Chapter 353: Mo Fuyi Is Hopeless

Mo Fuyi finally understood what it means to kill without blood. Δhuntingwen　网 Δ

6 Jiuque is the real evil ghost!

She is good at observation, discerning the deepest weaknesses and weaknesses in people's hearts, so as to finally deliver a fatal blow to the target! !

Mo Fuyi could see it. She deeply loved Mr. Mei, but... how could she, how could she use Mr. Mei to threaten her?

"Lu Jiuque! You dare! You dare! You dare-"

No, even if she died, she didn't want to appear in front of Mr. Mei with such an appearance!

This is heart-breaking!

It’s heartbreaking!

Mo Fuyi's eyes couldn't help but burst into tears, and she roared crazily, as if she had lost her mind.

"Why are you so vicious! You can't do this! I have already lost... Why do you want to deprive me of my last bit of dignity?!"

"I lost! I surrender! Don't be so vicious, don't, don't..."

"You are so despicable, so despicable..."

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The roaring tone had a hint of crying, as fragile as a lost child.

Seeing Mo Fuyi's reaction, Lu Jiuque's eyes became even more disgusted.

"What? You can't stand this?! Then why are you so cruel? Just for a Yin-blood flower, for your ridiculous and humble love, you killed three of your classmates and tried to kill innocent people Aren’t you despicable for being involved? Aren’t you vicious?”

Mo Fuyi could no longer control his emotions and blurted out: "Those three trashes are scum to begin with, not even as good as a head of Mr. Mei! Those ants and untouchables are even worse! Let them die for Mr. Mei, it is their honor! "

Lu Jiuque was completely shocked. What kind of bullshit concept is this? !

Gritting her teeth, she raised her hand and slapped Mo Fuyi hard on the face.

The crisp sound made Mo Fuyi's face swell up, and Lu Jiuque was so angry that his whole body was shaking: "You are hopeless! The scum in your eyes, the untouchable in your mouth, is also an irreplaceable treasure in the hearts of others. ! Why are you qualified to decide everything?”

Mo Fuyi's mouth was bleeding,

Sharp retort: ​​"Why?! Because of my identity! Because of my position! Because of my talent! Lowly trash and bastards should crawl under my feet like mud for the rest of their lives! They shouldn't hate me! They should not hate me! Hate, just hate themselves! Hate their birth!”

"Okay, okay..." I hate myself and my birth!

Lu Jiuque smiled, his expression like a poppy stained with blood.

Mo Fuyi looked at her smile and his heart shrank involuntarily.

At this time, Lu Jiuque gently pressed his hand on Mo Fuyi's heart and said in a low voice: "Do you know who took out the Yin Blood Flower at the auction?"

"What do you mean?!" Mo Fuyi trembled all over, as if he had been struck by lightning.

She always thought that Lu Jiuque was just lucky enough to survive. Could it be that...

"What do you think?" She asked without answering, with an evil look in her eyes.

Mo Fuyi couldn't help but tremble, and shouted: "It's you?! It's you... This is impossible! How could the Yin Blood Flower be in your hand?!"

6 Jiuque's five fingers grasped together, and suddenly the force penetrated hard. Mo Fuyi's flesh and blood was torn apart, and blood spilled out again.

Severe pain, accompanied by the fear of death, swept over me like a tidal wave.

This time, Lu Jiuque showed no mercy, the flames covered his palms, melting Mo Fuyi's bones inch by inch, reaching towards her heart...