The man still had his back to him, unaware, but his hands hanging down softly, as if he had turned a deaf ear to everything in the outside world. Her heart moved, and the sound of footsteps suddenly increased, already crunching the fallen leaves on the ground...
...It seems as if there are small animals passing through the forest; as if there is a dark night passing by in the wind, as if one layer of cold air is drifting down one after another...
However, the man was still unaware. He was still hanging softly on the chair, turning a deaf ear to all the impending doom.
Peng Cheng's hands were trembling with excitement.
As long as the dagger pierces out... As long as it pierces out... She firmly believes that this man is completely vulnerable... He will definitely fall, under her dagger. This is the first time in her life that she has killed someone with her own hands.
Although King Xianyang raised many dead soldiers, and although she grew up in intrigues and intrigues...but it was her turn to kill someone with her own hands...this was her first time.
The palms of her hands were already sweating. She flew up and rushed over at an almost unbelievable speed... She did not encounter any resistance or any accidents. Even the hired manservant had disappeared.
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Peng Cheng's dagger was pressed against the aorta in his neck. As long as his hand was tilted, a person's life would end very slightly.
However, the man remained motionless.
Peng Cheng's heartbeat became even more violent. She opened her eyes wide, as if she was the only one left in the world. Deng_deng - Wait, that person actually has no heartbeat and no temperature... His whole body exudes a kind of heartbeat.
The cold and ice are more cruel than the harsh winter... It's like an iceberg that is hard to detect, like a dead tree that has been frozen for thousands of years...
However, if you listen carefully, you will find that he still has a faint heartbeat, but it is no longer a heartbeat, but the arteries are slowly, lingering.
At that time, Peng Cheng suddenly had a very strange illusion in his heart - it was like this man was not alive at all... In other words, most of him had already died... Just because of the only obsession deep in his heart, he
He couldn't stop breathing for a long time, letting the breath still rise and fall slowly in his chest...
She was stunned, her hands holding the dagger couldn't stab it.
A gust of night wind blew.
At that time, the sky was getting dark, and the gorgeous four-wheeled carriage set up by eight fire dragons had covered its tent. It was light purple, with gentle quicksand, the moon was dark and the wind was high... On such a night... a man's body revealed
The smell of death...
Even when the dagger was placed on his aorta, he did not move or even open his eyes.