Chapter 372 Bai Qinghuan
Even though I knew the person on the stage was Bo Wanhua.
But Jiang Ciyou's eyes were still fixed on her.
Her fingers clenched into a fist.
The unconscious nervousness made her grab Shen Yibai's hand unconsciously.
She didn't know what would happen next.
Would Bo Wanhua really use the long sword to cut her neck?
She was extremely nervous.
But on the other side.
Shen Yibai, however, did not seem nervous at all.
Even his attention was not on the stage at all.
His eyes fell on Jiang Ciyou's hand, which was tightly holding his.
Jiang Ciyou pinched so hard that his fingers turned white.
Shen Yibai's palms were hurt by the grab.
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 slash her neck with the sword.
She finally dropped the long sword.
He laughed crazily.
Her sleeves fluttered wildly on the stage, and she seemed unable to stand.
She laughed wildly one moment and cried the next.
The phoenix crown and red hairpins on her head were all crooked, so she simply tore them off and threw them out heavily.
The jade crown on the stage was shattered 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 loudly and pointing at the sky.
Until a person appeared in her sight.
The person who came was Bo Jinxiu.
Bo Jinxiu was obviously in a hurry.
The coat didn't even come through.
There is a white sweater inside.
This sweater was bought by Jiang Ciyou as a prize in a shopping mall at Christmas.
It's a coupon for a men's clothing store.
She picked up a white sweater and gave it to her pretty boy.
As a result, this piece of clothing worth hundreds of dollars became Bo Jinxiu's favorite.
I take it out every winter and wear it over and over again.
But Bo Jinxiu does look very good in this dress.
His appearance was already otherworldly, and now dressed in white, he looked more like a banished immortal, transcendent and otherworldly.
When Bo Wanhua raised her head.
A person appeared in the hazy vision.
Someone who has been thinking about it day and night for half his life.
He was dressed in white, just standing there.
It felt so unreal, as if it had happened thousands of times in my dreams.
Brother Bai...
Today is your memorial day.
Are you back?
Bo Wanhua stood up slowly.
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 cried bitterly on the man's shoulder.
"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 at that time, I'm not afraid, I'm really not afraid."
Bo Wanhua seemed to have thought of something and began to tremble all over.
Her voice also changed, like a fierce ghost walking out of hell.
"I want to avenge you. I want all those people to go to hell."
She took a step back and laughed again: "Dead, all of them. I have returned the way they tortured us a thousand times. I have avenged you."
Bo Wanhua suddenly looked at her own hands. She wiped them vigorously on her body, then stretched her hands in front of the man with grievance: "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 is only one person left. After I kill that evil creature, I will come down to accompany you, okay?"
After saying that, Bo Wanhua hugged the man in front of her tightly again.
Bo Jinxiu's body was stiff.
As far as he could remember, this was the first time Bo Wanhua hugged him.
Real body temperature.
A real hug.
For a moment, Bo Jinxiu felt only sadness in his heart.
I didn't want to push it away.
But when he heard the word "bastard".
It's like being fed sulfuric acid.
It began to corrode from the inside out, emitting poisonous sizzling sounds. The internal organs were corroded and turned into pus, which coagulated with the blood into black, poisonous blood. Wherever it flowed, the place was corroded beyond recognition.
Bo Jinxiu clenched his fingers.
Finally, he spoke coldly: "Big sister, open your eyes and see who I am."
Hearing this familiar voice.
Bo Wanhua seemed to have a gun shot between her eyebrows.
My whole body stiffened.
She was originally still hugging Bo Jinxiu.
She didn't move.
It was Bo Jinxiu who took a step back on his own initiative.
With a look of disgust on his face, he 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 was as if something 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, however, said in a nonchalant tone: "Who do you think it is, sister?"
Bo Wanhua's expression changed from surprise 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.
It was a purgatory-like torture, as if the skin was being torn off inch by inch, and then when it was bloody, it was ironed with a hot iron until it was bloody.
That kind of pain still tears at her nerves and she cannot get rid of it.
Bo Jinxiu walked towards a stage.
Then he slowly picked up a long sword from the ground.
Then he walked back.
He stuffed the sword into Bo Wanhua's arms: "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.
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 looking for death!"
Bo Jinxiu said calmly: "Kill me, sister. If you think you can be freed by killing me, then go ahead."
Bo Wanhua's long sword accurately hit Bo Jinxiu's left chest.
This sword is extremely sharp.
She had spent a large sum of money to buy a genuine sword from the Spring and Autumn Period at a Sotheby's auction.
When I bought it, it was bronze green all over.
But they did not regard it as a priceless antique that had been passed down for thousands of years.
Over the years, Bo Wanhua has often sharpened it, and its edge 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 poked it towards his chest.