Ximen Longting's chest hurt, but for his quick reaction, he grabbed her wrist in time.
Her professionally trained strength was enough to pierce his chest with one knife!
Bright blood was secreted from his chest, and his heart was almost penetrated.
Seeing that her plan failed, "Jing Jiaren" quickly raised her other hand to stab!
Wilson kicked it and the dagger flew far away.
"Jing Jiaren"'s shoes had barbs sticking out, and she lifted them up and rowed toward Ximen Long Ting!
Every blow is merciless and deadly!
Ximen Longting was already sure that she was not Jing Jiaren, but looking at that identical face, he couldn't act harshly.
"Master, are you okay?"
"Ah!" "Jing Jiaren"'s wrist was strangled, and she was almost dizzy from the pain.
Ximen Longting suddenly let go, feeling a heavy sense of guilt in his heart.
"Jing Jiaren" looked coldly and took the opportunity to rush towards him.
"Bang!"
Wilson pulled out his pistol and actually discharged it.
"Jing Jiaren" was shot in the head when she rushed over, blood spattered out, and she fell into Ximen Longting's arms.
The blood was stained on him, and he couldn't tell whether it was hers or not...
Ximen Longting's pupils were radiating. He had seen all kinds of scenes and had killed many people.
For the first time, a look of fear appeared on his face.
"Master, are you okay?" Wilson came over, grabbed "Jing Jiaren" and threw it to the ground.
Ximen Longting took two steps back and stared at "Jing Jiaren" on the ground in fear, fearing that this scene would become Jing Jiaren's reality.
At first, he wanted to kill Leng Jiaren with his own hands, but he didn't take the shot. It wasn't because he couldn't bear to do it!
Just because she has the same face as Jing Jiaren, looking at the face of the most beloved woman, even if it is a phantom, it is difficult to hurt her.
"Take her out and destroy her!" Ximen Longting punched the large vertical vase, "Don't let me see it again."
Wilson asked someone to cover "Jing Jiaren" with a cloth and carry her away.
Ximen Longting fell on the sofa, covered in blood, and there were blood stains on the ground.
The scarred appearance of "Jing Jiaren" appeared before his eyes...the scene of her head being blown away...
Leng Lintian came down from upstairs after receiving the news and saw Ximen Longting vomiting while leaning on the coffee table.
I haven't eaten for several days, and my vomiting is full of bitter water, and my stomach is churning to the point of vomiting.
Having already heard what happened from the servants, Togong Ziche said directly: "This is like Master Togong's style. Based on my understanding of him, this is just the first blow."
"First hit?"
"He should have sent more than one substitute for Jing Jiaren. Your life will be filled with her shadow countless times."
Ximen Longting looked angry and punched the coffee table.
"Even if I can't get close to you and stab you successfully, I can at least disgust you and disrupt your spirit."
"..."
"I think you don't want to see Jing Jiaren anymore."
The servant brought warm tea. He took a sip and spit out the bitter water. He pulled his red lips and said, "I can't do it."
Even if you know they may all be clones, what if... it's the real Jing Jiaren?
He couldn't ignore this one in 10,000 chance, which was so miniscule.
"If it was Gong Zihua's clone, how could you not see it?" Ximen Longting sneered.
Dong Gongzi's eyes narrowed slightly, he couldn't do it.
The closest people, only they can tell...
The clone's fingerprints are the same, and the servants can't tell the real ones from the fake ones.
If they are killed by mistake, they will regret it for the rest of their lives.