Chapter 750：

Perhaps because of being too careful, Ye Ting found that the ghosts' restrictions on Jing Ke were almost all-round. Not only the hands and feet were restricted, and even the mouth was put on a mouth ball.

In addition, they decorated the knots with beautiful ribbons and specially tied bows, just like a gift.

"...Is that what you want?"

I remembered the ambiguous eyes of the ghost girl before entering the door and the sentence: "Enjoy, Your Majesty." Ye Ting couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

Stepping forward, looking at the tear-stained young girl assassin who was full of humiliation and unwillingness in the corner of her eyes, but did not admit defeat, Ye Ting untied her mouth ball casually.

"Goo, kill me."

After dealing with the saliva that leaked from the ball, the girl assassin uttered the classic lines in Lifan.

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"...Do you think you are a female knight caught by a monster in Lifanli?"

Hearing the familiar and misunderstood lines, Ye Ting spit out cheerfully.

"?"

It's a pity that Jing Ke didn't understand what Ye Ting was saying. He looked at him with blank eyes, and then turned into anger again.

"What? Say something that I don't understand, do you have any bad ideas about this body again-you faint lord!"

"Funjun?! Haha, you are the first to say that...Let me think about it, how should I punish you?"

With an intriguing evil smile, Ye Ting at this time changed from the calm and domineering of the past, but like a standard dude, teasing.

"If you want to kill or slash, whatever you want, don't insult me ​​anymore!"

It seemed that something bad had been thought of from Ye Ting's tone. The girl who was bound by the tortoise shell suddenly blushed, and then turned her head angrily.

So Ye Ting stretched his hand towards the girl.

Seeing the one that looked slender and graceful, but actually stretched out like a devil's hand towards him, Jing Ke closed his eyes subconsciously.

"Finally...Is it that way? The humiliating behaviors those girls have done to me before are all for the present."

However, the pain of imagination did not come. On the contrary, Jing Ke felt a warm touch on his face.

When he opened his eyes, it turned out that it was the king Qin who was very frivolously stroking the girl's cheek, and then scratching her chin.

"It's so comfortable, such touching, when was the last time I felt like this? Is it ten years old? Or eight years old? Ah! I really want... I want more..."

The slender and beautiful hands seemed to have magical powers, and the girl couldn't help being a little addicted to it, and even her consciousness was a little trance...

Then, a familiar and frivolous voice sounded, awakening the girl who was about to faint.

"Well, it feels good... I originally thought that the skin of a warrior like you would be very rough, but I didn't expect that not only was the figure well-proportioned, but also the face was unexpectedly smooth. Does martial arts practice to the limit have such a use?"

While stroking, Ye Ting praised him, as if he was praising that his pet feels good.

At that moment, the sober Jing Ke felt a deep shame.

Personality, soul, shame from the inside out.

Not only because of the other party's frivolous behavior, but also because of the shame of being almost intoxicated.

"Asshole!" the girl with flushed cheeks shouted, "Hurry up and take your hand away, you faint prince!"

"Why is this sentence again?" Ignoring the girl's words, Ye Ting stroked the girl's hair and exclaimed, "Your vocabulary is too low. And--"

As he said, he leaned forward, his face almost touching the assassin girl, and both sides could feel the faint breathing of the other.

"——You are not afraid of death if you insult me ​​so wantonly?"

"When I chose to assassinate you faint lord, life and other things were not in my consideration." The girl did not admit defeat, "So, don't let go."

"Your face is very comfortable to touch, so don't." Rejecting the girl's request casually, Ye Ting continued to ask. The magnetic voice seemed to have directly penetrated her vitals: "Then, when you shot me, why did you It was deliberately missed."

"Alas--"

After stiffening for a moment, the girl replied forcefully: "I...I didn't mean it, I just missed it!"

"Really~" With a smirk, Ye Ting stroked the girl's cheeks more vigorously, "Who can tell me, as the master of martial arts, the one and only strongest among the swordsmen, the master at the apex of martial arts? Jing Ke, when he throws a dagger at a target that is less than two meters high, he will actually miss the shot? If you say this, do you treat yourself as a fool or me as a fool?"

"Woo...Woo is the tree art (I...I just missed the shot)! Ku let go (let me go)!"

Even if her mouth is pulled and her speech is slurred, the girl still has a stiff mouth.

"Well, if you don't want to say it, I won't ask and start the next topic."

This time, Ye Ting finally opened the hands holding the girl's cheeks in a kind and fluent manner, because of his behavior just now, the girl's face was flushed, and she was very beautiful.

Just as the girl was moving her sore cheeks, thanking her for being fooled, the next question caught her off guard.

"Could it be that you like me?"

"Who would like you, a foolish lord!"

The original image of King Qin, who was majestic and wise, led the entire Qin Dynasty to become prosperous and powerful, and was patriotic, loving and responsible, has collapsed in Jing Ke's heart.

She didn't admit that the frivolous guy in front of her was the King Qin who made Da Qin what he is today!

"Then next question, why are you here to assassinate me."

Before she could react, the problem became serious again, and King Qin's expression changed from the frivolous expression just now and became serious.

"For the ‘righteousness’ in my heart!"

Although strange, Jing Ke replied without thinking.

"Yeah?"

Hearing this word, Ye Ting nodded, and said in an admiring tone: "Indeed, there is no other possibility other than'righteousness' that can drive someone as proud of you assassinated."

Touching the soft black hair of the assassin girl, Ye Ting stood up: "Speaking of which, just before I came, a message came from the Black Ice Terrace: In the territory of Yan Kingdom, starting with Yi Shui, there are a few ballads. God has been spread, even five-year-old children sang it spontaneously."

Seeing Jing Ke's puzzled eyes, Ye Ting chanted with a bold and heroic voice in the accent of the country of Yan: "The wind is depressed and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he goes--even this song."

Although not a professional singer, Jing Ke was still affected when Ye Ting sang this familiar farewell song in an affectionate and bold tone.

She seemed to have returned to that early morning, back to the shore of Yishui, the white fog of the morning, the people seeing off, Gao Jianli who had built it, and her decisive heart.

"As expected of Jing Qing, he is so bold and bold, even I was moved by it."

The words of King Qin's praise sounded, making Jing Ke, who had fallen into the memory, a trance, and the expression in his eyes when he looked at the person in front of him was extremely complicated.