A night breeze blew.

At that time, the sky was getting dark, and the magnificent four-wheeled carriage set up by eight fire dragons had already covered its tent, light purple, gentle quicksand, and the moon was dark and the wind was high...... A night like that...... The smell of death that emanates from a man......

Even, even when the dagger rested on his main artery, he didn't move, and he didn't even open his eyes.

In the last bit of sunset, his faint face was illuminated, and it was also a 10,000-year-old Xuanbing, but it returned to shine back to the last bit of brilliant Tsinghua.

Oh, this man, that's really good-looking.

His eyelashes are so long, and his face is so pale, like spring snow in March and peony in May......

In her life, she had never seen such a good-looking person.

Not to mention a man, even among women, she had never seen such a stunning color—her heartbeat, under the dagger, thumping straight ahead, just as she had seen him for the first time.

Such a man.

How can you let people treat him with filth, evil, ****, deception, and cheating...... Such dirty words are linked???

Even his stubborn remnants, his breath of death, his withered hands...... Even the green blood vessels on the arms that flow slowly and slowly with blood flowing...... It's like a person who can't bear to be hurt by his own kind......

Princess Pengcheng's hands trembled again.

Extreme excitement mixed with extreme jealousy and hatred...... A voice shouted loudly in his head: Kill him! Kill him! Gotta kill him! Kill this damn monk, and there is nothing in the world that can stop you...... Kill him...... The man who killed Feng Miaolian!

Since you can't get it, then destroy him completely. Such an opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

However, when her hand was forced, it trembled terribly.

Turning again, he suddenly sneered: "Ye Jia...... You have one more chance to live!! This is the last time I give you a chance, and after that, there will never be a second time. ”

The man's eyes were still slightly closed, and he didn't even tremble his eyelashes, or even dodge at all. Lonely, haggard, and tired to the extreme...... There is no longer any attempt to make any compromises or concessions to fate. He didn't fight, he just sat in his chair.

The wind blew on his face, and there were bursts of knife-like pain, and the leaves rolled up and fell on his body one by one...... In the coldest winter, with a most brutal sense of beauty and pleasure.

"Ye Jia, you write down the crime of that ****. Don't miss a word, you can write whatever I say...... ...... your experience of fornicating with that ****" She paused, and added, "If you write it like this, just say that she seduced you......"

As if talking to herself: "She was the one who seduced you." That ****, she doesn't keep women's morals...... If she hadn't seduced you, you wouldn't have fallen for her tricks......"

After that, he held the dagger tighter, and his voice changed from extreme excitement to calm cruelty, and he raised the dagger and said proudly: "Ye Jia, this is the last chance I give you...... If you write, you'll save your life......"

Silent. Between heaven and earth is a terrible silence. This makes it even more strange when the wind comes out, as if a demonic beast is walking against the wind, and the unpredictable disaster is sweeping and frantically throwing it down to the ground......

There was no answer, no resistance, no duel, even, just a one-man show.

Princess Pengcheng suddenly had the illusion that she was talking to a dead person, and what she was threatening was just a dead person...... This feeling made her feel a little creepy, and her body couldn't help but retreat slightly, but the dagger still didn't leave Ye Jia's neck.

She gritted her teeth, and suddenly with a force, the dagger went down. She could see it clearly, a wisp of blood oozing out faintly...... The red blood smelled of blood in the wind, but she breathed a sigh of relief. It is a living person, and a dead person will not have such blood......

However, the "big living man" didn't even snort, as if the dagger was not stabbing flesh and blood, but an unconscious rotting flesh thorn......

She gritted her teeth and lowered the dagger a little further, and at this time, the blood flowed more and more fiercely, like a faint river of blood, slowly flowing down......

Still, the man didn't move. She suddenly screamed: "Ye Jia...... Are you dead?? You dead man...... Ye Jia...... Say something...... Are you dead or alive...... Ye Jia...... Damn bald ass, don't you play dead...... Tell me a word...... Dead bald donkey......"

Because of fear, his hands trembled so much that he couldn't even hold the dagger, as if in the dark, a group of evil spirits were whistling through the night...... She jumped to her feet in shock, and with a bang, the dagger in her hand had fallen to the ground.

"King Xianyang is dead?"

She couldn't believe it.

He looked around blankly, as if he didn't know where the sound came from, and he wasn't sure......

The wind blew in a bleak manner, with an extremely strange atmosphere, rustling through the woods, and the winter was bleak, and the smell of death came to the face.

Peng Cheng was so frightened that he kept retreating. No matter how bold she is, after all, she is a pampered daughter. In the past, even if he attacked Ye Jia, it was in the capital, in a prosperous place, there were guards with him, and there were ambushes in the dark. How many times has it been like this?

Alone, armed with a dagger, trying to break with the enemies of the world?

"Who is it? Who's pretending to be a ghost here? Get out of here...... If you don't get out, don't blame me, you're welcome......" she shouted angrily, trying to give herself a bit of courage. However, the voice came out, and in the gusts of wind and waves, it was quickly drowned, and it seemed so pale and weak, so weak.

"Who is it...... Get out of ......"

The answer to her was still only the sound of the wind. She finally couldn't help it, jumped up, and quickly picked up the dagger in her hand, but her legs were already weak, her teeth were chattering, and she didn't know whether it was frightened or cold, just out of instinct, she once again put the dagger across Ye Jia's neck: "Death...... Dead Bald Donkey...... Dead ......"

She was stunned.

The man had opened his eyes at some point. At this moment, an extremely brilliant brilliance flowed from his eyes, just like the time of a person's life, condensed for decades, only at this moment, flowing by in an uproar. His withered countenance, his withered hands like eagle talons, his pale and lifeless...... All of a sudden, they were gone.

He sat up straight, in high spirits.

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