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"Yankee, can't I be nice to you?"

The corner of the youth's eyebrows slightly raised as he paced behind the desk where the clear moonlight flowed. He picked up the pen and started practicing his calligraphy like flowing water. His voice was very soft, but it carried a deep charm and a hidden danger.

When the person kneeling on the ground heard these words that were neither light nor heavy, his entire body tensed up, and he kowtowed as if he had been struck by lightning … Blood gurgled out from his red and purple forehead and flowed down his face. It was shocking. Finally, he said,

"The young master treats me extremely well."

Hearing this, the young man acted as if he had not heard anything as he leisurely continued practicing his calligraphy. His calligraphy was completed in one go, his calligraphy style was lofty and his vigor was strong. Within the Dragon and Phoenix Dance, there was naturally a haughty and prideful aura.

His slender fingertips casually picked up the piece of paper that he had just finished writing. With a slight movement of his wrist, the thin piece of paper, like the sharpest concealed weapon, shot straight towards the kneeling Yanji.

Bright droplets of blood slowly emerged, mixing with the blood and sweat on his forehead. There was a kind of seductive and terrifying beauty to it, and his eyes stared straight at the young master, looking as stubborn as a fool.

"Do you really want me to personally invite you to leave?"

The youngster lazily leaned against the back of the chair. The corner of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a sexy curve as he spoke in a faint voice.

Yan Ji's fingers trembled slightly as he picked up the piece of paper like a walking corpse. He did not even look at it as he pursed his lips and kneeled on the ground, staring at the youth.

When the youth saw this, his eyebrows slightly raised and his eyes gradually became cold. Suddenly, he seemed to ridicule himself as he said:

"You have also been with me for over ten years. Tonight is probably the last night of fate for master and servant. If you have anything to say, just say it."

"This young master does have some guts."

Blood flowed into Yan Ji's eyes, slightly blurring his vision. For a moment, he could not clearly see the person he had been with for over ten years, the young master he had been serving.

"Young Master, when did you suspect me?"

"I believe that I will do everything that the young master tells me to do. I will do everything I can and do it meticulously."

"Even if I die, I want to die in a way that makes sense."

Yan Ji did his best to restrain himself, but for some reason, his voice still revealed traces of choking and unwillingness, as if he was unwilling to part with them.

He was clearly the one who betrayed him, and the person in front of him was someone he would hate his entire life. No, he was someone he would never forget for all his life …

"Because of your surname, Su Yanji."

The youth spoke indifferently, but a complicated and profound emotion flashed in his eyes. In an instant, the moonlight on his body seemed to have turned into a thousand year old frosty ice.

Su Yanji was slightly surprised. Then, he began to laugh out loud like a madman. As he laughed, he started to cry again. He choked and muttered to himself,

"So, you knew about it from the beginning!"

"In that case, in that case …"

"Why did you still leave me behind when you knew that I was a spy …"

The youth seemed to be slightly tired. He raised his hand and lightly rubbed his temple. Every movement of his brought out noble qi of his own.

His eyes were lowered and his long and thick eyelashes slightly trembled. Like a butterfly flapping its wings, it was extremely beautiful. Lightly opening its cherry lips, the youth said:

"Because of your last name, Su-Yan-ji."

"Leaving you by my side is just a lie to myself. Since you've already played the fool for so many years, there's no need to investigate further …" "Take that letter and leave …"

"Remember, if we meet again, I will take your life."

The youth's eyes narrowed as he looked at Su Yanji. His eyes were brimming with killing intent. It wasn't a threat, but a certainty.

When Su Yanji heard this, he was silent for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about something, but also seemed to be recalling something. After a while, he slowly picked up the good paper and roughly swept through it. With a bitter smile, he said:

"I originally thought that they were sending me back, but unexpectedly, the Young Master actually gave me a way out."

On the contrary, he had the courage to go all out. Both his hands that were full of calluses slammed down hard on the table, and he raised his head high to look at the youth who was still sitting there peacefully, provoking him:

"I, Su Yanji, have pretended to be a fool for so many years just to ambush you, young master. I've been acting for over ten years, and now I've turned myself into a fool …"

"Young Master, you must be tired of watching this. I'm also tired of acting. Since Young Master is willing to let me go, in the future, I will definitely show off my true skills!"

"We'll meet again then, young master."

The youth looked at Su Yanji's baring his fangs and brandishing his claws, slightly raised the corner of his eyebrows, and said with an indifferent smile,

"Alright, I'll wait for you to come find me."

At that time, use your blood to pay homage to those people, all these years, all those dark waves.

"..."

"Young master, so far, we have been able to find out about all the people involved. All of the strange plants have been withdrawn."

A black clothed man knelt on one knee as he reported to the youth with a cold expression. Beside him was the old basket of the Qi Mu Clan.

"Mm, let me take a look."

The youth slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were as deep and beautiful as obsidian, and were captivating as he spoke in an indifferent manner.

"Yes, Young Lord."

The young master placed it on his palm and carefully sized it up. Then, he brought it close to his rather handsome nose and took a sniff. He revealed a satisfied smile, as his half-opened peach blossom eyes bewitched people's hearts.

"Pack it up and send it back as usual."

"Yes, Young Lord."