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"In that case, today, I shall take your life and pay my respects to Yin Ha." Pei Qingcheng's voice was ice-cold as she pierced through the dark night, each syllable transformed into a sharp needle that pierced the skin of her tired body.

He took a deep breath and pursed his lips, which lost color in the light.

Others thought that his life was very important.

However, he himself knew that his life was in the hands of Pei Qingcheng.

He also knew that the person Pei Qingcheng hated the most was him.

However, he was willing to give his life to Pei Qingcheng.

The reason he said that yesterday was because he knew that the next day would probably be soon.

Because today is a special day.

Today was the day of Yinha's sacrifice.

Thus, Pei Qingcheng went out early in the morning and spent the entire day at the cemetery before going to the pub at night to get drunk.

Sacrifice him to Yinhan, today is a wonderful day.

Pei Qingcheng stared at his pale lips, and his face, which seemed even more deep and solid under the light.

This man was a god in the hearts of many people.

However, in the heart of Pei Qingcheng, he had always been a devil.

Even though this devil had given her something that no one else could.

Even though, this devil had given her a dream.

Even though the devil was extremely obedient to her.

However, it did not change the fact that he was a demon.

Pei Qingcheng sneered as she took out a sharp fruit knife from her bag.

The fruit knives were manufactured in Germany, and the German iron tools were of the highest quality. It was said that this kind of fruit knives could cut through iron like mud, making it seem like a waste to use them to cut fruits.

She threw the bag onto the ground and gripped the fruit knife in her hands. Pei Qingcheng narrowed her eyes as she stared at his face and asked, "Do you mean what you say?"

Even though the fruit knife was shining coldly under the moonlight, Ye Wen did not even frown. He suddenly grabbed Pei Qingcheng's hand and pulled her towards his chest, "If you want to do it, then do it!"

Pei Qingcheng did not expect Ye Wen to do such a thing. Her hands trembled, and the sharp tip of the blade had already touched the button on his shirt.

If he moved a little further, he would probably cut his shirt and stab his chest.

Pei Qingcheng paused for a moment. Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, but she suddenly ignited her anger.

What was this? Do you think she doesn't dare to stab him?

Was it because the fate of the Pei clan was still under his control?

Or was she afraid of prison and the consequences?

Ye Wen held on tightly to Pei Qingcheng's wrist, he could guess what was on her mind, "My investment in the Pei clan will not be withdrawn for any reason. Also, if you kill me, no one will harm you."

He didn't even need to converse directly with her to guess what she was thinking.

He really is a genius, isn't he?

Did he think that she wouldn't dare to stab him?

Narrowing her eyes, she had to hold on to the support of the tree to stand firm. Pei Qingcheng coldly snorted, "Do you think that I wouldn't dare to kill you?"

"Qing Qing, if you think killing you will ease your pain, then kill me!" The tone of Ye Wen's voice was gentle, and Pei Qingcheng could even hear the sincerity in his voice.

Did he really want her to kill him?

What kind of method was this?

Pei Qingcheng was drunk, but not as drunk as she was now.

Ye Wen appeared before her eyes. From one to two, to two to three.

She swayed, and the cold light of the blade pierced into her eyes. At this moment, she was actually afraid.

Indeed, killing a person was extremely difficult.

For the rest of her life, Pei Qingcheng had never intentionally trampled an ant to death, not to mention killing a person.

The fact that the tip of the knife had stabbed into his chest made her scalp tingle.

Her hands were weak and her feet were weak. If it weren't for Nightingale holding on to her arm, she wouldn't have been able to stand properly.

Yes, she was afraid.

When Ye Xiu faced her blade tiredly, without any fear, she backed off.

Very cowardly, isn't it?

Or was it because Nightingale knew that she didn't dare to stab him?

Nightingale was still holding her hand as she approached his chest, about to sink it into his clothes.

He's a madman!

Pei Qingcheng struggled as hard as she could to escape from his grasp. Her grip loosened and the fruit knife fell with a clang onto the stone road, emitting a crisp sound in the silent night.

Releasing her hand, Pei Qingcheng ran forward as if she was running for her life.

He wanted her to kill him, but she couldn't!

Very poor, right?

Yin Hai, I almost got my revenge for you!

Unfortunately, I was too cowardly.

Pei Qingcheng screamed in her heart as she ran for her life.

A tired and calm voice came from behind him, "Whatever you want the most, I'll give it to you."

Pei Qingcheng slowed her steps as she slowly came to a stop.

He was still asking her what she wanted?

What she wanted, could he give her?

After tidying up her facial expression, Pei Qingcheng turned around.

The man stood under the streetlight, his shadow lying obliquely on the ground. Even his shadow was frightening.

Pei Qingcheng walked closer to him as a sneer appeared on her lips. Although she was drunk, her mind was still clear, "What I want, you know."

Pei Qingcheng's every word struck right at her heart. No matter how long passed, how long it took between them, how long they spent together, from the road to sharing a bed, everything she wanted would never change.

Pain was like a pair of hands tearing open the tired heart, ripping it into countless pieces and throwing it everywhere in the grand manor of Zhuang Shengxiao's Dream.

The man's slightly raised eyelashes fluttered. He suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had made a great decision.

He walked closer to Pei Qingcheng and extended his hand, his fingers piercing through her soft hair. The moonlight shone on the ring on his ring finger, making it shine with a heart wrenching light.

The same ring had long since been thrown away by Pei Qingcheng two years ago when she was on her way out of a dream.

Pei Qingcheng turned her face away as a cool object appeared in her hands.

When she looked down, she saw that it was her fruit knife.

Ye Wen's tired voice seemed to be weeping as it floated above her head.

"I know you want Yin Ha, I can give it back to you."

Ha, ha, ha.

Pei Qingcheng was laughing so hard that her tears flowed. How could the Yin Hai she wanted be willing to give to her?

Nightingale was strong enough to communicate with spirit and spirit?

He can revive the dead?

Pei Qingcheng gripped the fruit knife tightly and pointed the blade at Ye Wen's chest.

The tiresome words ignited the deepest hatred in her heart.

She saw YinHai's body being pushed into the cremation furnace and burned to ashes.

Now he said he could return it to her?

How could he turn a handful of dust into a person?

Pei Qingcheng raised her fruit knife high up in the air, and stood in front of her like a statue. She wanted to see if he would dodge when the knife stabbed down on his chest!

He was sure that Pei Qingcheng would not dare to do such a thing.

Who would be willing to give up their life for a woman?

Moreover, he was Ye Wen, who had mastered the economic lifeline and power of life and death in Mo City.

What did it feel like to kill the deities of Mo City?

Yin Ha's smile appeared in her mind. Such a simple and pure person, he was no longer able to smile in front of her.

The pain in her heart gradually made her sober up from her drunkenness. She bit her lips and fiercely stabbed the fruit knife into Ye Xiu's tired chest.

When the tip of the knife touched something hard, it made a cracking sound as the metal chain broke. A small ring flew out from Ye Xiu's tired shirt.

Although it was only 0.01 seconds, it might not be that long.

However, Pei Qingcheng was able to recognize that the ring that flew out was the one that she threw away all those years ago.

However, NightAndDay had picked it up.

On the night of the wedding, Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed that all the bodyguards were holding torches, which illuminated the winding road down the mountain as bright as day, and that his tall figure, bent in the night, had finally found the ring in the crack in the cement of the roadside canal from the gate all the way down to the foot of the mountain.

He was hanging from his neck.

At the same time, blood spurted out from Ye Wen's chest, splashing onto Pei Qingcheng's face.

The man's face was white as jade in the moonlight, but his lips curved up in a pleased smile.

"Very well, if that makes you happier." Her tired hands gripped the hilt of her fruit knife tightly. His hands were as cold as a dead man's.

Pei Qingcheng was dumbfounded as she stared dumbly at the red blood gushing out from Ye Xiwen's tired chest.

She didn't think she would actually stab him.

This time, the wine was completely awake.

Cold sweat broke out on her back as the wind blew, chilling her from head to toe.

She looked with horror at his eyes, which were growing darker and darker. She watched them slowly lose their lustre.

"Fatigue Ye." Her legs were shaking, and it was her intention not to stab them.

But Ye Wen's earlier words of returning Yin Ha to Pei Qingcheng had completely infuriated her.

That was why she was so confused.

Her hand that was holding the fruit knife was also covered in blood. It was a very shocking sight to behold.

Ye Wen tightly held her hand, as if he was going to stab her again. "I'm not dead yet. If you want to take my life, then use more strength."

He really did hold onto Pei Qingcheng's hands tightly. Pei Qingcheng didn't know if the place she stabbed down into was her heart, but right now, she was extremely close to it.

Ye Wen had great endurance. He could hold his expressionless face.

However, the blood on his face and lips had completely disappeared. This wasn't something that could be fooled.

This time around, Pei Qingcheng might really end up killing him.

She tried her best to break free of Ye Xiu's hand and retreated a few steps back.

The fruit knife stabbed into Ye Wen's chest just like that, looking so sudden and fearful.

"Nutjob." She shouted the words in a confused voice, then turned and ran.

Her high heels drummed on the ground, like a heavy hammer on her heart in the quiet, frightening garden of Zhuang Shengxiao's dream.

Suddenly, a heavy sound came from behind him.

Pei Qingcheng did not need to turn her head to know that it was the sound of Ye Zhang Ye tiredly collapsing onto the ground.

She stopped and looked back.

Ye Wen tiredly fell to the ground as blood flowed out from his chest in a steady stream.

This was the second time that Pei Qingcheng had gotten tired of hurting Ye Chen.

Every time she went to Yinha, she lost control.

She stared blankly at Nightingale. Her entire body had turned numb, and she didn't feel anything.

It was not pain, nor was it discomfort, nor was it fear, nor was it fear.

She was unconscious, as if she had become a walking corpse.

All of a sudden, Ye Chong felt tired and tried to raise his hand to rub something on the handle of his knife.

Pei Qingcheng suddenly realized that he was wiping her fingerprints off the handle of his blade!

He had really gone crazy!

Maybe he was poisoned by her.

When he had done this, his hand hung limply down and did not move.

At this moment, there were only the two of them here.

Pei Qingcheng had two choices. She silently watched as he died, taking revenge for Yin Hai.

There was also one more reason. To save him, to save the person he hated the most.

Save him, or watch him die?