To obey him, to obey him, seems to have become an intuition, an instinct, a kind of nature engraved in bone and blood.
It takes great courage to resist His Royal Highness King Jin.
Ling Feng bit his lip and angrily closed his mouth and stood aside.
Since ancient times, there have been many misfortunes! The ancients never lied to me! Ling Feng's eyes were red, his hands clenched into fists, and he stared at Su Luo coldly and ruthlessly.
Nangong Liuyun shoved the dagger into Su Luo's hands, smiled lightly but coquettishly, pointed at his chest, and coaxed her softly: "Come on, stab here, stab it and you'll be relieved, darling."
His face was calm without the slightest warmth, and he firmly clasped Su Luo's hand, leaving her no room for resistance.
Su Luo was frightened and angry, and shouted: "Nangong Liuyun, enough! Really enough! Stop me now!"
Nangong Liuyun held her hand tightly, and the corners of his mouth evoked a charming and charming smile, like the cherry blossoms in March were indifferently intoxicating. He didn't allow her to refuse, and held her wrist holding the dagger, the tip of the knife aimed at the very center of his heart.
"You know, I, Nangong Liuyun, have never dared to say anything when I do things, and I have never cared about other people's opinions. But you, Su Luo, are an exception." Nangong grabbed her hand, her eyes were cold, "You can take revenge. Yes, come on, come on out."
Nangong Liuyun looked at her with dark eyes, looked deeply into her eyes, and borrowed her hand to point the tip of the knife at her heart, the most deadly vein gate.
No matter how high your martial arts are, the heart is always fatal. With one stab, even the most powerful master will fall.
He held her hand tightly, his whole person was calm and expressionless, only approaching step by step, aggressively, forcing her to kill him.
Su Luo shook her head again and again, trying hard to break his hand. She only muttered that I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Su Luo said 10,000 sorry in her heart, but she couldn't say a word.
But Nangong Liuyun turned a deaf ear, just smiled faintly, as gorgeous and lonely as fireworks in March.
There was a smile in his eyes, but his eyes seemed indifferent.
He touched Su Luo's face and called her name: "Nangong Liuyun has never been sincere to anyone, only you..."
Before he finished speaking, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he pressed her hand heavily and stabbed him in the chest!
Su Luo's tears welled up.
This man is simply a devil!
Even if he is cruel to others, he is so cruel to himself!
At the last moment, Su Luo used all his strength to stab the dagger out of the way, stabbing his shoulder and collarbone, narrowly avoiding the fatal heart position.
Seeing him collapsed and almost suffocated, it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyelids, but he still looked at her with deep eyes and smiled for a moment.
Su Luo clenched her fists, she instantly understood.
Nangong Liuyun is using his life to count her, pressing him step by step, always trapping her!
He is gambling!
He is betting that she will avoid the key point at the last moment, he is betting that she Su Luo is reluctant to die, and he is betting that her Su Luo is not without a trace of affection for him!
Such a man has scheming, shrewdness, strategy, as well as strong strength and solid capital. If a man like this gives a woman a chance, she will never be able to escape.
He said she was the exception.
Could it be that he has only given himself a chance after so many years
Su Luo's mind suddenly floated across that innocent and beautiful woman.
Could it be that he never gave Fairy Yaochi a chance
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