Chapter 119: I want to kill her

What would happen if the demons were without their God-given shackles?

Qingcheng Xie is Yu He's shackle, the one that can wrap around the magic dragon and restrain him from going crazy.

But Qingcheng Xie fell down.

Covered in blood and bruises, she just fell into Yu He's arms.

His blood became the fire that made the demon dragon rage, and the chains that held Yu He broke suddenly, shattering into pieces--

Yu He's eyes were bloodshot.

He doesn't quite remember how he put Qingcheng Xie down.

He only remembered Qingcheng Xie was heavy, leaning in his arms, heavy heat on his heart wound like that.

And when he put him down against the rock, the little warmth that used to anesthetize the pain was gone.

No more ......

Nope. There is. No more!!!

He coldly walks towards Awen Yi, who before now was like a stern ghost, but now, against Yu He, she is like a sheep who grew up listening to the sound of God's flute.

Yu He undoubtedly wants her dead.

Awen Yi : "What do you ...... you want to do?! You--"

He did not say a word, but it was as if he had turned into a dragon with wings and tail fangs, and lunged at the woman, pressing her against the rock wall with a force so violent that it was terrifying before she could raise her earthen spear!

In a flash, the tendons in his grip sharpened, and his fists and feet came crashing down! The pupils of his eyes shrank, his eyes were as black as ink, reflecting the look of Awen Yi being tormented by him to the point of pain, tearing her heart out.

She was screaming, cursing, resisting moment by moment.

It was like he couldn't even hear it.

He's crazy.

His heart, along with his person, was refined by Qingcheng Xie's blood.

At this moment, the devil dragon's ears can only hear the words of his only kind just now.

Cang Long said to him with relief: Yu He , that shot, I returned to you.

In fact, Qingcheng Xie no matter how the mouth, the deepest part of the mind, still remember the things Yu He did for himself at that time ......

So the club, he did not leave, and later so many absurd things happened, he did not really kill Yu He or beat Yu He to death, they have been entangled, Yu He time and again want him, but he chose to give himself up like a physical / body sacrifice, numb to perfunctory dismiss Yu He, did not use any extreme means to end this sick relationship.

Qingcheng Xie loathed all his actions, but perhaps Qingcheng Xie subconsciously always felt that there was one thing he owed him.

It was a matter of life and death, and Qingcheng Xie's soul could not breathe, and Qingcheng Xie was extremely reluctant to owe anything to others.

He may have been looking for a chance to be able to pay him back for the life he owed him.

In this way Qingcheng Xie can peacefully and completely break with him.

Is that so ......

That's right.

Yu He doesn't see Awen Yi anymore, he can't see her, he can't hear the cries, the curses, the twisted screams of this culprit.

Blood was splattered everywhere and the rainstorm was majestic.

He disarmed her gun in an extremely brutal fight, backhanded her struggling to stab herself with a knife, the blade turned, the murder weapon fell into his hands, he held the knife, without blinking, and violently stabbed down towards her palm!!!

"Ah ！！！！"

The murderer let out a scream as if it came from hell.

Yu He's face was splattered with a cluster of blood, his blood-stained face had no expression, but it looked more like a harsh ghost than she did.

"This slash." He said morosely, "is to return the kick you just stepped on my hand."

"Click." After he finished, he choked Awen Yi with one hand, and with the other hand, he dismantled the magazine of the clay gun and shook all the bullets out of it.

This woman is also really kill the heart of the faint, with such things will carry.

And now, both the knife and the gun are his, and he will choose one of them to end the life of the woman who hurt Qingcheng Xie--!

Kill her ......

Kill her!!!

He didn't choose a gun. He dismantled the gun and threw it straight into the mud.

It was something that had hurt Qingcheng Xie, and he didn't want to touch it again.

What's more, using a gun is ultimately too good to give a person a good end.

He just wants to torture them alive until they die.

Yu He did not care much to feel her struggle from violent to weak, from hopeful to desperate.

She is a moth with fluttering wings in his palm.

He felt that it was presumptuous to pounce on his fire and extinguish his light, so he caught it, and after making it taste severe pain, he wanted to judge it in general and end its life, even if the moth's pulp splashed and burst out to insult his full palm.

He pressed the bloodied blade against Awen Yi's neck.

In a soft voice, he said, "This slash is my way of sending you to hell."

His eyes are redder than a blood-stained knife, sharper than the blade.

He said sulkily, "It's over."

A flash of cold light!

See that knife is about to fall down to cut the throat!

However -

Just then, a very soft, raspy voice got a pass and arrived unimpeded all the way to his eardrums.

" Yu He ."

Yu He was stunned.

He was in chaos like a monsoon passing through his skull, suddenly up some clarity.

"--- Yu He!"

The chains of the devil dragon began to take shape again, from nothing to something, from bits of powder, into infinite bright light, reuniting in mid-air into the shape of chains - strangling the young man who was about to fling himself into the Abyss.

Yu He's consciousness was jerked back.

He turned his head unexpectedly.

Qingcheng Xie woke up at some point, leaning against the rock wall, covering his left arm, covered with blood, coughing gently.

" Yu He ......" Qingcheng Xie gasped and said hoarsely, "...... don't kill her ......"

"She's no longer able to fight back...you're over-defending if you keep fighting. Don't go and be a murderer. Don't be like her."

"......"

"Come here ...... listen to me ...... don't replace the law to judge anyone ......"

Qingcheng Xie said here, frowning and coughing violently, then he tilted his head back, his breathing stagnant, his chest heaving.

"You're already covered in blood."

"......"

" Yu He , put down the knife. Come to my side."

"Call the police. Let the police come and take her away. You yourself ......" Qingcheng Xie said, the wound hurt again, he frowned, "You yourself do not do it again."

Awen Yi, who fell in a pool of blood, heard these words and instead revealed a look more horrible than when facing death.

"Don't... don't call the police! I'd rather you kill me right now! Don't call the police!!!"

She's in a crazy state.

It was clear that she and her mother, Yuzhu Lu, were ultimately much less capable. Yuzhu Lu was pushing them to the brink, but Awen Yi was different.

She is like the clay gun that she secretly got, with a cavity of fire/powder, but in the end it is only the village people who commit treachery.

So even if she doesn't give an explanation, Qingcheng Xie knows that Awen Yi is not a member of that organization and that she has nothing to do with the RN13 crime case they are investigating.

" Yu He ...... come over quickly." Qingcheng Xie said hoarsely.

Yu He didn't move.

Qingcheng Xie again to speak, but he just fell down hit the lungs and the back of the head, at this time, although awakened, but said more words again is a shocking cough, coughing even in front of the eyes are black, suddenly choked out a mouthful of blood.

" Qingcheng Xie ......" Yu He murmured, slowly coming back to his senses.

Qingcheng Xie's command failed to make Yu He obedient, but his weakness did.

The dragon's blood-stained molars finally left the human neck.

Yu He was covered in blood, but got up, staggered, and stumbled towards him.

One step at a time.

The sharp knife slipped out of his palm. It fell to the ground with a clang.

" Qingcheng Xie ......!!!"

The dragon retracted its wings and landed on its perch beside Qingcheng Xie. He woke up like a dream, he nervously held him, he hugged him: "How are you? ...... How are you doing?!"

Qingcheng Xie shook his head, signaling that he was fine, then coughed lightly and said, "Go call the police."

Woman: "Don't call the police...no police!!! You kill me, you just kill me! Don't call the police..."

Qingcheng Xie :" Awen Yi , you killed someone ......!"

"......"

His cheeks were stained with blood and his eyes were stern: "The man behind the bookcase in the attic, embedded in the wall, was your father, right?"

"......" Awen Yi's expression became twisted for a moment, and with her face full of blood, it became even more terrifying to the point of being gut-wrenching.

She muttered, "He deserved it ......"

"You guys don't get it!!! He deserved it all!!!"

There was a thunderclap.

The sound of thunder trembling in the empty valley is like the huge movement of a green train starting.

--

It was as if time had rewinded with the roar to five years ago.

Qingli County train station platform.

"Drip-! Rumble rumble rumble-"

The car whistle is blaring long.

Awen Yi, carrying two old snake skin bags, did not look back as she boarded the green train that arrived in their small village late at night, her eyes loaded with resentment and disdain for the past, and full of excitement and anticipation for the future.

Awen Yi, who did not finish high school, did the same thing her stepmother did.

She had to escape from this human scrapyard-like village.

She was going to the city, to a new world of flowers.

Awen Yi is a very hardworking woman. A young, good working girl with good looks is not a problem to find a job in any city.

Even, there is no worry about finding a man.

She works as a salesperson in a shopping mall, selling bed sheets and covers, with a monthly salary of 2,000 plus commission, she is able to get a sloppy salary of more than 3,000. This salary is too low for many people in the city, but for Awen Yi, a working girl who just escaped from her rural home, it is enough.

The mall includes food and housing, three thousand dollars can be used to fulfill her own dreams.

The American-style cafes in the city center, she had only seen on TV before, thirty or so yuan a cup of coffee into the mouth a little bitter, but she held it sitting among the young people with laptops to code, as if she could also imagine herself as the heroine of the urban drama. Thirty yuan to buy a poor girl's dream, does not seem too extravagant.

They prefer to go to a quiet and elegant vegetarian restaurant hidden in an alley, where they can spend thousands of dollars for a set meal of natural and unpolluted green vegetables. But that kind of sushi restaurant gave Awen Yi's young debutants a chance to look at the lights of the metropolis from the rooftop of the building, thus compelling them to put down roots in the city and sacrifice the flesh and blood of their youth to this hot land, inspiring them to climb up and move forward.

Then there are those chain, shiny fast hotels.

You only need to pay less than 300 for a night, you can get a place to accommodate love, Awen Yi, of course, also envious of those draped in heavy furs, bare shoulders, stepping on Zhou Yangjie fine high heels, twisting the delicate waist, smiling and "successful men" in and out of high-end hotels, she walked through the door of those hotels, even the wind blowing out of the doorway is greasy. Even the wind blowing out of the doorway is fragrant and greasy.

But she lives fast, lives hospitality, also feels very content.

It's not that she didn't want that kind of extravagant life, but she saw that those beautiful women often have to match with fat-headed men, so she also felt that her own life is the best, after all -

Her man, so good, so handsome ah.

Yes, shortly after Awen Yi came to town, she had a boyfriend, a very handsome college student, and the first time she went to the barber store, she was ashamed to say she was shy and couldn't afford to pay a few thousand dollars for the expensive haircut card. You don't need to curl your hair, it already looks good straight now."

They thus exchanged WeChat, and one after another, they got together.

The boy is an accounting student at the University of X. He is a local, his mother is a mid-level state enterprise and his father is a police officer.

To many girls, such conditions would not be considered too privileged and would not breed insecurity or fear. But Awen Yi was different - after she kissed him for the first time, she looked at his handsome face, draped in the cashmere jacket he took off for her, and suddenly felt a sense of shame that she couldn't stand.

She cried out in shame as she remembered her parents, her origins, everything that had happened to her since she was a child.

He asked her in a daze what was wrong with her, was her kissing skills that bad?

She wiped the tears from her face, barely picked herself up, and then said, "No.

No, I just fell in love for the first time, and I'm happy.

She finally hid her identity from him, she did not dare to tell him that she was an escapee from the poorest and most gambling-addicted ghost village in Qingli County, with a gambling father and a half-sister. Her two mothers, one has long since fled to the ends of the earth and never looked back, and one is a corrupt and bribe-taking criminal in jail.

" Yuzhu Lu's daughter! The daughter of a criminal! Awen Yi, your own mother is in jail! Your stepmother is a cheating bitch!"

Even the village people looked down on her and insulted her in this way.

How could she dare to give herself up to her boyfriend in one piece?

She then lied to him.

In front of him, she portrayed herself as a hard-working college girl, studying at the school next door to X University, and in order to round up the lies, she even went to that school and asked the graduates to buy a set of textbooks, and often put a few in her carry-on bag when dating in a decent manner, making it look like she had just come to him after class.

He never got suspicious either, students tend to be clean in their relationships and he didn't bother to investigate any of her background.

But students won't always be students.

The day her boyfriend graduated and got his diploma, he asked her to meet him at that downtown rooftop revolving sushi restaurant that wasn't too cheap for students, and solemnly said to her, "Would you like to come home with me and meet my family?

She was surprised, delighted, and panicked.

At that moment she felt that she was a balloon was blown up, she was going to fly to the sky, but she was worried at any time that she would burst, would explode, a bang, everyone would find her inside was hollow, nothing, then everything would be over.

In fact, confessing to your boyfriend at this point in time may not make a scene to the point of no return.

But Awen Yi is too inferior, she is timid, she loves him very much, and because she loves him too much, she is extremely worried and afraid to say anything.

She ended up spending four months of her savings and went to the mall to buy a whole set of decent clothes - after all, she had said to her boyfriend that her family was a generation of books, her parents were newspaper reporters, although not very rich, but also rich.

She intends to keep the lies going.

For this reason, she had to decorate herself as much as possible in front of his parents, like an unscrupulous shopkeeper who wrapped some wormy apples in colored paper in an attempt to muddle through the fruit basket and sell them to inattentive customers.

The day she met his parents, she tied a beautiful ponytail, wearing a pure white knee-length dress, draped in a casual women's suit, stepping on a pair of imported Spanish lambskin shoes, her face applied a gentle and elegant light makeup. She also deliberately bought a set of imported toiletries, wanting to leave a good impression on her boyfriend's mother.

The boyfriend's parents took them to a nearby Western restaurant for a meal.

The best she'd been to before that was some medium to high priced chain Western steakhouse.

As she fumbled with the complicated table manners in the restaurant, she looked up and saw her boyfriend's mother gazing at her thoughtfully.

Awen Yi's heart thudded, and a certain feeling of foreboding vaguely emerged.

She knew that the worm's eye on the apple had been seen by the woman who had seen too much of the world.

After that meal, her boyfriend didn't contact her for a while.

As if she also knew something, despite the pain and suffering in her heart, but unspoken, patiently did not look for him.

Until one day, she had a fever, lying on the shabby wire bed she shared with her roommate, thinking about him, shedding tears, and finally couldn't resist sending him a message.

She said, "Honey, would you like to hear me explain?"

Boyfriend did not return.

She held the phone to her heart, and she didn't receive a single message from him before she couldn't support herself and drifted off to sleep. Naturally, early the next morning, the phone did not wait for a single reply from him either.

Breakups are sometimes so quiet that they don't make too much of a mess and leave some face to each other.

But she cried, lying on the bed in the dormitory and crying especially loudly, she felt that the mask she had tried to wear on her face was shattered in pieces at that moment, revealing that she was still the daughter of a gambler, the daughter of a criminal, who had come out of a poor village.

She met him again later on the road.

He soon had a new girl by his side, wearing a scarf that she might not be able to afford for a year of work, smiling to reveal two neat rows of snow-white teeth, face with her how to disguise can not pretend to be completely calm, quiet, elegant.

They didn't see her, and as she walked past, she happened to hear them talking with their backs to her, facing the window.

She heard him say, "I just got angry with the teller like that, you can't take me as discriminating against those who come from the countryside, I'm really scared of being cheated, I told you about my ex-girlfriend, my father later let the police station investigate her, she is all in the lie, she is a village to work people, dad owes more than 200,000 gambling debts, his own mother is actually a reform prisoner, I now think of her I am disgusted, I do not know how people can be so vicious ......"

She was really, really broken that day.

Is she really sinister?

She knew she had undoubtedly done wrong, but she had never wanted anything from him other than love.

In those days together, it was her who spent more money than him, because she thought of herself as older and as someone who was already making money, and she was genuinely in love with him.

She was so in love, so timid, so inferior, that she made a mistake, told a lie and then had to wrap it in an even bigger one.

The choice to do so was simply an instinct she had been trained to make - whenever she told people the truth about her, people either hypocritically appeased her or outright despised her, and she had had enough of such looks since she was a child, and she hated her father as much as she hated her mother.

Why can people's judgments about a person never be just about that person themselves?

Why always bring your family, bring your parents, bring the property deeds in the drawer, the money management and balance in the passbook card?

Awen Yi can't figure it out.

In all her years, she never received any bit of normal traction or love from her family of origin.

The father she saw was obscene, bestial, lazy, and she had no memory of her birth mother at all, but from the mouths of others, she heard all about the woman's greed, ruthlessness, and ruthlessness ......

She is the child they gave birth to, so she is evil at birth.

It is she who does not deserve the light.