Chapter 4407
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"Zhu Wuxin, just give up."
The woman's voice was indifferent and calm. "No matter how you torture yourself, she won't feel any guilt towards you. What you're doing is just in vain."
As her voice faded away.
The man's hand directly intercepted her outstretched hand.
Zhu Wuxin looked coldly at the woman in front of him.
The woman was dressed in a long gown that was flamboyant and eye-catching.
The most eye-catching thing was the red embroidery on her gown, which spread out like flowers blooming in blood.
Her delicate and beautiful face was pure and beautiful.
But there was a hint of disdain in her eyes.
Her expression was very indifferent. When she met Zhu Wuxin's eyes, there was not much change in her expression.
"Zhu Wuxin." She spoke again. "Di Zun has already broken your barrier. Are you sure you can still keep her in your current state?"
Zhu Wuxin's eyes were ice-cold.
They were as deep as a bottomless pool.
The woman did not say anything more and continued to support him.
Zhu Wuxin's face froze slightly, and the frost on his face became even colder.
But, this time …
He did not shake off the woman again.
He let the woman help him up.
His hand rested on her delicate shoulder, and all the weight of his body pressed on the woman.
The woman's delicate body swayed slightly.
But she still forced herself to carry Zhu Wuxin to the bedside.
"Don't put me … on her bed." Zhu Wuxin held the woman's arm tightly.
She … wouldn't like it.
When he lowered his eyes.
His eyes seemed to be shrouded by a black fog.
The woman pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and supported him out of the room.
The place below Zhu Wuxin's lower abdomen hurt more and more as he walked.
Cold sweat slid down and dripped on his eyelashes.
His ice-cold eyes were blurred.
In a trance, the voice that was transmitted into his ears through the jade pendant of the temple master as a medium was still echoing in his ears.
"No one can intervene in their relationship."
"No one can intervene in their relationship."
"No one can intervene in their relationship."
"…"
No one?
But …
He couldn't accept it.
That girl should have belonged to him.
He was the one who first met her.
The black mist surging in Zhu Wu Xin's eyes became even more rampant.
…
The other side.
Di Mo Xuan carried Ye Qing Luo in his arms: "Let's go."
Ye Qing Luo looped her arms around his neck and nodded smilingly, "I've suddenly disappeared for so many days, everyone must be worried about me."
"Cough …"
A light cough came from the side.
The Palace Lord stood up shakily from the ruins.
As he patted off the dust on his body, he raised his head and looked at Ye Qing Luo, "Both of you …. This lovey-dovey act, isn't it a little too much?"
His loose robe already had several holes in it.
He was in a sorry state.
Di Mo Xuan indifferently shot a glance at the Palace Lord, the imposing glare between his brows made one feel pressured, "Do you think that you can stop this Lord?"
"Of course I won't seek my own death." The Palace Lord raised his sleeve and wiped off the blood on the corner of his lips, "But, I don't want you to leave so easily."
Ye Qing Luo shifted her vision towards the direction of the Palace Lord.
The man's handsome face was pale.
The corners of his lips were stained with blood, but it couldn't hide the whiteness of his lips.
Apparently, the injury from Di Mo Xuan's strike earlier wasn't light.
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