Ji Zhuo was playing with a dagger at this time.

The dagger was delicate and a little fancy, inlaid with many precious gems, but not fancy.

It was copied by her subordinates from the Zhang family.

She looked more pleasing to the eye, so she took it in her hand and played with it.

Yu Hua looked at the bronze mirror and removed the red color from the corners of his eyes little by little.

She seemed to be in a good mood at this time, and she pulled the dagger out of its scabbard, allowing it to spin flexibly around her fingertips, not afraid of hurting herself.

"My subordinates went down to copy the Zhang family and copied something interesting from Second Master Zhang's study......"

Ji Zhuo said nonchalantly.

Although Yu Hua felt uncomfortable about her on the side, he could only catch her words and ask.

"What is it that can attract the favor of the young marshal?"

Listening to his pretended flattering tone, Ji Zhuo sneered, and then said: "In Second Master Zhang's study, I saw a few paintings, and there was a peerless beauty painted on them......

"That beauty, it's you."

Ji Zhuo looked at his almost perfect face with interest.

Yu Hua listened to her words, and the action of removing makeup paused, and a moment of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Then he looked at Ji Zhuo, looking a little puzzled.

"It's just something inconsequential, the young marshal told me at this time, I don't know what it means?"

He laughed inexplicably.

She picked up the sharp dagger in her hand and suddenly reached for his neck, the sharp blade with a chill.

Yu Hua stiffened, and his cold hair stood on end.

The dagger didn't fall on his neck.

Instead, he picked up a strand of his long hair from the side.

Ji Zhuo continued to speak, and his tone was extremely frivolous, like a disciple who molested a girl from a good family on the street.

"In ancient times, it was always said that the woman was in trouble, I saw that the beauty was beautiful, and she could afford the word disaster, otherwise why did so many people flock to it?"

She shaved off a strand of his hair.

Pick it up with a dagger and throw it on the dresser at will.

The ridicule in her tone was a bit humiliating, and Yu Hua just smiled lightly.

"The young marshal praises falsely."

Yu Hua then took off her makeup.

But someone suddenly grabbed his wrist, and his hands were very cold, which made him stiff, and before he could react, he was pulled hard.

Immediately fell to the ground and was crushed under him.

His long hair poured down like ink.

And Ji Zhuo pressed on himself.

Stick so tight.

The breaths mingle together.

Close enough to hear each other's heartbeats.

Yu Hua seemed to feel that there was a string in his head, and someone plucked it fiercely, and the string vibrated violently.

And the heart trembled violently like the strings.

He was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard a gunshot, and the sound of the glass window being shattered by bullets.

"Bang!"

Resounding throughout the theater.

Shards of glass fell to the ground, along with two others.

After shielding him from the bullet, she pulled him up and pushed him into a hidden corner.

I don't know when I took out a silver gun.

"Bang!"

She pointed at the spot where the bullet had hit, and someone fell in front of the attic window opposite.

Ji Zhuo came to the theater, naturally brought people, at this time they were chasing the assassin, downstairs there was a commotion, screams and gunshots one after another,

She had just shot the man on the other side.

No one had a chance to shoot this way.

He put away the silver gun lightly, dusted off the hem of his clothes, and did not panic at all about being assassinated.

If it weren't for the shards of glass scattered all over the room.

Look at her like this, I thought it hadn't happened before.

Yu Hua is not her.

He was still huddled in the corner she had pushed away, his face buried in the shadows, a faint tremble.

Ji Zhuo sat down in her original position.

Someone knocked on the door outside the door, it was Ji Zhuo's subordinates, "Young Marshal, are you okay?" ”

"Nothing."

Ji Zhuo said casually.

The outsiders had left, and there was still a cacophony outside the room, and the room had returned to calm.

"Here we are."

Ji Zhuo said pointedly.

The dagger was still swirling in her hand, the sharp blade flashing cold on her fingertips, and the white afterimage bloomed in her hand.

"Zhang Zuosi has made a move."

A smile welled up on her lips.

Yu Hua did not move, nor did he respond to her.

Ji Zhuo glanced over casually, and found that his face was very pale, and his hands were grasping the hem of his clothes on his knees, and his joints were white.

The tragic scenes of his childhood passed by before his eyes again.

Gunshots and screams were ringing in his ears, the smell of blood penetrated the tip of his nose and drove away, and one important person after another fell before his eyes, and he was powerless.

He was never on his own.

He was afraid of gunshots.

Really scared, scared.

Especially the sound of gunfire at hand.

As soon as the gun went off.

It will pull tragic memories to roar towards him.

He hated and feared.

He really wanted to take the memories out of his head.

He has been evading, immersed in the babbling and noisy sounds on the stage, immersed in the play, immersed in other people's lives.

It's as if you can forget who you are.

Forget the blood feud that you are burdened with, but you are powerless to do.

Until she came.

In a nonchalant tone.

Brutally tear apart the past he'd been trying to escape.

He is Zhang Yongji's illegitimate son.

Zhang Yongji is his enemy who hates him to the point that his soul trembles.

Zhang Yongji is dead.

But his son Zhang Zuohei is still alive.

He longed to eat its flesh raw.

But he is powerless to take revenge.

So he wanted to escape, to escape everything he carried, the life of Yu Hua, the blood of a city of people.

But she wouldn't let it.

She made Zhang the heir.

Once again, from the hideous memories.

Walk up to him.

"Scared?"

Ji Zhuo glanced at him lightly, got up and walked in front of him, picked up the green silk that covered his face with a dagger, and squatted in front of him to speak casually.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, I'll protect your ......"

She stroked his hair gently, her voice low and gentle, giving people a reassuring power, and the next second she could knock people into the abyss.

"When you have value in using it."

Her movements are really gentle, and there is a bit of ambiguity, like getting along with lovers.

And her eyes were too cold.

It's like a cold winter night, and it's chilling.

She said it casually, not even bothering to pretend, Fang Cai's comfort was just a whim, and there was no pity in her eyes.

"What if I'm worthless?"

Yu Hua's mood seemed to have settled down a little, and his face was still buried in the haze, his voice seemed to be calm, but his face was frighteningly white.

Ji Zhuo sneered.

As if laughing at how he would ask such a stupid question.

"No use value, of course it's ......"

Her fingers still fell gently on his hair, caressing it gently, as if she were caressing a pet.

"Leave to fend for yourself."

Naturally indifferent, the wind is light to the bone.

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