However, she did not feel that she was a humble ant. She was still the proud princess, still wearing a bright red robe, standing on the high city wall. The wind rolled up her robe, which turned as red as fire in the sunset.
There was no trace of color on her pale face. She looked at the group of people in front of her, biting her silver teeth, and said: "Although Hong Yi is now a prisoner, her pride is still deep in her bones. You can kill her without humiliation!"
The rat-eyed man suddenly laughed and said: "You and your father have the same temper. They say and do the same things. You want to commit suicide with a hairpin, and your father bites off his tongue and commits suicide..."
As he spoke, he suddenly realized something, and quickly covered his mouth, then glanced at Shangguan Ruo. Shangguan Ruo's face was ashen, and the smile just now was completely gone.
Although she didn't finish speaking, Hongyi heard it clearly. Her originally angry face now had a look of desolation. She looked at Shangguan Ruo with trembling eyes, the words in her mouth beat fragilely, and she said: "Shangguan Ruo
, has my father really committed suicide by talking nonsense? Really? Why do you still threaten me with his life? You have already obtained Yuncheng, why do you still humiliate me like this? Put me in a dilemma of life and death,
Suffer all the humiliation!"
Shangguan Ruo stood up coldly, walked to her, and said: "Because, you are not allowed to die before I want you to die. I want to slowly play with you, torture you, and humiliate you. I want to let you die."
Everyone in the world knows how Yu Hongyi, the daughter of Yu Tian, the Lord of Yuncheng, died at the hands of me, Shangguan Ruo!"
Why did he hate her father? She didn't know
The woman in red was leaning against the wall, with a look of sadness on her face, like an epiphyllum under the moon. Although it was extremely beautiful, there was also a hint of sadness, just like the prosperity that had ended in a blink of an eye.
With a bright look on her face, she suddenly smiled indifferently and said, "I should have thought a long time ago how someone like my father could endure humiliation and live an ignoble existence. I should have thought a long time ago!"
As she spoke, she pushed the golden step forward in her hand, and the several-inch-long sharp tip sank into her pink neck. She pulled it out, stabbed it again, and pulled it out again, but it could no longer penetrate.
The bright red blood had already turned her white dress into a shocking red. She leaned against the wall, but she did not fall down. There was deep hatred in her eyes, but there was a sneer on her lips.