Chapter 621

The woman took the short knife in her hand and walked slowly to ye Ziheng's face. She held out a hand and stroked his face. There was a trace of tenderness in the pupil under the mask. She slowly raised the knife in her hand and aimed it at ye Ziheng's abdomen, but she could not get it.

After a few seconds, the woman's hand suddenly fell, but the knife in her hand did not fall on ye Ziheng's abdomen, but fell on the bed.

"Why? Why must it be him? What choice do you say, why don't you choose another one again! "

The woman roared and cried. Tears flowed from her eyes under the mask, slowly across her cheek, onto her chin, and then trickled down.

The stranger looks at the woman. The watch on his face is not easy and smiling, but serious.

"If there is a choice, I will choose it, but the truth is, I have no choice at all. I don't know how long I've been waiting for him, hundreds or thousands of years, maybe even longer, I've been waiting too long. If I'm talking about the so-called choice, I don't know how long it will take me to meet a person who can choose next time, 1000 years or 10000 years, I'm afraid I can't wait so long. "

After hearing this, the woman was completely silent, holding the dagger tightly in her hand, and tears flowed down.

The stranger looked at her, sighed a long time, went to her side, and took back the dagger.

"Let's go."

Said, then slowly walked out of the room.

The woman stayed in the room for a while, looked at ye Ziheng's face, and walked out after half a ring.

And when they all left, the blood feather devil Buddha came out of Ye Ziheng's body, looked at the two people who had gone, and looked at ye Ziheng, who was lying on the bed sleeping like a dead pig, and couldn't help sighing.

"Well, I'm afraid it's hard to go back."

The blood feather demon Zun finished saying, then directly turned around and returned to ye Ziheng's body.

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The next morning, ye Ziheng just woke up and saw the deep edge of his bed. Then he turned his head and looked at the sunflower sleeping on the side, raised her claw, grabbed it on the bed, and then the bed sheet was cut.

But ye Ziheng looked at the size of the cut, and then looked at the cut on the bed. This depth doesn't look like it was scratched by Xiaokui. Did someone come in when he was sleeping?

But even if ye Ziheng died last night, he was very confident in his perception. Unless the seven or eight level warrior quietly climbed in, no matter who he was, he could not sneak in here without his knowledge.

However, in his impression, there seems to be no more than Wupin cultivators in Hengshui. How could there be seven or eight Wupin cultivators.

After thinking about it for a long time, ye Ziheng's brain felt pain and finally shook his head, unwilling to think about it. After all, if it's really a high-level martial artist of grade seven or eight who wants to start with him, he can't stop others with his strength. They want to kill themselves. At most, it's a threat. After all, ye Ziheng's identity as a star sect disciple is a little intimidating.

However, ye Ziheng is also free to come to threaten anything. If he is scared by them, they will be very powerful.