Chapter 1727: Want to kill herself

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The pain that night seemed to come to his mind at once.
Jun Mohan felt all blood and flames in front of him.
That kind of red is blood red and flame red ...
He felt himself in flames, burning.
Jun Mohan's heart suddenly fell into pain.
But even so, he focused on Feng Sujin's emotions.
He saw that Feng Sujin wasn't right, and quickly took off the headset, and quickly walked towards the cell.
He is now worried about Feng Sujin's condition.
Feng Sujin held Nalan Tsoi fiercely, and really wanted to strangle her.
It was she who made Jun Mohan so miserable that she was going to kill Nalan Tsebo.
Feng Sujin imagined Jun Mohan's pain, and her eyes burst into tears.
How can, how cruel to Jun Mohan, how old is he!
Did he see those just a few years old?
How did he endure, how did he grow up, grow up in an environment like the capital, and then face his enemies!
How did he stay calm?
Feng Sujin felt that she didn't have such a good concentration, she couldn't do it, she couldn't.
She's messed up now.
She could not imagine how Jun Mohan would face her with such a painful heart if she was really the daughter of Lilihou.
How much he should love her, but what kind of suffering would he have to endure?
Feng Sujin felt that at this moment, she couldn't breathe in pain and was choking.
She felt like she was going crazy.
At this moment, she really had the idea of ​​killing herself.
Leaving marks?
If the waiting mark is really her father, she can't let go of blood relationship, she will drain the blood.
She could kill herself like this.
Feng Sujin felt a little numb to herself.
"bump!"
At that moment, Jun Mohan knocked the door open.
He stepped forward and dragged Feng Sujin.
But Feng Sujin held her arms tightly, holding Nalancai.
Nalancebo's face rose and rose, and he was about to be strangled to death.
Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin like this, and was distressed to death, "Ajin, Ajin, don't be like this, don't be like this, Ajin, think about me, you think about me ..."
Jun Mohan's voice permeated into Feng Sujin's ears. Feng Sujin turned slowly, and when he saw him, his body was hollowed out, and he softened weakly.
Jun Mohan hugged Feng Sujin and patted her back, "Good, good, okay, okay, don't be affected by others' words, eh?"
Feng Sujin's eyes were full of tears.
She took a few deep breaths and choked, "Mohan, how old were you at that time, how much pain do you have, they all it, kill them, and I want to kill myself."
"You are not the daughter of Lilichen, no, you remember, you are not."
"Blood ... Bloodline ..."
"Your father is far from the wind, and no one is, and there is no evidence now, don't think about it."
Feng Sujin blinked with tears in her eyes, "Then ... there is evidence? How do you face me, how do you face me ..."
Feng Sujin now wants to kill her own heart.
She loves Jun Mohan. For Jun Mohan, she can use her own knife.
"There is evidence that you are also my lover my wife."
"Mo Han, how can you be so good!"
Speaking of this sentence, Feng Sujin reached down and laid his hand on Jun Mohan's heart. "You have suffered so much pain here, how can you bring me warmth! I have not loved you better."
Feng Sujin thinks about the warmth and care that Jun Mohan gave her before, she feels sore and astringent in her heart.