Following him and obeying him seems to have become an intuition, an instinct, a nature engraved in the bones and blood.
It takes great courage to resist His Highness the King of Jin.
Ling Feng bit his lip, shut up angrily and stood aside.
Since ancient times, beauties have brought disaster! The ancients have never deceived me! Ling Feng's eyes were red, his hands clenched into fists, and he stared at Su Luo coldly and ruthlessly.
Nangong Liuyun put the dagger into Su Luo's hand, smiled lightly but coquettishly, pointed at his chest, and coaxed her softly: "Come, stab here, it will relieve your anger, be good."
His face was calm and without any warmth, and he grabbed Su Luo's hand forcefully, leaving her without any room to resist.
Su Luo was scared and angry, and shouted: "Nangong Liuyun, that's enough! It's really enough! Stop it!"
Nangong Liuyun held her hand tightly, with a coquettish and charming smile on his lips, as intoxicating as the cherry blossoms in March. He did not allow her to refuse, and held her wrist holding the dagger, pointing the tip of the knife at his heart.
central.
"You know, when I, Nangong Liuyun, do things, no one dares to say a word, and I never care about other people's opinions. But you, Su Luo, are an exception." Nangong grabbed her hand, his eyes were cold, "You can take revenge.
Yes, come on, let’s take it out.”
Nangong Liuyun looked at her with his dark eyes, looking deeply into her eyes. Using her hand, he pointed the tip of the knife at his heart, the most deadly vein.
No matter how high your martial arts skills are, your heart will always be the fatal place. With one stab, even the most powerful master will fall.
He held her hand tightly, his whole body calm and expressionless, he could only approach step by step, aggressively, forcing her to kill him.
Su Luo shook her head again and again, trying hard to push his hand away. She only murmured "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Su Luo said ten thousand sorrys in her heart, but she couldn't say a single word in her mouth.
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But Nangong Liuyun turned a deaf ear and just smiled faintly, his smile as gorgeous and lonely as fireworks in March.
He was clearly smiling, but his eyes looked extremely indifferent.
He touched Su Luo's face and called her name: "I, Nangong Liuyun, have never been sincere to anyone, only to you..."
Before he finished speaking, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, he pressed her hand hard and stabbed his chest!
Su Luo's tears welled up.
This man is simply a devil!
Even if he is cruel to others, he is so cruel to himself!
At the last moment, Su Luo used all her strength to stab the dagger sideways, towards his shoulder socket and collarbone, narrowly avoiding the fatal heart position.
Seeing him exhausted and almost suffocating, he seemed to have no strength to even open his eyelids, but he still looked at her and smiled with his deep eyes.
Su Luo clenched her fists, and she understood instantly.
Nangong Liuyun is using his life to plot against her, pressing her every step of the way, always trapping her!
He is gambling!
He was betting that she would avoid the vital point at the last moment, he was betting that she, Su Luo, would not let him die, and he was betting that she, Su Luo, did not have any affection for him!
Such a man has scheming, formidable plans, strong strength and abundant capital. If a man like this gives a woman a chance, she will never be able to escape again.
He said she was an exception.
Has he only given himself a chance in all these years?
Su Luo's mind suddenly drifted across that beautiful woman who was as pure and as pure as the wind.