Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart Chapter 577: The taste of rotten heart and bone

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

The man's tone was so decisive that there was no room for change, it shocked Ling Lihua's eardrums.

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

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

As if he couldn't feel the pain, the hand holding the blade stabbed into his flesh again without hesitation.

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

"That's enough, let's die somewhere else, don't dirty the ground here."

Speaking fiercely, Ling Lihua snatched the sword from his hand and threw it to the ground.

Lu Hetian was startled, no matter how painful the wound was, it was not as painful as the pain in his heart.

Lihua despised him so much.

But these are all his own fault.

He pursed his dry lips, ignored the blood bubbling from his neck, and stared at her deeply, "Lihua, I know you hate me, but in fact, for so many years, without you by my side, my life would be worse than death. I'm married already, I have nothing to worry about, why don't you just give me a good time." Then, he leaned over and picked up the sword she threw on the ground, and stuffed it back into her hand, "Give me another sword , I hope you can calm down."

Ling Lihua's gaze inadvertently caught sight of his **** wound, and her heart tightened. At this moment, a sharp sword was stuffed into her hand. Thinking of what he said, her heart shrank suddenly, and she suddenly threw the sword on the ground again. On the ground, he said angrily: "Lu Hetian, you don't need to play tricks anymore, no matter how many times you die, I will never forgive you. Betrayal is betrayal, and the stains on your body can't be washed away no matter what.

When you married me back then, you should have known what kind of temperament I was. You knew that I couldn't rub the sand in my eyes, but you still went to touch Zheng Yanran. When the two of you were together behind my back, did you ever think about my feelings? You are simply digging out my heart, stomping my dignity on the ground, you say, can I forgive you? Life after life, it is impossible for me to forgive you. If I look at you more than once, I feel dirty, hate myself for being blind, and entrust my whole life to the hands of scum like you. "

Lu He Tianjun's face turned pale and lost a little color, and the regret and pain in his heart seemed to drown him.

Ling Lihua punished his heart with every word, although he did not see blood, it was more painful than ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.

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

Seeing his pale complexion, Ling Lihua was still puzzled, but she was too lazy to look at him, "You go, for the sake of Wei Wei and Ah Chen, I won't take your life, But don't let me see you again, otherwise, next time, I can't guarantee what I will do."

Lu Hetian's figure swayed, looking at the woman with her back turned to him, he felt a feeling of being corrupted.

He loved her before, and he still loves her now. No matter how much she resents him, his love for her in his heart will only increase.

In addition, she came back from the dead and appeared in front of him, which made his ashen and haggard heart glow with a glimmer of hope.

No matter what, he didn't want to let her go again.

Seeing his defeated face, Ling Lihua felt a little blocked in her heart, and blurted out: "Actually, it's not impossible for you to want me to eliminate my hatred for you."

Lu Hetian's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward excitedly, "Say it, as long as you say it, I will agree to any conditions."