870. Chapter 870 Xiangming Emperor: A Generation of Talents 【7】
Xuanyuan Zhiqi's flash gave Mu Jieyu a chance to breathe. She used her inner strength to break off the bed, flew up from the middle, and was about to break through the tent and escape.
At this time, Xuanyuan Zhiqi grabbed Mu Jieyu's ankle with his backhand and pulled it down hard.
Using his bound feet as a fixed point, Mu Jieyu made a few neat turns in the air. As her snow-white gauze skirt fluttered, countless rays of silver light flew out like a goddess scattering flowers, and shot straight towards Xuanyuan Zhiqi.
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Xuanyuan Zhiqi had to let go of Mu Jieyu and raised his hand to wave away the incoming silver needle.
The two exchanged blows for only a few breaths, but they still alerted the guards outside. When he heard the police gong being sounded, Mu Jieyu knew he had to leave quickly.
Her toes landed on the ruined bedpost, and she quickly spun around. A row of silver needles flew out, blocking Xuanyuan Zhiqi and the soldiers from rushing up. She stood firmly on her toes and was about to fly away.
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"Do you still want to save Xuanyuan Zhiyue and your good sisters?" Xuanyuan Zhiqi's words made Mu Jieyu lose his breath.
She stood on the bedpost, her face covered with gauze, her moon-like eyes as cold as ice.
Xuanyuan Zhiqi raised his hand to stop the soldiers who were about to rush forward, and glanced at Zhengnan behind him: "Everyone, please step back."
Zhengnan now knew Mu Jieyu's identity and dismissed everyone immediately.
When only Xuanyuan Zhiqi and Mu Jieyu were left in the tent, Mu Jieyu jumped lightly, landed on the ground, and reached out to lift up the layers of white gauze.
Xuanyuan Zhiqi looked at her closely, his eyes no longer concealing the heat.
Mu Jieyu raised her sleeves, and the silver-white sword slipped out of her sleeves. She pointed her toes and stabbed Xuanyuan Zhiqi with the fingers holding the sword.
Xuanyuan Zhiqi stood there motionless, the tip of the sword stopped half an inch away from the center of his eyebrows. The sharp sword edge still caused a faint pain in the center of his eyebrows.
"Tell me, did you kill my father?" Mu Jieyu asked coldly.
Xuanyuan Zhiqi looked at her straightly for a long time before smiling: "Yu, you are more integrated into this world than me. You can treat people who are not related by blood as your biological father. You have changed. Before
You are so indifferent, as if you are the only one in the whole world!"
"How can a cold-blooded person like you understand that feelings are accumulated over time! My father gives me all his fatherly love, and I will naturally exchange my heart for my heart!" Mu Jieyu shouted coldly.
"Hahahaha..." Mu Jieyu's words made Xuanyuan Zhiqi laugh up to the sky. His laughter was particularly loud and sad, and he even laughed until tears flashed in his eyes, "Emotions are accumulated over time? Exchange hearts for hearts? Mu Jieyu
"Everyone in the world is qualified to say this to me, but you are the only one who is not qualified!" He stared at Mu Jieyu with tearful eyes, "What you call accumulation over time is that I can't compare to Xuanyuan in two lifetimes.
Zhi Rong’s two years! Your so-called heart-to-heart exchange is nothing compared to Xuanyuan Zhi Rong’s few words in my two lifetimes!”
Facing Xuanyuan Zhiqi's desperate and compelling gaze, Mu Jieyu was a little embarrassed: "I owe you this, you can come after me! Why do you want to hurt the people I care about!"
"I can't bear to do it for you." Xuanyuan Zhiqi smiled self-deprecatingly, "Maybe you have never really understood me. I was able to stand in that position in my previous life only because I climbed up on the bones of my biological parents in disbelief.
Yes! You said, besides you, who else can I care about such a cold-blooded person? The more you care about them, the more I want them to die miserably!"