Under the nervous eyes of everyone, Jiang Yuan fisted and went straight to Ma Xiaoyu's head.

If this punch is hit, Ma Xiaoyu is definitely dead and dead, and the end is tragic.

Just when Jiang Yuan's fist was getting closer and closer to Ma Xiaoyu, the dry Guo could not help but want to shoot.

Suddenly, Jiang Yuan's body stopped.

His fist, hard-hittingly, stayed in front of Ma Xiaoyu’s forehead.

As long as you go further, the horse will be fragrant.

Fortunately, Ginger eventually stopped.

Seeing Jiang Yuan really stopped, and suddenly, many people were relieved of this.

Jiang Yuan's little jade, who had been watching Geek Yuan gently, looked at the fist that was close at hand, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face.

She did not pay attention to the injury caused by Jiang Yuan's fist wind, but smiled and raised her hands and held Jiang Yuan's fist.

"I knew you could.'

“Wake up, Jiang Yuan, I don’t want to see my man become a madman.”

After Jiang Yuan stopped, Ma Xiaoyu seized the opportunity and worked hard to wake Jiang Yuan.

It seems that Ma Xiaoyu's move has restored Jiang Yuan's sanity a little.

Ma Xiaoyu said, he listened to him.

Seeing that Ma Xiaoyu almost died at his own hands, his heart could not help being afraid for a while.

But the reason he recovered seemed so fragile under that tug of hatred.

He could clearly feel his own reason, once again being swallowed up.

"Xiao Yu, you go, I can't control myself, you leave, or I may kill you."

Jiang Yuan's face was distorted, and he said with a little difficulty.

In his current mind, there are two voices, one is to let him fight to avenge the hairy, and the other is to tell him that he can't go on like this again, otherwise he will hurt the people around him.

The latter is much weaker than the former.

“No, I won’t leave you, how can I leave you alone?”

"I don't believe you'll hurt me, I'm sure you can control yourself, and you must believe in yourself."

Seeing Jiang Yuan regained a little sense, Ma Xiaoyu suddenly said one of the joys, while playing the iron.

As for the danger of Jiang Yuan, she did not pay attention to it at all.

Dry Guo saw Ma Xiaoyu really let Jiang Yuan restore a little sanity, and his heart was a little complicated.

She could not help but work hard to awaken Jiang Yuan's reason.

But in exchange, it is Jiang Yuan's three unrelenting punches.

And Ma Xiaoyu only did the same thing with her, but Ma Xiaoyu was successful.

Such a difference, in the heart of the drought, will inevitably be a little complaining.

Although there is a little complaining in my heart, but the dry Guo also knows that now is not the time to play small.

Now, Jiang Yuan has not been able to restore a little sense, and he must not let this reason be swallowed up by hatred.

So, after Ma Xiaoyu spoke, she also immediately persuaded Jiang Yuan to come.

"Yes, Jiang Yuan, you must hold on."

"If you continue to go crazy, then Ma Xiaoyu and your daughter will be hurt because of you."

“Do you want to see them hurt, even killed by you?”

The drought effort inspires the love of Jiang Yuan.

She knew that only with love can we suppress hate and restore Jiang Yuan to her senses.

The faceless and the little fox obviously also understood that now was the critical time, and they also came up with a part of their ability to open their mouths.

"I also believe you can do it, and nothing can be difficult for you."

"Big bad, you almost scared me to death, if you scare me again, I will ignore you."

After the faceless and the little fox spoke, the baby on Jiang Yuan's back also came with a god's cooperation.

“Oh, yeah... . . .

The baby's small hands, clasped Jiang Yuan's shoulder, small mouth one by one, as if he were talking.

This time, their efforts were not in vain.

After they spoke, they felt their concern, and the little bit in Jiang Yuan's eyes was devoured with clear colors, and the resistance became tenacious.

He looked at the little jade horse, the dry wolf, the face is unbeatable, and the little fox one by one.

Looking at their eyes full of care, worry and hurry, a warm current, flowing through Jiang Yuan's heart.

Where the heat flowed, the hatred that almost enveloped his whole body, was forced to retreat a lot.

Finally, his eyes fell on the baby on his back.

Although the baby is strange, it is not magical to understand everything when he is born.

Seeing Jiang Yuan turning her head to look at herself, she lay on Jiang Yuan’s back and smiled.

"My child, I have children, and I promised to keep the child anyway."

Looking at a smiling baby, Jiang Yuan could not help but whisper.

However, when he thought of the hairy, he felt the pain in his chest.

A woman who has no regrets and follows her own, a woman who has given everything for herself, a woman who gave birth to a daughter for herself...

But such a woman, in front of her own eyes, was forced to explode.

Thinking about this, Jiang Yuan's heart suddenly raised a sense of guilt.

In his view, it is his own responsibility, it is his own use, even his own woman can not protect, will let the hair miserable.

The more I thought about it, the more guilty in Jiang Yuan’s heart was.

However, after seeing the sueqin, this piece of guilt suddenly turned into hatred.

He is responsible for his own death, but he is even more damned.

If not for him, how could he have self-exploded?

In an instant, just a little bit of hatred, rose again.

Hatred, Jiang Yuan's sanity, was overwhelmed again.

“Screaming...”

Then he cried, and his eyes were clear, and he was gone.

The change of Jiang Yuan, Ma Xiaoyu around him felt it for the first time.

She felt Jiang Yuan's guilt clearly.

Seeing the hatred of Jiang Yuan rising again, she felt that she was not good, and she jumped forward and hugged Jiang Yuan's body.

“Jian Yuan, I beg of you, don’t do this.”

"You don't blame Mao's death, you shouldn't blame yourself, I'm sure, Mao doesn't want to see you as it is now."

Ma Xiaoyu hugged Jiang Yuan and said, her tears could not help but flow down.

She knew that Jiang Yuan was a person who liked to carry on himself.

Now, he is obviously blaming his own head for his death.

She could quite imagine how painful it was to fall into self-blame and guilt.

Seeing Jiang Yuan's pain, how can she feel it?

“Little girl, let it go!”

The sound came from Ginger’s mouth.

Clearly, he was about to be unable to control himself.

He could not guarantee that he would be mad again, and he could leave his hand on Ma Xiaoyu again.

Ma Xiaoyu also understood the situation of Jiang Yuan at this time.

But she didn’t let go, but hugged it tighter.

"No, I will not let go, death will not let go, how can I watch you go crazy and destroyed?" 」

"If I could use my death to wake you up, I would rather die."

Ma Xiaoyu cried and said that the mood fluctuates greatly and there is a tendency to collapse.