"I know you hate me, you can take this life, but you should find him more, it is because of him that you are involved and innocent." Ning Wanwan calmed down, looked at Jing Ruhua and said, she hates, she hates Tang Xuanzong, she hates herself even more, she hates herself for being blind.

"I know!" Jing Ruhua said calmly, looking at a white silk and dagger on the plate next to her, Jing Ruhua stepped forward, picked up the white silk and walked towards Ning Wanwan.

Ning Wanwan stood there with her eyes closed, waiting for death, she was tired, she didn't want to do the task anymore, and she didn't want to stay in this world, if she could use this life to give it back to her, then take it.

Jing Ruhua looked at Ning Wanwan quietly waiting for death, the white silk that had been put around her neck suddenly loosened, the golden soft light flashed, the long white silk was divided into two, Jing Ruhua's fingers moved, and the white silk that was divided into two wrapped around Ning Wanwan's hands and feet, and tied them tightly.

Ning Wanwan was hung on the beam, his eyes were dead and gray, and he didn't struggle, and a glimmer of light flashed in Jing Ruhua's eyes.

Picking up the dagger from the plate, as soon as his body moved, he floated in the air, and the dagger in his hand was close to Ning Wanwan's face, "Do you think it will be so easy to die?" The voice was like a thousand years of ice, cold and biting.

"Whatever you want." Ning Wanwan snorted coldly, what else can he do if Zuo is just dead.

A trace of anger welled up in Jing Ruhua's eyes, the blade in his hand turned, a cold light flashed, and the skirt that Ning Wanwan wore on his body fell from the air like snowflakes.

The wind on this ancient summer night was still very cold, and Ning Wanwan's body shrank, goosebumps still appeared on his skin, and at this time, a trace of foreboding flashed in Ning Wanwan's heart.

"If you want to kill, you will kill, clean and neat." It's a pity that Ning Wanwan forgot that Jing Ruhua's favor may not be avenged, but the revenge is ten times the return, how could the person who killed Songhua let go of the murderer of Songhua so simply and neatly.

Jing Ruhua's body floated behind Ning Wanwan, looking at her smooth and white back, the dagger was at the tip of Ning Wanwan's neck, and the sharp knife was against the back of Ning Wanwan's neck, and Ning Wanwan's neck shrank, as if she had been pricked by a needle.

"It would be a pity if this beautiful skin was destroyed." Jing Ruhua's hand slowly moved down, and the dagger in her hand slowly slid down with her hand, Ning Wanwan felt a tingling pain in her skin, and the cold tip of the knife had entered her skin.

Jing Ruhua opened the knife from the neck, down the back to the **** cut a slit, blood began to emerge from the slit, in the white back looked particularly dazzling, Jing Ruhua stretched out his hand, pinched the cut opening, and then pulled the skin to both sides, suddenly tore, the skin and the bloody flesh separated, Ning Wanwan screamed, if the knife cut the skin is only very painful, the skin that was deeply torn is simply life is worse than death.

Because Ning Wanwan was hung in the air, the skin torn apart from the flesh between the back and the two arms was connected together, opening left and right, like two bat wings, the skin and flesh on the back were torn apart, and the next should be the legs and arms, and a straight line was drawn on the inside of Ning Wanwan's two thighs, and along that line began to slowly cut down, because the legs were cylindrical, Jing Ruhua had to peel off half of the back first, and then go to Ning Wanwan.

"Passive, it would be a pity if it undermined integrity." The pain made Ning Wanwan's hands and feet that were tied together shake.

"Crazy, crazy, you killed me." Ning Wanwan's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse.

"I'm crazy." Jing Ruhua stretched out her blood-stained hand and clasped Ning Wan's throat, a hint of madness flashed in her eyes.