Xie Yu turned his head and glanced at him, smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, put the sharp dagger in his hand against his neck, and freed his other hand to write:
[I am your father.]
Xie Yu was very fortunate that Qi Ming was sitting in front of the desk, otherwise he would have lost his momentum while pressing him down while looking for a pen to write.
Qi Ming looked at the paper, his face was livid, and he opened his mouth to call for the guards, but before he could speak, Xie Yu blocked his mouth.
Xie Yu turned his head to look at him again, his eyes were very serious, and he looked him up and down.
Qi Ming's scalp tingled from being watched, and his body got goosebumps.
He always felt that the person in front of him looked at him as if he was looking at a pig. Was he wondering where the knife in his hand should cut and where to start
Qi Ming collapsed, he raised his head abruptly, looked at another person in the hall, and blinked wildly at him.
—Call someone!
—Call someone, there are assassins!
However, Fu Sheng didn't move at all, and he didn't have the slightest intention to call out.
Qi Ming was almost suffocated, and he didn't even dare to look into Xie Yu's eyes.
The look in his eyes was horrible.
Finally, Xie Yu withdrew his gaze.
Qi Ming felt the sudden disappearance of that scorching gaze, and was slightly relieved.
"You." Fu Sheng finally opened his mouth. He stood where he was, his voice was a little dry, and he stopped after only one word.
Qi Ming suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Fu Sheng again and hinted.
But he found that Fu Sheng's eyes didn't seem to be on him at all, his eyes were on the person holding him hostage.
Qi Ming's fingers were cold.
His feelings told him that Fu Sheng knew this person, he knew this assassin who held him hostage.
"Why did you come here?" Fu Sheng finally asked, he raised his foot and took two steps closer, his black eyes bottomless, "Are you going to kill him?"
"The purpose of your coming here is for this?"
Qi Ming subconsciously looked at Xie Yu.
Xie Yu was also looking at him with lowered eyes, the young man looked at him and sneered, restrained him with one hand, and picked up a pen with the other hand to start writing.
Qi Ming was very close to him, so he could directly see what he was writing.
Xie Yu wrote it.
[Who is for him, I am here for you.]
[I think this person is a bit annoying and wants to kill him.]
[You don't want him to die?]
After finishing writing, he picked up the paper and held it up to Fu Sheng to see.
Qi Ming stared wide-eyed, wondering who this is.
What is his relationship with Fu Sheng? !
He wants to kill him
Standing in front of him, Fu Sheng looked at the words on the white paper, and for a while he couldn't tell whether Xie Yu was telling the truth or not.
He didn't know how to answer.
The answer should be to want Qi Ming to die, or not to want Qi Ming to die.
Qi Ming saved his life, he couldn't let Qi Ming die.
Xie Yu wrote this on the paper, was it to test him, or was it true.
Xie Yu waited quietly. After waiting for a long time, he didn't get Fu Sheng's answer.
He wasn't impatient either, so he just pressed Qi Ming, picked up a pen and wrote on the paper again:
[Do you want him to die? If you don't, I'll let him go.]
[What I said is real.]
After finishing writing, he picked up the paper again and showed it to Fu Sheng.
Fu Sheng stared at the piece of paper, his palms soaked in sweat.
He even knew what he was hesitating about.
To be on the safe side, he should call a guard.
But for some reason, Fu Sheng raised his eyes, and his words changed as soon as he opened his mouth: "I don't want him to die, so let him go."