Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 152

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Du Zhu and the Empress Dowager’s Various Matters (6)

The system had an obsessive-compulsive disorder attack, “And, what will he do then?”

Lofty and noble was Bai Weiwei’s appearance. Her bearing revealed pitiful pain, however it was also prestigious and valiant, unyielding in the face of injustice.

“He will leave me a dog’s life, not allowing my death. Until I have admitted that he is a poor victim, and my brother, sister, and parents were the perpetrators.”

System: “I thought he would gain favorability for you.”

Bai Weiwei: “You want too much. I can barely hold on to this life, how can I worry about favorability.”

-50, a favorability level where every minute on the clock he wanted to kill her. If she didn’t do something, she would be killed by Mu Yanjun.

Mu Yanjun couldn’t stand to examine Bai Weiwei’s clear and clean eyes. The Bai family were all beasts, they were all dregs. They should all be slaughtered.

The malicious aspect in his eyes leaked out and he drooped, “Want to know what your father has done? He framed...”

Bai Weiwei humphed coldly, “I don’t listen to traitors.”

Mu Yanjun’s fingers twitched, leaving pinch marks on her neck. “He framed...”

Bai Weiwei stubbornly straightened her neck. “I don’t listen to people with vicious poisonous hearts.”

Mu Yanjun gritted his teeth: “I...”

Bai Weiwei suddenly smiled indifferently “You shouldn’t want to say that my Bai family has framed the loyal and good, displayed unruly conduct and tyrannical behavior, and killed countless innocent people. Finally wearing a high hat for themselves, saying that they were among the people who were framed, so you just came for revenge.”

Mu Yanjun: “...” Wasn’t this known to everyone?

Bai Weiwei’s tone is frigid and righteous “Is it that I look to be a very gullible person? The things you would say are all lies.”

Mu Yanjun only felt that his resentful rage was abruptly blocked by Bai Weiwei’s words. His brow furrowed and his eyes shone with anger.

The previously calm voice became fierce. “Did you forget how it was you who made me become something like this?”

Bai Weiwei studied him up and down and said seriously: “I don’t know you.”

【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is at -52.】

Mu Yanjun finally became furious. He grabbed the dagger at his waist and pointed the tip of his blade straight at Bai Weiwei eyes.

Bai Weiwei’s eyes blinked, but she still maintained an uncompromising image in the face of death.

The tip of the knife was only a short distance away from making contact with her eyelids.

Mu Yanjun’s voice was clear and low, and it was completely different from the overcast tone from before.

“By your Bai house, the world was swept up into chaos, and the people could not live happily. Do not know how many people were killed. You still have a face to tell me, that the Bai family were loyal ministers?”

Bai Weiwei’s complexion was pale, her long hair was scattered behind her. Clearly she could be broken with just a delicate touch.

Even so, in the face of his knife’s edge, her eyes didn’t shrink back at all.

She pressed her lips into a frown, and said without missing a beat, “Why wouldn’t there be any face to say it. I am telling the truth, we of the Bai family are loyal and good. You can only slander.”

She possessed no trace of fear or guilt. She seemed as though she really thought that the Bai family was kind.

No. Mu Yanjun bowed his head and glanced over her with cold eyes. Rather, she did not seem to be lying.

His father and the well-dressed officials were tortured to death and refused to change their testimonies. This was also the expression they wore before dying.

At peace, fearless before life and death, with eyes that were calm and clean.

Bai Weiwei suddenly reached out and grasped his weapon, and brought the blade to her neck.

Her actions were orderly, without any hesitation. Her fingers were split by the knife, and her peerless determination to end her life could not be stopped.

Mu Yanjun’s black eyes slightly shook. His hand fluttered as fast as lightning, and the dagger returned to its scabbard.

Bai Weiwei was unable to catch up, with no knife in her path the whole person simply leapt into his arms.