"After so many years of peaceful life, have you forgotten the blood and deep hatred on your body? Are you worthy of the old master who passed away?"
Wen Xian glanced at him lightly.
Nothing was said.
The man in black bowed his body and knelt down slowly, "My lord, the blood of the Wen clan's royal family flows on your body, and the old thief of the Ji clan usurped the throne. You must remember that in front of the old master, you swore to have blood Blade the enemy!"
"Now that the Ji family's old thief is dead, her daughter Ji Lan will naturally bear the debt."
When the man in black mentioned the word Ji Lan, Wen Xian's eyelashes trembled slightly.
Even if it's just a name.
Wen Xian could clearly feel his heartbeat skipping a beat, and his heart was filled with dense pain.
Ji Lan.
The man in black continued: "My lord, we have been planning in secret for so many years. Now as long as you give an order, we are still able to fight this dog emperor. At least we have a 50% chance of winning."
Only then did Wen Xian's face become a bit more lively, and he frowned exquisitely, and said almost word by word, "Don't act rashly."
The old eyes of the man in black stared straight at Wen Xian, and suddenly, he let out a series of weird and hoarse laughs.
"My lord, this old slave never imagined that you would be so tempted by your enemy's daughter that you want to give up our plan for so many years?"
"A crushing defeat, a crushing defeat!"
The man in black's laughter was bleak and crazy.
Wen Xian closed his eyes and opened his lips lightly: "You go."
The man in black's laughter gradually stopped, and an unclear look flashed across his eyes, "My lord, please think about it again, the old slave will resign first... The members of the Ji family are not good people, so don't bother me, lord." It's too deep."
What he said really cared about Wen Xian.
Members of the Ji family are notoriously fickle.
When the man in black left, Wen Xian bent down in some pain, covering his chest with his slender white hands, his bloodless lips trembled, and a smear of blood gradually overflowed from the corner of his lips.
Are you fickle
He already knew.
But so what if he knew it, if he could control his emotions, would he still be in the end he is today
…
Since the first time I saw her.
He just knew it.
He wanted to destroy her and possess everything about her.
Let her be with him for the rest of her life.
Such a turbulent dark desire, the devil in his heart screaming hoarsely, cannot be ignored at all.
What blood feud, what mission.
He doesn't care about anything.
He just wanted to keep her forever.
... All the tolerant and magnanimous things I said before are all bullshit against my will.
She smiles at others.
He was going crazy with envy.
How possessive has he become of her
The rain slapped on her body.
He is jealous.
…
Wen Xian had previously complained about why she was Ji Lan, why she was Ji Lan, and why she was that person's daughter.
Now he is thinking.
Why is he Wen Xian
I have never hated the blood flowing in my bones so much.
The man's satin-like long hair was loose and hung down his back. His fingertips covered his lips, and bright red blood leaked from his fingers.
Wen Xian's eyes were a little dazed.
He even thought about it.
It would be fine if he died like this.
Suddenly, there was a familiar sound of footsteps outside the cell. They were not in a hurry, and very regular. Listening carefully, the frequency of each footstep was almost exactly the same.
Wen Xian barely raised his eyes.
She smiled lightly and said, "Ji Lan."