Chapter 8

Is there anyone more ruthless than you!

Just as he was frowning on the fire, the man had no interest in the scene inside the house. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly gently said, "tut?" With a sound, the toes gently on the branch.

In the room, a cold light of metal caught his eyes.

……

Then, I heard a scream, which broke through the sky.

He raised his eyebrows and looked into the room with a little starlight.

Inside the room, the woman turned her back to him, holding a small and exquisite dagger in her shaking hand, and straight into the man's shoulder. The dagger seemed to be tailor-made for her, not big or small, just right, and could be hidden in her palm.

And her opposite, the man covers the wound on his shoulder, pain of tearing heart crack lung.

Ye sang breathed deeply. Her face was slightly red. Her naked face was a little more colorful. It was a bit more popular than usual. But the dagger in her hand was firmly inserted into Ye Jiajun's shoulder. It was like an iron nail on it. No matter how ye Jiajun struggled, he couldn't get rid of it.

Blood along the clothes dyed red all over the ground, printed the snow outside the window more bloody and cold.

But in this piece of blood color Ye sang coldly gazed at the painful Ye Jiajun, just said: "Ye Jiajun, do you believe it or not! If you dare to move again... "

"I, on, castration, you!"

"Yesang, are you looking for death?" Ye Jiajun cried with red eyes.

Ye sang just gave a cool smile, with bloodstains on her face. Compared with Ye Jiajun's tragedy, she seemed to be a playful girl. She just replied very lightly: "I'm afraid of death, otherwise why do you think you can still live?"

If she wasn't afraid of death, why didn't she stab him?

Her voice is not clear at all, with a bit of indifference and hoarseness, but a word like a hill in general, smashed into Ye Jiajun's heart, especially the last few words, stinging people's ears.

……

"Hoo -" a cold, bleak wind blew by.

"Plop".

Voice did not fall, also do not know whether because of too much stimulation, ye Jiajun directly live pain fainted in the past.

All that was left was silence and the smell of blood in the air.

I don't know how long it took until he was a little stiff. Yesang stood up shivering from the ground.

She looked at Ye Jiajun, who fainted on the ground. She didn't know what she thought. The eyes of the willow leaves, which were covered with mist, suddenly lit up and said softly: "I don't know if the well outside the yard is big enough..."

Her intonation is clear and more pleasant, just like a warbler in joy.

Voice did not fall, a cold wind blowing, soft and sharp to brush the window branches of the two men's ankles.

The man in black looked at the quiet and elegant woman who was smiling in the color of blood. He looked at her fierce and resolute strength, as if the knife was not the man's shoulder, but his heart. He could not help but felt a shiver all over.

Sure enough, the master really wants to play dead! It's amazing to find such a woman for you!

He glanced at him. He just wanted to say that he had foresight, but he didn't want to. His face, which had always been frozen and chilly, started a smile.

That smile, in the ice and snow, like a glimmer of color, at a glance, actually some shocking.

Folded robe suddenly widened his eyes, just want to say something, he heard the man whispered with great interest: "interesting."

Look at that look, not only feel interesting, or quite interesting!

Folded robe had no idea how to describe his emotions. He was stunned and wondered if he was possessed by evil spirits.

As if I didn't feel the surprise of folding the robe, the smile of the man's lips is still, but the well-defined fingers suddenly pull down the jade pendant on the waist and throw it directly.

The white jade is a rare one in a hundred years. Fenghuaisheng only wore it for half a year.

See the value of nearly a thousand taels of jade said to throw, folded robe of the heart quickly flustered.

"My lord..."

"You say, what should a woman do when she finds a man's Keepsake in her boudoir?"

It just makes this woman worse off, doesn't it?

The more I think about it, the more interesting it is for men. Looking at the room, the colder the woman's eyes become when she looks at Ye Jiajun It's a little special.

Smell speech, fold a robe to instantly twist.

My Lord, how much do you hate this woman? So hurt her?

Before he opened his mouth, he saw the man take the lead, step lightly, disappear without a trace.

When he folded his robe, he had no time to take care of the things in the room. Before he left, his eyes strayed on the thin back of the woman. Thinking about the cruel look of the woman just now, his heart swayed, and he kept saying: "my lord This woman, I can't marry, I can't marry... "