Who am I? ”

"You are a wicked person, and even more so, a sinner, and even if you die, you will not be able to make up for the sins you have committed. You are not even qualified to repent of your crimes! ”

Nie Jiuque was emotional and roared loudly at him.

“…… What exactly do you mean? ”

Nie Jiuque grabbed Jun Moyan's collar and approached him with a full body of anger.

"What do you mean? Let me tell you Jun Moyan, you and Xiao Ai will never be possible, you owe her, and you owe me even more. Remember, you are a sinner, and everyone in this world can say that they love her, but you are not qualified! ”

Nie Jiuque's accusations, whether it was Jun Moyan or Ace, actually couldn't understand it.

But facing Nie Jiuque's eyes full of hatred, Jun Moyan's body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his heart began to panic for no reason.

Nie Jiuque's eyes were telling him that he was guilty.

And this crime, which he doesn't know at all, is likely to implicate Xiao Ai.

Thinking that he might have done something sorry for Xiao Ai in his previous life, fear and panic grew crazy in his heart.

“…… What are you talking about? What exactly do you mean? Can you tell me clearly? Who the hell am I? What do I owe Ai? What do I owe you?! ”

After venting, Nie Jiuque calmed down, and his scarlet eyes returned to clarity.

He looked at Jun Moyan's face in front of him, endured the murderous intent of hatred, and finally let go of the hand that grabbed his collar.

"Stop dreaming about unrealistic, protect your life, and keep it to atone."

Nie Jiuque dropped this sentence and disappeared in front of Jun Moyan and Ace.

The phrase "unrealistic" refers to Wen Xiaoai.

Whether it is Ying'er or Xiao Ai, it is all his Nie Jiuque's.

Jun Mo Yan's delusions were only aggravating his own crimes.

"You come back, you come back to me! Make it clear. ”

"You give me back Xiao Ai."

"Give it back!"

Jun Mo Yan searched around like crazy, but Nie Jiuque had already disappeared without a trace.

"Calm down."

Ace grabbed Jun Moyan's shoulder hard......

——

In the pitch-black woods, a black figure swept quickly.

A bloodied hand propped up the trunk of the tree.

"Poof......

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Feng Liyan covered his chest with one hand and supported the trunk of the tree with the other, barely stabilizing his crumbling body.

And the hand he held on to the trunk of the tree was holding a black mask.

There was blood dripping from the chin of the mask.

Feng Liyan's miserable white face was covered with cold sweat.

He leaned over the trunk of the tree and slowly sat down.

He has a serious cleanliness habit, and he can't care about cleanliness at the moment.

I can only try to ignore the uncleanliness under my body.

The mask fell from his hand to the ground.

Feng Liyan took out a small porcelain bottle from his body, took two pills, and the messy breath slowly stabilized.

The back of his head rested against the trunk of the tree, looking at the dark ahead, slightly distracted.

Was it right or wrong for him to do this?

Feng Liyan actually understood in his heart that he should think about the overall situation.

He shouldn't have saved Jun Moyan, but......

Jun Mo Yan, I only saved you this time, just for the little princess and the white clothes.

The next time, if you die in front of me, I won't pay attention to it.

Feng Liyan only hopes that his private deeds will not cause greater mistakes.

——

"Hmm......" Wen Xiaoai woke up in a daze under a purple tree.

Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, he saw Nie Jiuque, who was dressed in a black robe, who didn't know when he would come back, and was sitting next to her at the moment meditating and pranayama.

Wen Xiaoai, who had a sharp nose, smelled a faint smell of blood.