Chapter 119: I want to kill her.

What would happen to the devil if he didn't have the shackles given to him by the gods?

Xie Qingcheng is He Yu's shackle, the one of its kind that can wrap around the demonic dragon and restrain him from going mad.

But Xie Qingcheng went down.

Covered with blood and wounds, he fell into He Yu's arms.

His blood became the fire that made the dragon go berserk, and the chains that held He Yu suddenly snapped and shattered into pieces--

He Yu's eyes were like blood.

He couldn't quite remember how he put Xie Qingcheng down.

He only remembered that Xie Qingcheng was very heavy, and when he leaned into his arms, the heavy heat was placed on the wound in his heart like that.

And when he lowered him against the rock, what little warmth there was to anesthetize the pain was gone.

No more ......

Nope. No. It's gone!

He walks coldly towards Yi Awen, who before this was like a ghost, but now, under He Yu, she is like a sheep that has grown up listening to the flute of God.

He Yu undoubtedly wants her dead.

Yi Awen : "What are you ...... doing? You--"

Without a word, but as if sprouting wings and spiny fangs, he lunged at the woman, slamming her against the rock wall with brutal, terrifying force before she could raise her clay spear!

In a flash, the tendons in his grip shook as his fists and feet came crashing down! The pupils of his eyes were narrowed, and his eyes were as black as ink, reflecting the image of Yi Awen being tortured by him to the point of pain, tearing his heart apart.

She was screaming, raging, fighting back moment by moment.

It's like he can't even hear it.

He's crazy.

His heart, along with his person, has been refined by Xie Qingcheng's blood.

At this moment, the devil dragon's ears could only hear the words of his only kind.

Cang Long said to him as if he was relieved, He Yu, that shot, I'm giving it back to you.

In fact, Xie Qingcheng, no matter what he says, in the deepest part of his mind, he still remembers the things that He Yu did for him at that time. ......

So the club, he did not leave, then happened so many ridiculous things, he did not really kill He Yu or beat He Yu to death, they have been entangled, He Yu time and time again to want him, but he chose to self-abandonment like a sacrifice of his own flesh, numb to perfunctory to send off He Yu, did not use any extreme means to end this sick relationship.

Xie Qingcheng detests his behavior, but perhaps subconsciously, Xie Qingcheng feels that he owes him something.

That matter was related to life, and it pressed Xie Qingcheng's soul to breathe, and Xie Qingcheng was extremely unwilling to owe anything to others.

He may have been looking for an opportunity to be able to pay him back for the life he owed him.

So that Xie Qingcheng will be able to break up with him in peace, once and for all.

Is that right ......

That's right.

There was no Yi Awen in He Yu's eyes anymore, he couldn't see her, he couldn't hear the cries, the curses, the twisted screams of the culprit.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the storm rained down.

He surrendered her gun in an extremely brutal fight, backhanded the knife she was struggling to stab herself with, and with a twist of the blade, the murder weapon fell into his hand, which he held without blinking, and violently stabbed down towards the palm of her hand!

"Ah ！！！！"

The murderer let out a scream as if from hell.

He Yu had a cluster of blood splattered on his face, and his bloodstained face was expressionless, yet he looked more like a ghost than she did.

"This cut." He said morosely, "is to return the kick you just stepped on my hand."

"Click." He finished, strangling Yi Awen with one hand and removing the clip of his claymore with one hand, shaking all the bullets out of it.

This woman is also a real killjoy, and would carry something like this with her.

And now, both the knife and the gun were his, and he was going to choose one of them to end the life of the woman who had hurt Xie Qingcheng-!

Kill her ......

Kill her!!!

He didn't pick the gun. He dismantled the gun and threw it straight in the mud.

It was something that had hurt Xie Qingcheng, and he didn't want to touch it again.

What's more, using a gun is too much of a good end to give after all.

He just wanted to torture it alive until it died.

He Yu felt with little concern that her struggles went from violent to weak, from hopeful to desperate.

She was a moth with fluttering wings in his palm.

He felt that it presumed to pounce on his fire and extinguish his light, so he caught it, and after letting it suffer deeply and violently, he wanted to judge it in general and put an end to its life, even if the moth's pulp splashed in all directions and exploded out to humiliate and dirty his palms all over.

He pressed the bloodstained blade against Yi Awen's neck.

In a soft voice, he said, "This cut, I'm sending you to hell."

His eyes were redder than a bloodstained knife, sharper than a blade.

He said huskily, "It's over."

There was a flash of cold light!

See that knife is about to fall and cut your throat!

However--

Just then, a very soft, raspy voice got a pass and arrived all the way to his eardrums unimpeded.

"He Yu."

He Yu was stunned.

Some clarity suddenly rose within his brain, which was as confused as a monsoon crossing.

"-- He Yu!"

The demonic dragon's chains began to take shape again, from nothing, from bits and pieces, into infinite bright light, coalescing back into the shape of chains in mid-air - strangling the teenager who was about to lunge into the Abyss.

He Yu's consciousness was jerked back.

He whipped his head around unexpectedly.

Xie Qingcheng woke up at some point, leaning against the rock wall, covering his left arm, which was covered in blood, coughing softly.

"He Yu ......" Xie Qingcheng gasped, hoarsely, "...... don't kill her ......"

"She's not capable of fighting back...you're just over-defending yourself if you keep fighting. Don't go and be a murderer. Don't be like her."

"......"

"Come here ...... and listen to me ...... don't judge anyone in place of the law ......"

Xie Qingcheng said here, frowning and coughing violently, then he tilted his head back, his breath stagnant and his chest heaving together.

"You're already covered in blood."

"......"

"He Yu, drop the knife. Come to me."

"Call the police. Let the police come and take her away. You yourself ......" Xie Qingcheng said, the wound hurt again, he frowned, "You yourself don't do it again."

Yi Awen, who had fallen into a pool of blood, heard the words and instead showed a look of horror that was even more terrifying than when he had faced death.

"Don't...don't call the police! I'd rather you guys kill me right now! Don't call the police!!!"

She's in a crazy state.

It was clear that she and her mother, Lu Yuzhu, were not as strong as they could have been. Lu Yuzhu had pushed them to the brink, but not Yi Awen.

She was like the clay gun she'd sneaked in with a chamber of gunpowder, but in the end it was just the village committing adultery.

So even if she doesn't give an account, Xie Qingcheng knows that Yi Awen is not part of that organization, and that she has nothing to do with the RN13 crime case they're investigating.

"He Yu ...... quickly come over." Xie Qingcheng hoarsely said.

He Yu didn't move.

Xie Qingcheng again to speak again, but he just fell down hit the lungs and the back of the head, at this time, although awake, but said more words and a burst of shocking coughing, coughing even in front of the eyes are in the gust of black, suddenly choking out a mouthful of blood.

"Xie Qingcheng ......" He Yu murmured, slowly coming back to his senses.

Xie Qingcheng's orders failed to make He Yu obedient, but his weakness could.

The dragon's blood-stained molars finally left the human's neck.

He Yu, covered in blood, got up, staggered and stumbled towards him.

One step at a time.

The sharp knife slipped out of his palm. It fell to the ground with a crash.

"Xie Qingcheng ......!!!"

The dragon withdrew its wings and landed on its perch beside Xie Qingcheng. He woke up as if in a dream, he nervously held him, he hugged him, "How are you doing? ...... How are you doing?!"

Xie Qingcheng shook his head, signaling that he was fine, then coughed lightly, "Go call the police."

Woman: "Don't call the police...no police! You guys kill me, you guys just kill me! Don't call the police..."

Xie Qingcheng : "Yi Awen, you killed someone ......!"

"......"

Cheeks stained with blood, eyes blazing, "The man behind the bookcase in the attic, embedded in the wall, was your father, wasn't he?"

"......" Yi Awen's expression became twisted for a moment, and with the blood all over her face, it became even more horrifying to the point of being chilling.

She muttered, "He deserved it ......"

"You guys don't get it! He deserved it all!!!"

There was a clap of thunder.

The trembling thunder in the empty valley was like the tremendous commotion of a green train starting.

--

It was as if time had rewound back five years with that boom.

Cheongnyi County Railway Station platform.

"Drip--! Rumble-"

The sirens are long.

Carrying two old snakeskin bags on her back, Yi Awen boarded the green train to their village late at night without looking back, her eyes loaded with resignation and disdain for the past, but also full of excitement and anticipation for the future.

Yi Awen, who didn't finish high school, did the same thing her stepmother did.

She was going to escape from this human scrapyard-like village.

She's going to the city, to a new world of flowers.

Yi Awen is a very hardworking woman. A girl who was young and good at her job, and who had good looks, would have no trouble finding a job in any city.

Even, there is no worry about finding a man.

She works as a salesperson in a shopping mall, selling bed sheets and duvet covers. With a salary of 2,000 a month and a commission, she earns about 3,000 a month. Such a salary may seem too low to many city dwellers, but for a working girl like Yi Awen, who has just escaped from her rural home, it's more than enough.

The mall provides food and shelter, and the 3,000 dollars can all be used to fulfill her dream.

The American-style cafe in the city center, which she had only seen on TV before, was a bit bitter in her mouth at thirty dollars a cup, but she could just as well fantasize about being a heroine in an urban drama as she could when she was sitting with it among the young people with their laptops coding. Thirty dollars for a poor girl's dream didn't seem too extravagant.

The rotary sushi restaurant at the top of a skyscraper, with a meal costing more than two hundred dollars per person, is unattractive to people with higher monthly salaries, who prefer to go to a quiet and elegant vegetarian restaurant hidden in an unassuming alleyway, and spend thousands of dollars on a set of natural and non-polluting green seasonal vegetable dishes for a single person. But that kind of sushi restaurant gives young people like Yi Awen a chance to look out from the rooftop of a building and see the bustling lights of the metropolis, compelling them to put down roots in this city, to sacrifice their youthful flesh and blood to this hot land, inspiring them to climb up and move forward.

And those chain, shiny express hotels.

You only need to pay less than three hundred dollars a night for a room, you can get a place to hold your love, Yi Awen of course, also envy those who wear heavy fur, bare shoulders, step on Zhou Yangjie high heels, twisting the waist, coquettishly smiling and "successful men" in and out of high-grade hotels, she walks through the door of those hotels, even the wind blowing out of the doorway is fragrant, and even the wind blowing out of the doorway is fragrant. Even the wind blowing out of the doorway is fragrant.

But she lives fast and entertains and feels content.

It wasn't that she didn't want that kind of extravagant life, but she saw how often those beautiful women had to be paired with fat men, and she thought it would be best if she had her own life, after all--

What a wonderful, handsome man she is.

Yes, shortly after Yi Awen came to town and settled down, she had a boyfriend, a handsome college student, and the first time she went to the barbershop, faced with the clerk's tireless sales pitch, ashamed to say that she was shy and completely unable to shell out thousands of dollars for the expensive card, the customer sitting next to her relieved her, and said sincerely, "You don't need a curling iron. You don't need to curl your hair, it's already looking good straight now."

That's how they exchanged WeChat, and after a while, they got together.

The boy is an accounting student at the University of X. He is a local, his mother is a mid-level member of a state-owned enterprise, and his father is a police officer.

To many girls, such a condition would not be considered too favorable, and would not breed any insecurity or fear. But Yi Awen was different - after she kissed him for the first time, looking at his sparse, handsome face, clad in the cashmere jacket he'd taken off for her, she was suddenly overcome with a sense of shame.

She cried out in shame as she remembered her parents, her origins, everything that had happened to her since she was a child.

He asked her in a daze what was wrong, was he that bad a kisser?

She wiped the tears from her face, barely picking herself up, then said, no.

No, I'm just in love for the first time and I'm happy.

She finally hid her identity from him, she did not dare to tell him, she is the poorest and most gambling in Qingli County, the ghost village escaped, there is a gambler father, a half-sister. Her two mothers, one long ago fled to the ends of the earth and never looked back, and one is a corrupt and bribery jailed criminals.

"Lu Yuzhu's daughter! Daughter of a criminal! Yi Awen, your real mom is in jail! Your stepmother's a whore!"

Even the village people looked down on her and abused her in this way.

How dare she give herself away to her boyfriend in a heartbeat?

She then lied to him.

In front of him, she portrayed herself as a work-study college girl, studying at the school next door to X University, and in order to fulfill her lie, she even went to that school and asked the graduates to buy a set of textbooks, and often put a few of them in her carry-on bag in a decent manner when she went on a date, and made it look as if she had just left class and was coming to look for him.

He'd never been suspicious either; students tended to have clean relationships, and he hadn't bothered to look into any of her background.

But students won't always be students.

The day her boyfriend graduated and got his degree, he asked her to meet him at the not-so-cheap-for-students downtown rooftop rotisserie sushi restaurant, and solemnly said to her, "Would you like to come home with me and meet my family?

She was shocked and flustered.

At that moment she felt that she was a balloon that had been blown up, she was about to be light and airy and was about to fly up to the sky, but she was always worried that she would burst and explode, and with a bang everyone would realize that she was hollow inside and there was nothing there, and then it would all be over.

In fact, coming out to your boyfriend at this point in time may not be such a big deal.

But Yi Awen was too inferior, she was timid, she loved him very much, and because she loved him so much, she was too desperately afflicted to say anything.

She ended up spending four months of her own savings to go to the mall and buy a whole set of decent lines - after all, she had told her boyfriend that her family had been bookish for generations, her parents were both newspaper journalists, and she was rich, though not very rich.

She was going to keep the lie going.

To that end, she was going to put on as much of a front as she could in front of his parents, like the owner of an unscrupulous little store who wrapped some bug-eyed apples in colored paper in an attempt to muddle through and sell them in a fruit basket to an unsuspecting customer.

The day she met his parents, she tied the spirit of a beautiful ponytail, wearing a pure white knee-length dress, draped in a casual women's small suit, stepped on a pair of imported Spanish lambskin shoes, the face of the application of a gentle and elegant light makeup. She also deliberately bought a set of imported toiletries, wanting to give her boyfriend's mother left a good impression.

The boyfriend's parents took them to a nearby western restaurant for a meal.

It was a really big restaurant that really got up there, and before that, the best she'd been to was some mid-to-high priced chain Western steakhouse.

While panicking over the elaborate set of table manners in the dining room, she raised her eyes to see her boyfriend's mother gazing at her thoughtfully.

Yi Awen's heart thumped with a vague sense of foreboding.

She knew that the worm's eye on the apple had been seen by the woman who had seen too much of the world.

After that meal, her boyfriend didn't contact her for a while.

As if she too knew what was going on, she held back from looking for him, despite all the pain and discomfort in her heart, unspoken and unspoken.

Until one day, she had a fever and was lying on the shabby wire bed she shared with her roommate, thinking about him, shedding tears, and finally couldn't resist sending him a message.

She said, "Honey, would you like to hear me explain?"

The boyfriend didn't return.

She held the phone to her heart, and she wasn't subjected to a single message from him before she couldn't support herself and drifted off to sleep. Naturally, there wasn't a single reply from him waiting on the phone the next morning either.

Breakups are sometimes so quiet that they don't make too much of a mess and leave each other with some face.

But she cried, and lay on her dormitory bed and cried especially loudly, feeling that the mask she had tried so hard to put on her face had shattered in pieces at that moment, and that what was laid bare was still the daughter of the gambler, the daughter of the criminal, who had come out of the poor village.

She met him again later on the road.

He soon had a new girl by his side, wearing a scarf she probably couldn't afford to buy in a year's work, smiling to reveal two neat rows of snow-white shell teeth, and a face that had a subdued, skillful, and elegant look that she couldn't fake completely in any way.

They didn't see her, and she walked over just in time to hear them talking with their backs to her, facing the window.

She heard him say, "I just got angry with the teller like that, you don't think I'm discriminating against those from the countryside, I'm really scared of being cheated, I've talked to you about my ex-girlfriend, my dad later let the police station investigate her, she's all about cheating me, she's a village come to work, her dad owes more than two hundred thousand in gambling debts, her own mother is actually still a prisoner of labor, and I now think of her I am disgusted, I do not know how the human heart can be so sinister ......"

She was really, really broken that day.

Is she really sinister?

She knew she had undoubtedly done wrong, but she had never wanted something other than love from him.

In those days together, it was she who spent more money than he did, because she was thinking about her age and the fact that she was already earning money, and because she loved him with all her heart.

She was so in love, so timid, so self-conscious that she made the mistake of telling a lie and then having to wrap it up in an even bigger one.

Making that choice was simply an instinct she'd been conditioned to have - as soon as she'd told people the truth about her every time she'd been honest, people had either hypocritically appeased her or outright despised her, and she'd had enough of that kind of staring since she was a little girl, and she'd hated her father as much as her mother.

Why can't people's judgment of a person ever be just about that person themselves?

Why do you always have to bring your family, your parents, the real estate license in your drawer, the financial management and balance in your passbook card?

Yi Awen couldn't figure it out.

She never received any bit of normal traction or love from her family of origin for all those years.

The father she met was lewd, bestial, and lazy, and she has no recollection of her birth mother at all, but all she's heard from others is about the woman's greed, ruthlessness, and viciousness ......

She was a child born of them, so she was born into evil.

It is she who does not deserve the light.