The man turned his head in the bitter evening breeze and saw the familiar scene in the video tape just now.

Below here is a turbulent river that has never changed for decades. The river water is like a beast with its mouth open, and can swallow anything.

Mo Nanjue lowered his car speed, and the thunder was louder and heavier. The man rolled up his red maple cuffs and his slender arms were placed on the steering wheel. He turned his head, his scarlet pupils were comparable to those of jackals and wild leopards, staring at the newly built railing for a moment.

Almost made him blind.

At the beginning, it was here that something that seemed to him was ordinary. Revenge was taken, and blood debt was paid. When Mo Nanjue stood up from the pile of dead people, he already understood this truth.

But what if you understand?

Just because her parents died, these principles became nothing. She and him were not from the same world. Good and evil were separated from each other. Black and white were different paths, but Mo Nanjue never thought of dyeing her black. He said that as long as she wanted, he would empty his world into white.

That was left to her alone. He could live a normal life for her, buy groceries and cook for her, from nine to five, and he could throw away the rich and rich lights and wine. Mo Nanjue thought, maybe they really went to an island to live, and he would throw away the dignity and status for her.

But then he realized that he was really a delusion. How could a person like him get ordinary love? He said love is love, and if he loves, he will love deeply, but these are really useless. What can love prove? Can it resist the deep hatred of the sea of ​​blood?

She was taken away by Luo Xiao, and he firmly believed that she was his. It was only a matter of time before he would take her back. Mo Nanjue never wanted to hurt her. He would not love her, but he did everything he wanted to protect him. Perhaps his open arms were not enough to cover the world, but he also steadily covered her head.

He laughed out loud. Mo Nanjue had thought Luo Xiao was cruel more than once. He could not understand why Luo Xiao's love could hurt Tong Ran like that. He sneered, he disdained...

In the end, he, like Luo Xiao, was the one who could hurt her.

He was careful in his steps, and he was more cautious than anyone else's path, and he cherished it more than anyone else. He hoped that Tong Ran could maintain that innocent and clear smile for the rest of his life, and he could be attacked from both sides of her smile, regardless of his body, or even bear the infamy...

But, in the end, I can't avoid hurting her.

Mo Nanjue reached out to wipe the rain on his face, which made his palm hurt. He was stiff all over. The A4 paper was wet with the rain. At this moment, he was lying quietly on the side. The portrait on it was stained and gradually began to blur.

He outlined a deep mockery at the corner of his mouth. Mo Nanjue opened his eyes from the paper. He held the steering wheel with both hands. When he closed his eyes, water droplets emerged from the corner of his eyes. It was impossible to tell whether it was rain or something else...

Suddenly, a horn sound came from behind. Chen An finally caught up with him, thinking he was going to do something, "Jue, you first..."

Before he could speak, Mo Nanjue suddenly opened his eyes. He stepped on the accelerator hard, and Bugatti Viahan rushed straight towards the railing where the accident happened!

Bang--
Chapter completed!