The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 385 Jiang Huaizhou's dying words

Jiang Huaizhou fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth...

He smiled with the attitude of a winner as he looked at Ji Wuyuan, whose face was pale, eyes were full of fear, and expression was panic.

Jiang Huaizhou's lips moved slightly up and down, making a faint sound to Ji Wuyuan that only the two of them could hear.

He said: "So, I want her to see me die in your hands..."

Jiang Huaizhou spoke softly, but every word was like a huge rock crashing into Ji Wuyuan's heart.

Ji Wuyuan's pupils constricted, and his blood-stained hands trembled slightly.

Yes, Tang'er will discover his plan sooner or later.

But if she had witnessed Jiang Huaizhou's death at her hands before, there would be no solution.

The living can never compete with the dead...

Whether right or wrong.

I have to say, Jiang Huaizhou's move was really ruthless!

Whether it's for myself or for her.

When Jiang Wantang sneaked into the Dali Temple prison, he discovered something was wrong.

When she was about to reach Jiang Huaizhou's cell, she saw from a distance that Ji Wuyuan stabbed Jiang Huaizhou in the chest with a sword...

She watched with her own eyes as her brother fell to the ground covered in blood.

At this time, Jiang Wantang had already arrived in front of the cell.

Looking at the tragic scene in front of her, she felt dizzy and her heart felt like it was plunging into an ice cellar. The overwhelming despair drowned her like a surging tide.

A guard stopped at the cell door, looked at her in panic and said, "Madam... this place is filthy..."

"Get out of here!" Jiang Wantang interrupted him harshly.

Then she rushed into the cell, her little face pale and her eyes filled with unbearable shock and pain.

She knew she was late...

It's completely and irrevocably late.

Hearing Jiang Wantang's voice, Ji Wuyuan's body seemed to stiffen for a moment.

But when he saw her coming, he subconsciously raised his hand, only to see his palm soaked in blood. The crimson blood continued to drip through his fingers, leaving a glaring pool of blood on the dim prison floor...

The warm blood was slightly sticky, and his fingers were trembling slightly.

This was the first time that Ji Wuyuan, who had killed countless people, felt at a loss.

He withdrew his bloody hand and put it behind his back.

At this moment, Jiang Wantang had already run to Jiang Huaizhou's side.

She knelt on the ground, stretched out her trembling hands, and tightly covered the wound on his chest, trying to stop the blood from flowing out with her hands, but she couldn't stop it.

“Brother…Brother!”

"How could this happen... How could this happen..."

Jiang Wantang's voice was filled with tears, and tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto Jiang Huaizhou's blood-stained face.

"Brother, hold on... I'll take you to see a doctor..."

After saying that, she reached out and tried to help him up.

Jiang Huaizhou shook his head lightly, forcing a smile onto the corner of his mouth, and said in a broken tone: "Tang'er... don't cry... it's my brother... I'm sorry..."

"Brother... shouldn't... use you... to achieve... his... goals..."

"But I have too much to carry..."

"I can't...I can't..."

As he spoke, blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red, and also staining Jiang Wantang's trembling hands red.

"Brother, please stop talking..."

"You'll be fine!"

Jiang Wantang's voice choked with sobs, tears streaming down her face like beads from a broken string...

She frantically reached out to cover Jiang Huaizhou's jaw, trying to stop the blood from flowing, but the warm blood continued to seep out from between her fingers...

Jiang Huaizhou's face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was weak and rapid.

His red eyes looked at Jiang Wantang tenderly and fondly: "Tang'er... I'm sorry..."

"When I was little... I often thought, if only... you were my... biological sister... how wonderful it would be!"

"Later... when I learned... about our life stories, I started thinking... if... you weren't my sister... it would be better..."

Jiang Huaizhou said these words with great difficulty, but every word came from the heart.

At the beginning, the brotherly and sisterly love for each other was real, but later it was mixed with some scheming and exploitation...which was also real.

The feelings in this world are always complicated.

When Jiang Huaizhou was young, he really wanted to protect his poor sister, and hope she would grow up safely and have a good life.

But later, grudges and entanglements, the unpredictable world and fate played tricks on people.

Everyone has a different standpoint, so right and wrong are also different.

The hatred among the nine clans of the Nangong family is an unbridgeable gap.

When Jiang Wantang heard this, she felt a sharp pain in her heart and tears flowed hysterically.

She shook her head desperately, tears blurring her vision: "Brother, no! Don't go... Don't leave Tang'er..."

"Tang'er, I have no relatives anymore..."

"Brother, I just want you to...live well..."

Every sentence is sad and every word is trembling.

Jiang Huaizhou looked at Jiang Wantang, who was crying bitterly in front of him, his eyes full of pain and guilt.

Actually, I kind of regret it...

Jiang Huaizhou raised one hand with great effort, trying to wipe away the tears on Jiang Wantang's face, but as soon as his arm was raised, it fell down weakly.

"Tang'er..." He called her with difficulty, his voice as weak as a candle in the wind, "Don't cry..."

"Live well..."

Before he could finish his words, another mouthful of blood gushed out, staining his clothes even brighter red.

Under Jiang Wantang's horrified gaze, Jiang Huaizhou slowly closed his eyes, as if falling into an eternal sleep.

The moment his eyes completely closed, two blood-stained tears slid down from the corners of his eyes...

"Brother! Brother!" Jiang Wantang hugged Jiang Huaizhou's body and cried heartbreakingly, but no response was received.

Ji Wuyuan stood aside the whole time, watching the heart-wrenching scene in front of him, with a complex emotion inexplicably surging in his heart.

He clenched his hands tightly, and veins popped out on the back of his hands.

He knew that with Jiang Huaizhou's death, the situation had developed to the point he least wanted to see.

Ji Wuyuan tried his best to control the emotions surging in his heart and called out in a low voice: "Tang'er..."

There was an imperceptible tremor in his words.