Zheng Xiyao stared blankly at the woman lying in a pool of blood, thinking about her words in her mind, feeling an inexplicable coldness in her heart.
Liu Siyan covered her eyes: "Don't look, Yao'er. It's dirtying your eyes."
Zheng Xiyao didn't speak for a long time.
After a while, she pulled away the man's hand covering her eyes.
The woman who committed suicide was no longer in her sight. If it weren't for the blood stains on the ground, she would have thought it was her imagination.
At this time, she looked at the male protagonist and found that he did not have any mood swings, but his eyes were only looking at her intently.
The death of the woman who loved him madly did not affect him at all. It seemed that Xiao Ruoxi's death meant nothing to him.
Zheng Xiyao felt a chill in her heart.
The man's hand attached to her cheek was like a snake's tarsal bone.
Her body was trembling slightly as usual. She raised her head and looked at the man, her eyes full of fear and panic.
"Ahhh!" The intermittent shouting was particularly abrupt in the silent cell.
Chen Hai shouted to interrupt the two of them.
Liu Siyan squinted his eyes and stared at the lingering Chen Hai in front of him. There was undisguised evil and cruelty in those deep cold eyes.
For some reason, Chen Hai, who had lost all five senses, seemed to sense danger and kept shaking his body crazily, causing the jar to rattle.
The noise disturbed the two of them.
Liu Siyan's eyes flashed slightly.
The corners of his mouth raised involuntarily, and he faced the shaking jar: "Where do you want me to cut you again?"
His gentle tone was like that of a friend he hadn't seen for many years, but the male protagonist was filled with this chilling murderous aura.
"Ahhhhh!"
The only response was Chen Hai's piercing screams in the jar, but Liu Siyan was rare and not impatient.
He took her hand and rubbed it slowly. Although his expression remained unchanged, the coldness lingering around him became stronger.
Liu Siyan looked at Chen Hai and said softly: "How about peeling off your face?"
Zheng Xiyao instantly felt the overwhelming cold murderous intent, and she knew that the male protagonist was serious.
I saw Liu Siyan's fingers moving slightly. At that moment, she seemed to understand something, and countless emotions suddenly flashed through her dark eyes, like surging waves.
She instantly snatched the sword from the male protagonist's hand and rushed towards Chen Hai.
A sword seals the throat.
Not a trace of blood was left.
People just lost their breath.
The dead Chen Hai had almost lost all his facial features, so his expression could not be seen. But his mouth opened slightly, as if he was saying someone's name.
Zheng Xiyao raised her head, the corners of her eyes were moist, some past events flashed through her mind, and there was a hint of sadness in her heart:
[Ayao, if you like the strong, I will become the strong. 】
[Why do those dandy and incompetent royals occupy the supreme position and enjoy the admiration of thousands of people? I don’t accept it! 】
[Ayao, you will only know why so many people want to climb to the top if you stand here and look down at all living beings. Come, come with me. 】
This man who had wanted to be strong all his life died in the hands of Liu Siyan and her.
"Yao'er, even if you have lost your memory, you are still the same as before, always so soft-hearted." The male protagonist hugged her from behind. She could not feel the slightest warmth in his obviously hot embrace.
Zheng Xiyao raised her head, met the male protagonist's eyes that understood everything, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, I have accepted the gift. Is it time to fulfill your promise to me?"
"As long as you are happy, I will naturally help you realize it."
