"Now it's not about you and me, it's about your use of me, so this is the reason why you used me to hurt my family. My Mu family fell, I quit the army, my Mu family never recovered, and I'll follow you? Jack Anderson, your daydream!"

Jack pursed his lips and clenched his fists slightly. Mu yuan was launched by God. He didn't mean anything in this regard, but if he explained this way, the motivation seemed to be more sufficient and more convincing. He looked at Mu yuan's painful eyes, and his heart was like a knife. The person who made the decision was more painful than the person who bore it, just like lingchi.

Ye Ling's move is too cruel.

He didn't give them any buffer time. When they were happiest, he directly gave them a knife, which hurt his heart.

Jack smiled slowly. He picked up Mu yuan's chin. "Xiao Yuan, you are so simple. I always like your simplicity. Have you ever thought about why I want to be with you?"

His words were gentle and with a little smile, but they were so vicious that Mu yuan's blood was cold, like being thrown into the cold wind of Siberia, blowing his bones cold.

What does he mean?

Mu yuan's eyes were clear and bright, slightly crazy. The wounded lion walked to the edge of the cliff. There were traps and swords of hunters everywhere. There was nowhere to escape, and he had to face the killing of his partner.

"Why are you with me?" Mu yuan asked that since he was going to die, he would die a little. He didn't want to struggle anymore. He also wanted to see how much language could hurt humanity.

He also wants to know how poisonous the gentle knife can be.

The day before yesterday, people who were still smiling, why are they so cruel at this moment.

"Because you are Mu yuan." Jack said softly, with a sigh hidden in his voice, and gently rubbed his chin. "This surname is really valuable in your country."

Mu yuan suddenly revealed that he hit Jack with a fist, "asshole!"

His voice was like a trace of blood, hoarse and sad. When this punch went on, Jack's eyes flashed stars. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not. He never dodged and was punched several times by Mu yuan.

He stepped back a few steps, Mu yuan rushed over and held his skirt, his eyes red, "so, have you been lying to me?"

Jack looked into his eyes and said briskly, "yes."

Mu yuan raised his fist. Jack didn't dodge, but the punch didn't fall on his face. Mu yuan's heart was already full of holes, and his voice was hoarse, "say it again!"

He doesn't believe it!

There must be some trouble.

"If someone came to you and said something, you tell me, and we can solve it together. Don't say anything against your heart, Jack. I don't believe you've been acting and lying to me in recent years. There's no love between us."

He didn't believe it, even if he killed him.

Jack knew that if the knife was not cruel enough, it would leave no hope. It would be a kind of stimulation and despair for everyone. One knife would be fatal and it would be done. However, I can't bear it.

Looking at Mu yuan's red eyes and listening to his sad voice, he just wanted to tell Mu yuan.

I didn't lie to you.

There is no such good acting skill.

But what's the use?

In addition to appeasing his temporary pain, what can these words bring to him? Sooner or later, his existence will bring destruction to their family. At that time, Xiaoyuan was more than so painful.