A pair of phoenix eyes were half-closed, making people unable to notice what the expression in Mo Yi’s eyes were, but a hint of chill circulating on his body could also guess that the man at this moment should be very concerned about what Feng Wuxin said.

"The first man to enter my heart? Hehe!"

Feng Wuxin, who had drunk too much, smiled dryly and directly carried the wine pot and poured the wine down.

The spicy wine enters the throat. In ordinary times, it is sweet and sweet, but the wine is only bitter.

It was obviously something that happened a long time ago, but when I mentioned it, I still felt a little sad deep in my heart.

Feng Wuxin can no longer tell how to describe that feeling, whether it is sadness, loss, pain, or nostalgia for the past.

But she knew something that this feeling had faded. Although it was still in the memory, it was not the same feeling as it was a long time ago.

People are so forgetful.

"Mrs. Is it Xiahou Lie who is talking about?"

"Brother Lie?"

The drunken voice laughed, and Feng Wuxin waved.

"It's not Brother Lie. I admit that Brother Lie is an impeccable man. He is gentle and kind to me. If it weren't for Xiahou Lie, I'm afraid I wouldn't be the one I am now."

Speaking of Xiahou Lie, Feng Wuxin's eyes appeared in front of him again, with gentleness in his eyes. He stood by his side no matter what he was born, and he wanted to give her all the tenderness in the world alone.

But the same sentence is still the same, a gentle man like Brother Lie, Feng Wuxin can't bear to hurt him.

"Who is that lady talking about? Yan Yunheng."

Mo Yi once again said someone's name. Feng Wuxin laughed loudly when he heard the words Yan Yunheng, and there was no trace of laughter.

"You are so funny, my eyes can you fall in love with a scumbag like Yan Yunheng? If he hadn't wanted to use me to get information from you, he would have killed me long ago."

After burping, Feng Wuxin's sarcastic smile did not hide his contempt and disgust for Yan Yunheng.

"Didn't my father-in-law brag to you? If there weren't a mess of toxins in my body that bound me, I would have beaten Yan Yunheng's turtle calf back to rebuild it."

With her Feng Wuxin's vengeful personality, if it were not for the constraints of various reasons, what would it be if Yan Yunheng was the third prince of the Great Yan Kingdom?

As a mercenary in the 21st century of her previous life, she had never killed anyone. She was just a prince, and she was extremely furious.

"How can I describe the person I'm talking about?"

In the past, Feng Wuxin always liked to use the words "gentle and pamper" to describe that person.

In her previous life, her hands were covered with blood. She knew that she and that person were from two worlds, but she wanted to get close to him for no reason. Only the light radiated from the smile on his face could drive away the humblest coldness deep in her heart.

So, this behavior became an instinct.

She chose to wash her hands with golden basin and chose to retire to the world to become an ordinary wife, fantasizing about how to grow old together with that person in the future, have a few children, and live the most ordinary and most luxurious life.

But this world seems to be a joke, she still died, at the hands of that person.

Thinking back to the scene before his death, the muzzle in his hand pointed at the person's heart, but he let go of his hand the moment he pulled the trigger.

She also remembered the last sentence she said, although there is nothing left when a person dies, it is not a kind of relief. The living person is the most painful. He has to bear all his sins, and this is the final punishment.

When she closed her eyes, she saw the man crying and begged her not to die. He was wrong. He didn't want to stay alone in this cold world. He was willing to let go of all hatred.

But it's all too late.

Tears dripped down their eyes bit by bit, falling into the wine glass, falling into the wine, mixing bitterness and spicy sweetness, and only one person can experience the taste.

At this time, a pair of gentle hands gently stroked Feng Wuxin's cheek, and Mo Yi leaned forward to kiss the woman in front of him with a sad aura.

This is not the first time he saw Feng Wuxin in such a state, like a helpless child.

"Madam, will you betray your husband?"

"Betrayal is based on trust. Do you trust me?"

Feng Wuxin did not answer Mo Yi's question, but instead asked Mo Yi.

After a moment of tranquility, Mo Yi's cold lips were pressed against the corner of Feng Wuxin's lips. A feeling of unknown words to be described exploded in his heart and continued to emerge around his body.

Just like Feng Wuxin did not answer Mo Yi’s question, Mo Yi did not say those two words after all.

But the two of them had the shadow of each other in their eyes, and perhaps they had already explained the answers they wanted to know.

A bang!

When Mo Yi kissed the woman in front of him, he suddenly had a blank corner of his lips. It turned out that Feng Wuxin, who had drunk too much, fell from the chair and fell asleep.

Looking at Feng Wuxin who was murmuring inexplicable words in his sleep, Mo Yi's eyes were a little helpless but also grateful.

He was glad that Feng Wuxin fell asleep at the critical moment, interrupting his heart burning more and more, otherwise he would have something that he would not have expected.

"Feng Wuxin, are you really the reincarnation of the nine-tailed fox?"

Mo Yi stood up and carried Feng Wuxin onto the bed from the cold ground. He took off his shoes and socks and lay sideways beside Feng Wuxin, looking at the smiling face that was flushed due to drunkenness, and gradually heard some details of her dream talk clearly.

"Jiangcheng, this is my punishment."

"I hope you live, I hope you live healthy and live a long life."

"Because I believe you will understand one day that you killed me with your own hands today, and I have already moved into your heart."

"Jiangcheng, death is a relief to me. My hands are stained with endless blood and sin. But living is torment for you."

"You will live in endless regret."

"Jiangcheng, this is the last time I called your name."

Tears slid down the corner of Feng Wuxin's eyes, and dripped on it and wet a piece.

Mo Yi, who was lying beside Feng Wuxin, stretched out his hand, and his slender index finger gently popped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, and a coldness appeared in Danfeng's eyes.

"Jiangcheng."

The low magnetic voice murmured with the words Jiang Cheng, and a murderous intent that emerged in his eyes was the hostility of a man to his love rival. "Madam, from now on, there will be only one man in your heart, your world."
Chapter completed!