
He laughed madly.
Her sleeves danced wildly on the stage and she seemed unable to stand.
She laughed wildly one moment and cried the next.
The phoenix corona and red hairpins on her head were all crooked, so she simply tore them off and threw them out heavily.
The jade crown shattered on the stage and pearls were scattered all over the floor.
Bo Wanhua's body was trembling, like a broken leaf falling from a branch. She was wailing and pointing to the sky.
Until a person appeared in her sight.
The person who came was Bo Jinxiu.
Bo Jinxiu was obviously in a hurry.
The coats didn't even come through.
There is a white sweater underneath.
Jiang Ciyou got this sweater as a prize from a lottery at a shopping mall on Christmas.
It's a coupon for a men's clothing store.
She picked up a white sweater at random and gave it to her pretty boy.
As a result, this piece of clothing worth several hundred dollars became Bo Jinxiu's favorite.
I take it out every winter and wear it over and over again.
But Bo Jinxiu really looks good in this dress.
His appearance was already extraordinary, and now dressed in white, he looked even more like a banished immortal, otherworldly and otherworldly.
When Bo Wanhua looked up.
A person appeared in the hazy vision.
Someone I've been thinking about day and night for half my life.
He was dressed in white and just stood there.
It was so unreal, as if it had happened in a dream a thousand times.
Brother Bai...
Today is your memorial day.
Are you back?
Bo Wanhua slowly stood up.
She stumbled towards that direction.
The boy in my memory overlaps with the person in front of me.
Tears welled up in her eyes like crazy.
She rushed over like crazy.
She hugged the man in the moonlight.
"Brother Bai, Qinghuan, Qinghuan, you are finally back. Are you finally willing to come and see me?"
Bo Wanhua leaned on the man's shoulder and cried bitterly.
"You must be blaming me, right? You must hate me, right? I'm sorry, Qinghuan, I'm sorry. I left you alone. I didn't leave with you. I should have died with you right then. I'm not scared. I really am not scared."
Bo Wanhua seemed to have thought of something and began to tremble all over.
Her voice also changed, like a ghost from hell.
"I want to avenge you. I want all those people to go to hell."
She took a step back and burst into laughter again. "Dead, all of them. I've returned the way they tortured us a thousandfold. I've avenged you."
Bo Wanhua suddenly looked at her hands. She wiped them vigorously on her body, then stretched her hands out to the man with a wronged look on her face: "My hands are stained with the blood of many people. I can never wash them clean again."
She laughed again: "But it doesn't matter. As long as those people can go to hell, it doesn't matter how many people I kill."
Bo Wanhua took a step forward.
She put her hand on the man's cheek and said, "Qinghuan, there's only one person left. After I kill that bastard, I'll come down to accompany you, okay?"
After saying that, Bo Wanhua hugged the man in front of her tightly again.
Bo Jinxiu's body stiffened.
As far as he could remember, this was the first time Bo Wanhua hugged him.
Real body temperature.
A real embrace.
For a moment, Bo Jinxiu felt a bitter taste in his heart.
I didn't want to push it away.
But when he heard the word "evil seed".
It's like being fed sulfuric acid.
It began to corrode from the inside out, emitting poisonous gases. The internal organs were corroded and festered, and the blood coagulated into black, poisonous blood. Wherever it flowed, the place was corroded beyond recognition.
Bo Jinxiu clenched his fingers.
Finally, he said coldly: "Sister, open your eyes and see who I am."
Hearing this familiar voice.
Bo Wanhua felt like she had been stabbed in the middle of her eyebrows.
His whole body stiffened.
She was originally still hugging Bo Jinxiu.
She didn't move.
Instead, Bo Jinxiu took a step back on his own initiative.
He had a look of disgust on his face, straightened his clothes, and brushed his sleeves with his hands as if there was something dirty on them.
Bo Wanhua still had an incredible expression on her face.
It felt like something was shattered before my eyes.
Bai Qinghuan's face gradually disappeared from his sight.
Instead, it was replaced by Bo Jinxiu's face.
Bo Wanhua's expression was stiff: "Why is it you?"
Bo Jinxiu said calmly, "Who do you think it is, big sister?"
Bo Wanhua's expression changed from astonishment and shock to disgust and hatred.
"Bo! Jin! Xiu! I'm going to kill you!"
A scene from many years ago emerged in Bo Wanhua's mind.
The purgatory-like torture was like tearing off the skin inch by inch, and then ironing it with a hot iron until it was bloody.
That kind of pain still tears at her nerves and she can't let it go.
Bo Jinxiu walked towards a stage.
Then he slowly picked up a long sword on the ground.
Then he walked back.
He stuffed the sword into Bo Wanhua's arms and said, "Come on, kill me."
Bo Jinxiu was very calm, as calm as if he was talking about tonight's weather.
on the contrary.
But the calmer he was, the more Bo Wanhua thought he looked like a madman.
He was a madman, even crazier than her at heart.
Bo Wanhua picked up the sword and pressed it against Bo Jinxiu's chest.
"Bo Jinxiu, you think I don't dare? You are simply courting death!"
Bo Jinxiu's expression was indifferent: "Kill me, sister. If you think that killing me will free you, then go ahead."
Bo Wanhua's long sword accurately hit Bo Jinxiu's left chest.
This sword is extremely sharp.
It was a genuine sword from the Spring and Autumn Period that she had bought at a Sotheby's auction at a high price.
When I bought it, it was covered in bronze green.
But they did not regard it as an antique that had been passed down for thousands of years and was worth a fortune.
Over the years, Bo Wanhua has often sharpened it, and its blade has long been unstoppable and can cut through iron like mud.
Bo Wanhua looked at Bo Jinxiu's face.
He thrust his arm hard and stabbed it towards his chest.
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