Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heires

Ye Wanwan finally couldn't resist the physical pain and mental exhaustion and fainted. Her last memory before fainting was of the man kneeling in front of the bed and holding her hand like a devout Buddhist, begging her to be reincarnated and telling her that he was willing to lay down the butcher's knife for her and become a Buddha on the spot.

In the end, the man's low voice rang in her ears. &Quot; &Quot; in the future, don't run away from me. A man who has fallen into hell and become a devil is very dangerous and brutal. He can lay down his butcher's knife for love, and he can also kill gods and Buddhas for love. &Quot;

The man's threatening and enticing words filled her entire dream.

In a daze, she remembered that when she first met master Ling Ji many years ago, master Ling Ji said that she had fate with Buddha, so he read her fate, " Deep love does not live long, extreme wisdom will hurt!

She still did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

Even now!

"You won't be able to escape."

Si yuanzhen's fingers gently caressed her pale and Haggard face. Because there was no anesthesia or painkiller, even though she was in a coma, her body and mind were suffering a great deal. She was not stable, and her face was full of pain. Her forehead and nose were covered in dense sweat, and occasionally-one could hear faint moans from the depths of her throat.

It was hard to imagine that such a weak woman could be so strong and bear the pain that even men might not be able to bear.

He suddenly remembered that she was a pear flower that bloomed in March and April.

The wintersweet in winter was the shadow of the pear blossoms.

The wintersweet was proud and cold, while the pear blossoms were pure and clean.

Although pear blossoms were delicate, they could also withstand the cold.

Si yuanzhen suddenly felt a little irritable.

Mo Fei leaned against the wall and puffed out smoke. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and handed it to him."Do you want one?"

He took off his sterile clothes and mask. His baby face was surprisingly young. It was hard to imagine that this person was the " money-seeking black-market doctor " who wandered the zstan border.

Si yuanzhen took the cigarette he handed over and put it in his mouth. &Quot; "Sometimes, cigarettes are really a good thing."

Mo Fei couldn't deny it.

Si yuanzhen asked as he puffed on the smoke, " "How are her injuries?"

He felt his fingers tremble uncontrollably, and the long ash on the cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Mo Fei looked at him indifferently. &Quot; you should know better than me how his body is. &Quot;

Although si yuanzhen wasn't a doctor, he had a lot of experience walking on the line between life and death. He knew better than anyone the consequences of a bullet hitting every part of the body.

He would also judge the situation based on his own injuries.

Si yuanzhen kicked mo Fei to the ground, his tone filled with impatience. &Quot; "Don't f * cking give me that. Mo Jiji is like a woman."

He had a rough idea of Ye Wanwan's injuries.

However, he wasn't a doctor, so he didn't dare to be careless when it concerned Ye Wanwan.

Mo Fei got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. &Quot; &Quot; her injuries are very serious, and she has lost too much blood. Her body is originally delicate, and after the bumpy journey, she is very fragile both physically and mentally. Although the bullet in her body has been successfully removed, due to the lack of medicine, she can't receive the best treatment. Soon, she will have a high fever. In such poor medical conditions, you know what a high fever means to her. &Quot;

In this case, a high fever meant that his life was in danger.

Si yuanzhen's expression darkened.

Mo Fei laughed sarcastically. &Quot; of all the things you can learn, why do you have to learn to be sentimental? the men of the SI family are indeed destined to die. &Quot;

The men of the SI Corporation were all favored by the heavens. They were unparalleled in their intelligence and stratagems. They played with power and were extremely intelligent. Every generation of the SI corporation's men was a generation of outstanding heroes.

However, God was fair. The men of the SI Corporation were all short-lived, and very few could live past 50.

Their destiny was either to die alone or to die for love.

It was like a curse. The heavens had given them unparalleled talents, but at the same time, they had also been shackled. This shackled shackles was their most tragic fate.

Si yuanzhen's finger tapped the submachine gun in his hand. &Quot; &Quot; compared to using artificial insemination to keep the SI family's bloodline and then waiting for death alone at the age of 40, I'm more willing to accept this wonderful, fated ending. &Quot;

The men of the SI Corporation had an almost morbid obsession with love and women.

It was probably fate.

Many people would cut off all love and love for their entire lives, growing old alone.

Only the SI clan bloodline had been able to live on for a long time.

"If that's the case, you'll die even faster," mo Fei sneered.

A woman like Ye Wanwan was indeed rare in this world because she was too clean and too pure, both physically and mentally.

A man like si yuanzhen, who had lived in the depths of hell, had a butcher's knife in his hand and was filled with the sin of killing, had no resistance at all towards a woman like this.

It was like black and white.

The rotation of black and white always had a kind of destiny and persistence that was like mo Fei's law.

To a man like si yuanzhen, a woman like her was a slow-acting poison.

It would slowly erode his willpower.

Si yuanzhen was unconcerned. &Quot; don't worry. I'll definitely give birth to the next successor of the SI clan before I die. I'll pass on the SI clan's legacy. &Quot;

"Who's worried about your si corporation's incense offerings?" mo Fei scoffed. He brought the cigarette between his fingers to his mouth and took a deep puff as if he was in a rage. Then, he blew out a large cloud of green smoke. &Quot; si yuanzhen, you're so f * cking despicable. There are three taboos in Buddhism. You're not fated, have no faith, and have no wish. Even gods and Buddhas can't cross you, yet you shamelessly boast and beg a Buddhist girl to cross you. Hehe! Your words can only fool an innocent and ignorant woman like Ye Wanwan. I bet you don't even believe it yourself!"

Si yuanzhen's identity and status determined that he was destined to kill for his entire life. Grandmaster Ling Ji had once said that si yuanzhen's life was to kill. He was destined to have the killing and destruction Wolf constellation. Such a person was destined to hold authority and only control the overall situation. As long as he lived, he would fight endlessly and have no rest.

This was his fate.

Can not be changed.

Otherwise, death!

Hence, everything he said to Ye Wanwan was nonsense to deceive people.

Si yuanzhen stared at the cigarette between his fingers, green smoke rising from the cigarette butt. &Quot; "So what?"

He had never been an upright gentleman and would do anything to achieve his goals. It had always been his style of doing things, and he did have the intention to use the fact that he saved Ye Wanwan's life to attack her heart. He took advantage of her weak and seriously injured state and used her faith in Buddhism to crush the hesitation, hesitation, and wavering in her heart in one fell swoop.

She had no way to escape.

Mo Fei took a deep breath. &Quot; you're not asking her to help you. You're trying to drag her into hell. &Quot;

In the inferno, there were trillions of disasters, and the result was an indefinite life.

See, you can't leave hell.

Who could?