"Haha..." Looking at An Xiaoruo's dumbfounded look, Jiang Zhifan suddenly chuckled.
"I didn't expect that An Xiaoruo, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, would be afraid. According to legend, weren't you the one who threatened His Royal Highness with death and released the twelve nobles from the high building? Haven't you ever been afraid? Why are you so scared now?
, with this kind of virtue, I really don’t know if the legend is untrue, or if you are simply a hypocritical and pretentious woman who is greedy for life and afraid of death."
Jiang Zhifan's every word was so harsh and embarrassing.
"Is it interesting? I really don't know why you treat them like this?"
An Xiaoruo didn't want to answer these meaningless words that made him extremely disgusted. She just wanted to figure out one question: how did the Twelve Nobles offend him?
"Have you forgotten Chen Zisu? Did he provoke me?" Neither salty nor cool, Jiang Zhifan still calmly discussed this obvious issue with the restless An Xiaoruo.
"Is it just because of Xiao Yezi??"
An Xiaoruo is going crazy. Is there something wrong with Jiang Zhifan's brain? Even if the person he hates is Chen Zisu, he should still go to Chen Zisu to settle the score! Why did he want to harm Sheng Yuye, Zi Yeqian, and Zi Yejin?
Jiang Zhifan sat down next to the sofa leisurely and played with a tea cup on the crystal table casually. His index finger touched the rim of the cup and slowly slid it. He looked so leisurely that An Xiaoruo really wanted to hit him.
"Jiang Zhifan!!!"
It seemed that An Xiaoruo was making too much noise, so Jiang Zhifan turned his eyes slightly and replied calmly: "I will destroy everything he cares about, including you."
Hearing this, Gong Jingling became angry and warned: "Jiang Zhifan, don't forget our deal."
"Deal? Huh.. You still told me about the deal? Why don't you tell me that I have forgotten it? Chen Zisu is not here at all. What I want is his life. It seems that you haven't completed it yet, right?"
Jiang Zhifan pushed the tea cup on the crystal table hard, and the originally delicate and compact beige tea cup was smashed into pieces, splattering countless fragments and resounding throughout the apartment.
"Gong Jingling, I'll give you another chance. What deal did you make with him?" An Xiaoruo grabbed Gong Jingling's arm and looked at every expression of Gong Jingling, hoping that he could
Answer truthfully.
"It has nothing to do with you!!" Gong Jingling shook An Xiaoruo's hand away uncharacteristically. An Xiaoruo stumbled and fell to the ground. The fragments of the broken teacup pierced his delicate skin, and he suddenly bled.
The flow doesn't stop.
It hurts, it hurts. However, no matter how painful it is, it can't compare to the pain caused by Gong Jingling.
believe.
"Gong Jingling, you don't know how to show mercy and cherish the beauty! Look, my knees have been broken by you!!" Jiang Zhifan subconsciously wanted to help An Xiaoruo up, but An Xiaoruo was pulled up by An in the next second.
Xiaoruo opened it, and she said angrily: "You don't need to pretend to be kind."
She stubbornly wanted to stand up by herself, but the numb pain in her chest made her take a breath. Gong Jingling subconsciously held her in his arms, but she met with strong resistance: "Let me go, Gong Jingling."
Jing Ling, I hate you, I hate you guys!!! Let go!!”
However, this kind of resistance did not last long, as his eyes suddenly turned dark and he fainted.