Chapter 239 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (77)

The man's face was even more panicked than Wen Xien, with a pair of bloody eyes and awkward.

Wen Xien trembled with her pair of eyelashes covered with tears, and her voice was soft, "I dreamed of my sister... She said she was lonely, and she wanted me to accompany her..."

Ma Junying's heart tightened, and his limbs were cold in an instant. His heart was now in a mess, but he pretended to be calm and wiped away the tears from her cheeks, "Yeah... don't do stupid things. I believe your Qiao Ling hopes you will live a better life. You should live on your behalf now. I don't think Qiao Ling should want to see you like this."

Lie, how could my sister hope she can live better? If she really knew, Qiao Ling would not have chosen such a cruel way to die in front of her.

Why is Qiao Ling's method not another kind of revenge?

Wen Xien's eyes were empty, as if no light could shine in.

"Please..."

He could hardly say anything idioms, but he kept begging for something hoarsely and brokenly in Wen Xien's ears.

He heard Wen Xien whisper: "Sister loves you so much, okay if you go down to accompany her? He is really lonely alone. She cried to me in her dream. It's really annoying. Why can't she forget you until she dies!"

Wen Xien, who was originally quiet, suddenly struggled.

But he was locked in his arms by Ma Junying and held his wrist.

"Why!" Wen Xien yelled at him.

Ma Junying looked at her but didn't say anything.

The panic in his heart made it difficult for him to breathe. He wanted to beg Wen Xien, but he knew that Wen Xien would not listen to any of his begging.

Wen Xien was still struggling, and she seemed to have lost her mind.

At this time, he finally regretted a little. If Qiao Ling had not died, if he had protected Wen Xien and did not cause him any harm in school, wouldn't this irreversible situation be caused?

Her eyes were red, her hands and feet were bound and unable to move. Wen Xien suddenly bit Ma Junying's shoulder.

She used her power very hard, biting the place so bloody that it was covered with blood and deep bite marks on the edges.

"I killed my sister..."

Ma Junying just patted Wen Xien's back without any avoidance or struggle, allowing her to bite her on her shoulder.

But when he heard Wen Xien's desperate words and said that she had killed Qiao Ling, Ma Junying's brain, which had always been calm, was panicked.

"No, no, it's my fault that it has nothing to do with you!"

Ma Junying grabbed Wen Xien's shoulders, trying to let her know that the person in front of her was the murderer.

"Yeah, don't think about it anymore. It's me, it's my fault."

He comforted Wen Xien's emotions on the verge of collapse and found that his hands were shaking even more powerful than Wen Xien.

The emotions of the person in his arms seemed to be slowly stabilizing. Ma Junying closed her eyes and before she could even smile, her chest suddenly felt a stinging pain.

Ma Junying was stunned. He slowly let go of his hand, lowered his head and saw a knife on his chest. He looked at Wen Xien in disbelief.

He shouted in a hoarse voice, "Yeah..."

Wen Xien smiled, which was full of pathological paranoia, and her pale face was originally extremely beautiful, but it made people feel chill because of its too bright smile.

"You said you were wrong, okay, okay." The knife on your chest was stabbed deeper, and Wen Xien smiled even more evilly, "Then you have been guilty, aren't you? Go and accompany your sister, okay?"

"Yeah, I'm not afraid of death." Ma Junying touched the corner of Wen Xien's eyes with attachment. His eyes were so gentle, as if he was looking at the person he loved the most in his life.

"I'm afraid that if I die, no one can cry to you. If you are bullied, who will stand up for you?"

"I love you yes." Ma Junying looked at her with her eyelashes lowered, and extremely fanatical love appeared in her eyes. "No one in this world loves you more than me..."

Wen Xien:...

No, brother! The knife is over my chest, and my life is almost gone, so why do you say whether you love it or not?

Perhaps Ma Junying's even more crazier look stunned Wen Xien. Unpreparedly, Wen Xien was caught by Ma Junying.

But Ma Junying did not rush to pull out the knife. Instead, he clamped Wen Xien's wrist and stabbed the knife deeper.

Something warm was splashing on Wen Xien's face.

Wen Xien looked down at Ma Junying holding her hand in shock, and her fingers slowly began to tremble slightly.

Ma Junying stroked the skin of her wrist and looked at Wen Xien, her tone as if it was tempting, "As long as you want, I can give you my life at any time."

"Shut up!" Wen Xien took a few steps back, "What's the use of my life? I want my sister, I want Qiao Ling! I don't want you!"

"Yeah, I will treat you well..." Ma Junying took a step forward, "I will treat you thousands of times better than Qiao Ling, okay?"

Ma Junying's face was already pale, but his eyes were scarlet, which made the handsome face look a bit magical.

"As long as I am here, no one will dare to bully you again." Ma Junying walked forward.

Wen Xien suddenly screamed, "Don't come over!"

Ma Junying is on standby.

"Why?" Wen Xien's fingertips holding the dagger turned white, and blue veins burst out from the back of the snow-white hand. It seemed that as long as this person got closer, he would exert force into his deeper flesh.

Ma Junying's eyes softened and her voice was very low, "Because I love you."

"Love me?" Wen Xien laughed out loud, mocking, "Is this what you call love?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Xien pulled out the knife in his chest. Ma Junying groaned, his dark eyes lit up slightly. He didn't care about the wound on his body and wanted to touch the person in front of him.

But the person in front of him retreated repeatedly. Ma Junying was a little panicked, but she didn't dare to go forward and catch him.

"You always say you love me, but you look back and see where you do something with a little love?" Wen Xien said sarcastically, "My sister and I are fine. If it weren't for you, would I be like this? Will my sister die? You are the murderer!"

The pale-faced man, her figure was so thin, her cheeks were so thin, there was no light in her eyes, and there was a wilderness left.

"I am also a murderer..." Wen Xien raised the knife in his hand, with blood stained on the knife, and suppressed sobs sounded, and Ma Junying saw the tears falling from Wen Xien's eyes.

"Don't cry, um." Ma Junying couldn't bear to see her crying the most. When Wen Xien cried, she wanted to cry. She reached out to wipe her tears, but was thrown away by Wen Xien.

"I don't want you to die." Wen Xien's voice was filled with a tremolo, "I don't want you to accompany my sister."

(End of this chapter)
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