The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife

Chapter 1801: Part Ways?

Xi Weizhi sported a smile and remained seated calmly. His demeanor was still alluringly nonchalant. If his face beneath the face was visible, it would probably drive women everywhere wild with infatuation.

However, Xi Weizhi’s eyes were pitch black, revealing nothing but the reflection of Xi Yue.

Xi Weizhi murmured, “Do you finally find me scary, Xi Yue?”

Xi Yue sneered, her gaze unwavering. “Is it that I find you frightening, or is it that you want others to fear you?” she retorted.

She turned and pointed at the grotesque, mangled figures nearby, scoffing, “If creating such horrors is your way of getting attention and making people fear you, then I have to say, Xi Weizhi, you’re being incredibly childish.”

“If this is your true nature…” Xi Yue paused and snickered. “I’m sorry, Weizhi. I think we should part ways.”

Xi Wuzhi’s pupils suddenly contracted, and a piercing blood-red hue began to surface in his dark eyes.

The tension in the room became even more overwhelming. The air was filled with a terrifying chill as if the room had turned into the very depths of hell.

Fixing his gaze on Xi Yue, Xi Weizhi’s raspy voice came out raspy and slow, “You want to get rid of me?”

“What if I am?” Xi Yue’s expression remained unchanged. She didn’t avert Weizhi’s gaze the slightest. Her sweet voice contrasted sharply with the room’s ominous atmosphere. “I never claimed to be a good person. I believe in repaying kindness and seeking revenge. If no one wrongs me, I won’t wrong them.”

“I haven’t intervened in your killings because those people had it coming. But if you start killing innocent people for pleasure, I won’t go out of my way to stop you, but I definitely don’t want to be around someone like that.”

Xi Yue slowly lowered her head, her clear eyes staring directly into Weizhi’s bloodshot eyes. “Weizhi, if you’re just a ruthless psychopath, how can I be certain you won’t turn your torment on me someday? I despise trouble, so let’s part ways!”

After saying that, she turned around and walked toward Anling Yan without hesitation.

Just after taking a few steps, Xi Yue’s wrist was seized by a firm grip.

Xi Weizhi’s palm was burning hot, and his grip on Xi Yue’s fingers was painfully tight. She could feel the pain in her bones and a searing heat on her skin.

Just when Xi Yue grew impatient and a fight was about to break out, Xi Weizhi’s hoarse voice came from behind. “From now on, I will stop doing these things.”

Xi Yue paused, slowly turned her head, and met Xi Weizhi’s eyes.

At some point, Xi Weizhi’s mask had been removed, revealing a breathtakingly handsome face.

But at this moment, his face looked extremely pale. Coupled with the young man’s frail appearance, he looked indescribably lonely and pitiful.

Weizhi gazed intently into Xi Yue’s eyes and repeated, “Xi Yue, if I stop doing these things, will you… will you not abandon me?”

Xi Yue’s heart was slightly moved.

At this moment, Weizhi’s eyes were still dark, but became as clear as crystal, reminding her of her unconscious brother Xiao Chi.

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