After the hot tea was served, the honeysuckle didn't take a sip.

She didn't have any active interest in drinking tea, but now she was in no mood to drink it, and kept supporting her head with her elbows in a daze.

"Are you waiting for me?" An abrupt male voice rushed in.

Honeysuckle hadn't heard this sound a few times, let alone a good one, but at first glance, Honeysuckle immediately raised her eyelids and was very sober. It's like being pushed into an ice cave in the middle of winter.

What catches my eye is a man.

Wearing purple clothes.

The whole person is yin and yang.

His name is Yan Wuji.

"If you dare to slip away under my nose, I'll kill your father." The man seemed to sense her intentions and quickly put down the threat.

Honeysuckle smiled awkwardly: "Brother Wuji, what a coincidence." ”

She really didn't understand why a killer leader was so arrogant, so he showed up without a trace of concealment.

Aren't killers usually mysterious? It's more normal to cover your face so that others can't recognize you, so as not to encounter the enemy's pursuit and killing, right?

This surnamed Yan is expected that no one will be able to catch him?

Yan Wuji smiled narcissistically: "You haven't answered my question just now, are you waiting for me?" ”

Honeysuckle: "No. ”

Of course!

No!

Wait for a fart.

What am I waiting for you to do?

Isn't it interesting to be misunderstood and entangled with a gang of killers?

Waiting for you to threaten to kill my father?

Am I crazy?

Yan Wuji: "You woman is good at everything, but she has a hard mouth." If you don't think it's made you suffer, you won't tell the truth. As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword and said to Honeysuckle: "Say, are you waiting for me?" ”

A sword hangs from Honeysuckle's neck.

What else can honeysuckle say?

What else can I say!

She regretted it very much, oh no, 100% regretted why she went out today. Even if you can't sleep at home, it's better than now, and it's better to ask something in front of Bai Che than now.

Never mind.

She can't never go out.

As long as you go out, you may meet this madman.

She's too hard.

！！！

Honeysuckle nervously: "It seems so." ”

"What do you mean? Yes, you think that if you add a look, you can negate your infatuation with me. Yan Wuji frowned unhappily, and had no intention of putting the sword away at all.

Yan Wuji's frowning brows were not yet stretched: "I'll give you another chance, say, were you thinking about me just now." ”

Honeysuckle gritted her teeth: "Yes." ”

It's your uncle.

Even if I think about you, I am also thinking about when you will die. You who have blood-stained hands, you who sold killers to Xia Jingming to help him do mischief, you are a cancer when you live.

Who is rare.

！！！

After Honeysuckle said yes, she looked at Yan Wuji cautiously, but she found that Yan Wuji seemed to have forgotten to draw back her sword. She smiled awkwardly again: "Well, can you take the sword back first?" ”

Chat like this.

I'm scared.

I'm afraid that if your hands shake, my neck will get blood. Bai Che is no longer interested in my appearance, and with a scar on his neck, he may be even less interested......

Yan Wuji: "No, I haven't finished asking yet." ”

Honeysuckle: "......"

Haven't finished asking yet?

I'm not done yet!

What other strange things to ask?

I'm crazy to hear a lie.

With the sword on my neck like this, what truth can I say, what truth do I dare to say?

What is this called, torture to extract confessions!!