"Even if you die, you can't forget it." Zhongli leaned into Shen Meng's ear and whispered softly.

Like a demon's whisper, he wanted to take revenge on her for the pain he had brought her, and let her remember it all.

In this life, in the next life, it is impossible to forget and fear him forever.

Look at the pair of blue eyes gradually dyed with mist, fragile appearance.

Like delicate and gorgeous flowers, little by little they are withering and withering, making people feel more and more happy.

There is nothing more beautiful in this world than to destroy beautiful things little by little.

He should have done this a long time ago.

"Ahem......" Shen Meng's face was pale, the blood stains on his neck were mottled, and now the whole person was paralyzed and had no strength, and his painful head was confused, but now he was holding Zhongli, his eyes closed, and his voice was hoarse.

"Will you be happy if I die?" Shen Meng spoke.

"No, how can Miss forget, I said, I want Miss, it's better to live than to die." The bell leaves the mouth.

When Shen Meng heard Zhongli's words, he smiled lightly, didn't say anything, and finally fainted directly.

Zhongli stared at Shen Meng, his eyes were very complicated, he was originally going to leave Shen Meng on the bed like this.

In the end, Zhongli couldn't help it, and took the ointment and applied it to Shen Meng's wound little by little, making it heal faster.

Groping with Shen Meng's closed eyes, Zhongli's hand finally stopped in one place.

That was the corner of Shen Meng's eyes, where there was a tear that had not dried up.

"Miss, what if...... How good it would be for you to be genuine to me. Zhongli lowered his head and gently kissed the tear in the corner of his eye, salty and a little obscure......

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In the days that followed, there was calm in the castle, and almost everyone knew that the man who had betrayed and stabbed Zhongli was imprisoned and locked in the highest room of the castle, tortured day and night, and was on the verge of breaking down into madness.

Of course, no one dared to touch her except Zhongli.

Now almost all of the blood clan has been reined in, and he doesn't dare to anger Zhongli by half a point, after all, no one can beat him, even the ancestor was killed by him, and there is anyone else in this world who is his opponent.

"Earl Ian." Zhongli sat in his chair and looked condescendingly at Count Ian, who was surrendered and shackled in front of him.

Earl Ian was the only Bloodline to survive after that day, to be exact, the one who escaped.

It was also after that day that Zhongli issued a hunt warrant, and now the man has been caught.

"You've changed a lot." Count Ian looked at the man in front of him, his mood was a little complicated, Zhongli was still a little immature and changed his mood at the beginning, and now he ......

His eyes were an indifferent gray color, as if nothing had touched him at this time.

However, there may be exceptions.

Earl Ian thought back to the scene he had seen with his own eyes, a scene that Zhongli had never seen.

"Have you figured out how to die?" Zhongli opened his mouth lightly and looked at Earl Ian, as if looking at a dying man.

"I expected that I would be caught by you, but before I died, there was one thing I thought I had to tell you, about Isabhibe." Count Ian spoke, looking at Zhongli.

Sure enough, after hearing this word, Zhongli's eyes fluctuated a little, and he stepped forward to Count Ian.