Fenglu pursues a man. Even for the first time, she forced him to put him in bed She thought it would take three hundred years to melt Junmohan's heart, but no matter how hard she tried, he scorned it Until after her death, Jun Mohan finally felt heartbroken
"Jun Mohan, you just don't know how to love someone, right?
Even it took me three hundred years, I still failed to have you.
If there is another life, I wish I won't be obsessed with you again..."
......
Cherry petals were flying in the air like falling snow in this miles large cherry blossom garden.
Phoenix was sitting under a cherry blossom tree and let these little falling pieces cover on her.
"So you're hiding here!"
Jun Mohan's raging voice came from a distance...
Phoenix rubbed her eyes, only to find that man in white gown was standing under a tree, giving out a sense of coldness and indifference.
Which was just what she liked.
"Ugh, ugh..." She took a gulp of peach blossom liquor but was choked and couldn't stop coughing. Tears welled up in her eyes, an unspeakable pain extended through her veins into her heart and bones.
"Jun Mohan... You come. You come looking for me..." Her big sleepy eyes met his and gave him a seducing glimpse.
He was unconsciously stuck, then he came to himself and turned more angry.
"Phoenix, how dare you deliberately come here to avoid the reality! Snow is suffering in agony now, you're so merciless to..."
"Jun Mohan, am I just a subject for providing blood to you? You really don't love me at all?"
"Love you?"
The guy snorted.
"If you haven't did such vicious thing, I won't be this disappointed to you! Do not be this confident, okay? Why do you always think that all men in the world will love you for you're the phoenix girl of Celestial people? You're so ego! How dare you want me to love you and made her almost dead even though you know that Snow and I are in love with each other?"
What a speech!
Jun Mohan, I just fall in love with you so I'm doomed to be hurt by you.
"How can you assure that it was me that hurt her?"
"So you're saying all of these were just a coincidence?" He roared, suddenly grasped her hand, clutching, scowled at her as if he was about to tear her apart.
He face was twisting, then he hissed in her ear, "Wasn't it for your dirty own interests that you allied with Asmodians? So you managed to distract me and broke into Crystal Hall to try to kill my queen!"
Phoenix screamed, shook his hand off and shouted, "Let go off me! It hurts! You just don't believe me anyway!"
"Don't play the game! Just give me your blood!" Jun Mohan said in disgust.
"Let go! Ugh, ugh..." There was something chock in her chest, she restrained, and stared into his eyes, "Celestial people's blood is extremely precious, only one of it could brought the dead back to life, make dead wood thrive again... I'm just curious why that West Sea princess fails to recover after having blood for six days?"
Damn it! Fists were clutching tightly in his sleeves. Jun Mohan had this impression that she was always following him shamelessly!
But this maiden in front of him...
Her pale little face and pitiful expression, both made his heart fell for her this time.
"You have to pay for your mistakes! You deserve it!"
"It will be convenient for you to send me to Celestial jail or sentence me to thousand lightening striking! One finished, all is finished. Maybe at that time, your lover won't just die painfully but be in perfect condition."
"You!"
Her sarcastic words made Jun Mohan furious instantly. He then ripped her wrist regardless of her resistance.
For an instant, blood gushed out and ped onto the ground.
He sneered, "You think I won't control you? I will have you witness me and Snow have a happy life! I'll leave your blood for Snow's health!"
"No..." Phoenix struggled, but the blood was just continued streaming out of her wrist.
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