"Then all your training and efforts will be in vain!"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ximen Fenglie's lips: "It's a pity, he will never know."
Jing Jiaren looked at him in surprise... It didn't make sense. For so many reasons, he still insisted on killing Ximen Long Ting?
"I want to find the East Palace, I don't need you... I have my own manpower."
"I'll leave you here to raise tigers, and you can turn against me at any time."
"Kill you now, and I can tell my grandson that it was someone from the East Palace who did it... Keep you here, and you will tell him that I am dealing with you."
Jing Jiaren retorted loudly: "As long as you let Ximen Longting go, we can keep it secret forever and keep our son a secret."
"What do you think you can do to deserve my trust?"
"I don't understand. Ximen Longting has nothing left... Even if he was evenly matched with you before, he still hasn't been able to kill you after so many years. Why are you so afraid of him?"
"Shut up!" Ximen Fenglie's authority was most directly challenged.
He was angry, which proved that she was right.
"Yes, you are just afraid of him! Otherwise, why would you wait to kill him? He is afraid that one day he will be full of wings, and you are afraid that you will not be able to defeat him when you are old!"
Ximen Fenglie's face was dark and deep: "To cut the grass, we must get rid of the roots."
"Would you rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go?" Jing Jiaren laughed comically, "He has given up his hatred, and you have an heir! It's not enough to just let us, a pair of common people, live in seclusion.
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"It's all because of my soft-heartedness that I'm where I am today."
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Jing Jiaren was confused and her eyes were blank. She stared at him as if she were staring at the most terrifying devil in the world!
Jing Jiaren suddenly grabbed a cup on the coffee table and threw it at it.
Ximen Fenglie turned his face away slightly, and then another crystal ashtray hit him.
Just as she was about to take down the next cup, Vic held her wrist down.
Ximen Fenglie's forehead was hit by an ashtray, and he pressed it slowly: "You are so brave."
"You deserve it all... I just hate that I don't have a knife in my hand. Why don't I stab you to death, you devil."
Ximen Fenglie twitched his lips wildly: "This game is not a dead end."
"..."
"It's just that in the end, you didn't see your fault clearly."
Jing Jiaren paused slightly as she resisted fiercely.
"If you make a mistake, you should truly admit your mistake with sincerity." Ximen Fenglie's eyes were a deep, rich and magnificent ruby red, "If you don't repent, then go die!"
Isn’t it a dead end? Is there another way to clear the level?
Impossible, how could so many armored soldiers get through?
Jing Jiaren's eyes were full of fire, burning with all his might, and she wished she could blind his red eyes...
Why was Ximen Longting's most beautiful red eyes taken away?
"Your eyes are full of hatred now. You can only see yourself in your eyes."
"In your eyes, it's not just you!?"
Jing Jiaren's voice was hoarse with despair. When her eyes turned to the screen...
All the armored soldiers have been triggered. Ximen Longting was wounded all over and was surrounded.
All the sword blades pierced him together, forming a circular circle.
Ximen Longting was exhausted and knelt down slumped, with blood flowing from his body.
Jing Jiaren's eyes widened in shock——
The picture ended at this scene, and the screen suddenly went dark.