Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 577: The Taste of Corruption

"Lihua, I know you want me to die, but you can't do it every time. If I die and make you feel better, then I will die."

The man's tone was decisive, and there was no room for change, so Ling Lihua's eardrum was sore.

She was shocked and wanted to withdraw the sword, but it was too late.

The sharp blade pierced Lu Hetian's skin easily, and bright red blood rushed out.

However, he didn't seem to feel any pain, holding the sword's hand, without hesitation, pierced his flesh again.

Ling Lihua's pupils shrank, and suddenly she raised her palm to his chest.

"Enough, die elsewhere, don't dirty the ground here."

Ling Lihua said fiercely, snatching the sword in his hand and threw it to the ground.

Lu Hetian was startled, the wound hurt no more than the pain in his heart.

Lihua actually despised him so much.

But these are all on his own account.

He pursed his dry lips, ignoring the blood flowing from the gurgling neck, staring at her deeply, "Lihua, I know you hate me, in fact, for so many years, without you by my side, I would be better off than life. Now Wei Wei is married. I have nothing to worry about. Why don't you just give me a happy one." As he said, he leaned over and picked up the sword she threw on the ground, and put it back in her hand, "You give me another sword, I hope you I can calm down."

Ling Lihua glanced at his **** wound inadvertently, and her heart tightened. At this moment, her hand was suddenly squeezed into a sharp sword. Thinking of what he said, her heart shrank suddenly, and she suddenly threw the sword on the ground again, furious. He said: "Lu Hetian, you don't have to make troubles anymore. No matter how many times you die, I will never forgive you. Betrayal is betrayal, and the stains on your body will not be cleaned anyway.

When you married me back then, you should know what kind of temper I was. You knew I couldn't rub sand in my eyes, so you even touched Zheng Yanran. When you two are carrying me together, have you ever thought about my feelings? You are digging my heart and stepping on the ground with my dignity. You say, can I forgive you? Life after life, I can't forgive you. Looking at you more, I feel dirty, hate my blindness, and entrust my life to the hands of a scum like you. "

Lu Hetianjun's face turned pale, a little bloodless, and the regret and pain in his heart seemed to drown him.

Ling Lihua punishes the heart every word, although there is no blood, it is more uncomfortable than a thousand arrows.

He wanted to explain something, but the fact was there, and he couldn't explain it.

Seeing his pale face, Ling Lihua was still puzzled by hatred, but she was too lazy to look at him, "Go, for Weiwei and Achen's sake, I won't take your life, but don't you Let me see you again, otherwise I can’t guarantee what I will do next time.”

Lu Hetian's figure shook, looking at the woman with his back to him, he felt a sense of corruption in his heart.

He loved her before, and he still loves her now, no matter how she resents him, his love for her only increases.

Coupled with her coming back to life and appearing in front of him, it made him feel a ray of hope in his gray and haggard heart.

In any case, he didn't want to let her go again.

Seeing his defeated face, Ling Lihua felt a little congested and blurted out: "Actually, it is not impossible that you want me to eliminate hatred for you."

Lu Hetian's eyes brightened and he stepped forward excitedly, "You said, as long as you say, I will promise you any conditions."

(End of this chapter)