Jiang Lingran stared at him, leaned forward, his pale lips opened slightly, and a small piece of red tongue tip behind the teeth loomed, bringing out a bit of demonic energy, and the soft timbre of the past was hoarse and low at this time, like the friction sound of a boning knife on a whetstone in the middle of the night: "If I said that my brother told me, will Master Hou believe it?" ”

Meng Zhipei looked directly at her eyes but seemed to be looking at a pair of dry wells, the gloomy dead air made him cowardly, and he was about to turn his eyes away but suddenly heard this, his heart was terrified, and his eyes suddenly opened, and the composure he had just created collapsed because of this sentence, and he almost immediately avoided it backwards and stayed away from her.

Jiang Lingran looked at his frightened face, and trembled with laughter on the table: "You are nothing more than that!" ”

Meng Zhipei realized that he had been tricked by her, and the only trace of guilt in his heart was annihilated, he took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, eased the tension in his body and the fear in his heart, took a sip of tea, and returned to his graceful and luxurious, humble gentleman appearance in an instant.

"Yes! Jiang Ji's thing is what I did. ”

Jiang Lingran stopped smiling and looked at him coldly.

Meng Zhipei carried a small pot to refill a cup of tea for himself, caught a glimpse of her pale face, his heart was slightly balanced, and he chuckled, laughing happily and relieved his hatred: "Who can you blame?" It's all your fault, if it weren't for you, your brother wouldn't have died like this! ”

"Knowing that your brother and sister have a deep relationship, I will be kind and send you to meet your brother below as soon as possible, how about it?"

Jiang Lingran sat upright, listening carefully to his every word like a student listening to a lecture, and after listening, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Okay!" ”

Her response was beyond Meng Zhipei's expectations, the cheerfulness on his face went blank for a moment, and then he squinted, and the cold light shot out from the narrow slit of his eyes, and he asked uneasily: "What are you calculating!" ”

Jiang Lingran smiled lightly and lowered her eyes, her onion-like fingers slowly brushed the surface of the wooden box, and the carved twig pattern on the surface of the box seemed to become bewitching and vivid under the rubbing of her fingertips.

The box was opened, and Jiang Lingran took out a dagger with a silver-white body and a dragon pattern engraved with it.

The dagger is very luxurious and exquisite, especially the three sapphires set on the handle, which are pure in color and dazzling.

Such a dagger is more valuable for enjoyment than practical.

Meng Zhipei remembered that this dagger was given to Jiang Lingran by Jiang Ji, and when he saw it, he laughed at her and said that such a dagger was afraid that it would be in vain.

Now the blade is out of the sheath, the cold light is flashing, and the anger is overwhelming.

Jiang Lingran casually dropped the scabbard and watched the blade shine in the sunlight from the pane.

Meng Zhipei looked at her vigilantly and said, "What are you doing!" ”

Jiang Lingran glanced at him: "Kill you!" ”

Meng Zhipei thought that he had misheard, and opened his mouth for a moment before organizing a short and straightforward question from his chaotic mind: "You said you were going to kill me?!" ”

Look at the incredulous look, and listen to the horrible tone! How stupid! He had done such an unforgivable thing, and expected her to love him with all her heart and without complaint? Jiang Lingran sneered.

Her smile was like a poisonous needle piercing Meng Zhipei's body, and her behavior was like being bitten by a dog that had been raised for many years to him, Meng Zhipei was in pain and angry, his face froze, grinding his teeth and slapping his palm on the table, which shook the teacup for a while. Disdain and disgust scolded: "You are really crazy, Qingyi looks at you pitiful, and wants to spare your life, now it seems that there is no need to do this." You are a vicious and vicious person, you are innocent of death! ”

Jiang Lingran stared at him, and the murderous aura all over his body suddenly rose, like a pool of death suddenly set off a wave of blades, unstoppable!

She learned his movements, slapped her palm on the table, leaned forward, bullied him, and said sharply: "Meng Zhipei, I have been married to you for five years, and in these five years, you have deceived me without a father and mother, deceived me into being helpless, you harmed my son, indulged in concubines and insulted me, and labeled me as a femme fatale, and watched me being misunderstood and scolded by thousands of people with cold eyes... I can endure everything one by one, who made me stupid and believed in your promise! It's my choice, my life, and I deserve it! ”

"But you shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't touch my brother!"

"Now that he's dead, you're running out."

The tone was slow, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of between the teeth, with a bone-eating hatred.

The blade slammed down, Meng Zhipei was stunned, he never knew that she had so many complaints about him, and he had never seen such a cold and bloodthirsty Jiang Lingran.

At this moment, he believed that Jiang Lingran really wanted to kill him!

Willing to cut his body, dare to pull the emperor off the horse! If she had been mad and stabbed with a dagger, he might have been hurt by her.

Adhering to the principle that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, Meng Zhipei broke off the idea of arguing with her, and was about to get up and leave immediately, but as soon as he moved his arm, he noticed something strange - his arm was unusually heavy and stiff, like falling on a boulder.

When he moved his legs again, he found that his legs were unconscious when he didn't even notice it!

Meng Zhipei "chuckled" in his heart, and finally panicked on his face, gritted his teeth and said, "Poisonous woman, what have you done to me!" ”

Hearing this, Jiang Lingran glanced at the tea that was still boiling on the small stove, and said with a smile: "I put something in the tea, what does Master Hou feel now?" Do you feel suffocated in your chest? ”

She didn't say it or not, after listening to her, Meng Zhipei only felt a bad breath coming up from his chest, he couldn't help coughing, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from his lips.

The blood was dazzling, and Meng Zhipei was completely panicked: "Slut, you dare to go down...!" Before the words were finished, another mouthful of blood gushed out.

Damn it! Hateful! He had never been defensive against her, but she had poisoned him!

Jiang Lingran stood up with a dagger, looked at him condescendingly, and said disapprovingly: "Paying off debts, killing people to pay for life, it's a matter of course, why is Hou Ye annoyed?" ”

Meng Zhipei didn't care about reasoning with her.

He coughed and wheezed, and streams of blood spilled from his mouth, and soon his front was soaked with blood.

The fear of death drove Meng Zhipei to flee here, but his legs did not obey the call, so he had to lift his heavy hands and push the edge of the table hard, the chair lost its balance, and fell to the ground with the people, the back of his head hit the ground heavily, and he was stunned, and immediately climbed out of the chair after coming back to his senses, dragging his unconscious legs, and crawling out with great effort.

Jiang Lingran didn't move, watching with interest as he dragged a scorching blood stain on the ground, and finally stopped with all his strength, but he didn't give up, and his hands were still working hard towards the peak of the threshold.

"Master Hou is like a maggot at this moment."

Jiang Lingran smiled, stepped on the blood stains left by him, approached him, and suddenly bent down to exert force the moment he stood still, and aimed the dagger at the back of Meng Zhipei's heart and stabbed it in.

"Ahh

With Meng Zhipei's terrible howl, Jiang Lingran pulled out the dagger vigorously, hot blood splattered out from the wound, and a few drops splashed around her eyes, she didn't think so, and kicked his armpit hard with her toes, kicking him over.

The corners of his faintly red eyes were slanted, and he looked at Meng Zhipei critically and indifferently like a fish falling in the desert, panting for breath, red blood flowing out of the wound in the back of his heart, and an almost demonic blood flower spread out under him.

After looking at it for a while, Jiang Lingran squatted down, his skirt was stacked on the blood flowers, and the clean color washed out a scorching red.

Meng Zhipei trembled in pain, almost fainted, stared at her, his eyes were fierce as if he wanted to tear her apart and swallow her alive.

Jiang Lingran was also looking at him, but her eyes tended to be calm, and she said, "Master Hou knows that the person who is cut in half will not die immediately. What would it be like to soberly watch your body being cut in two, and feel the blood flowing from the fracture in severe pain? ”

"I heard that my brother struggled for half an hour before closing his eyes..." The roar choked and blocked the rest of the words. Jiang Lingran was silent for two breaths, her eyelashes trembled and two lines of tears rolled down her frost-white cheeks, she wiped it carelessly, her bloodshot eyes stared at Meng Zhipei, as if asking him and herself: "You say, in the past half an hour, has my brother ever worried about me?" ”

The severe pain at the wound and the gradual suffocation in his chest made Meng Zhipei's facial features turn blue and white.

"Thanks to the Hou Ye, my brother can't even look at death!" His gentle and mournful face suddenly became vicious and violent, and as the last word fell, the dagger in his hand sank into his chest.

Meng Zhipei wanted to raise his hand to stop it, but he couldn't move his fingers stiffly, he watched the dagger fall in despair, feeling the dagger pierce the flesh, break the ribs, and pierce into the softest part of the viscera.

The sharp suffocation pain hit every inch of his body, and it was difficult for him to get a breath of fresh air with all his strength, and the sound of cooing came out vaguely from his roar, accompanied by streams of spilled blood, and the shadow of Jiang Lingzhi in his angry eyes became more and more dissipated...

The eyes that were full of love and tenderness at the beginning, but later full of hatred and disgust, lost the last bit of brilliance in unwillingness and horror, Jiang Lingran let out a sigh, let go of the hand holding the dagger, and stood up in a hurry.

Outside the house, it was overcast at some point, the dark sky was hanging low, and the people who were pressed were out of breath, Jiang Lingran looked at it, pulled his lips desolately, and muttered: "We have all lived as demons!" With that, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.