Obeying him and obeying him seems to have become an intuition, an instinct, and a nature engraved in the blood.

It takes great courage to resist His Highness King Jin.

Ling Feng bit his lip and shut up angrily standing aside.

Since ancient times, beauty has caused many disasters! The ancients have never deceived me! Ling Feng was red with his eyes, his hands clenched into fists, and glared at Su Luo coldly and ruthlessly.

Nangong Liuyun stuffed the dagger into Su Luo's hand, laughing calmly but charmingly, pointing to his chest and coaxing her softly: "Come on, stab here, you'll relieve your anger if you stab it down, be good."

His face was calm and there was no warmth at all. He grabbed Su Luo's hand toughly, leaving her with no room for resistance.

Su Luo was afraid and angry, and shouted: "Nangong Liuyun, enough! It's really enough! Stop it!"

Nangong Liuyun held her hand tightly, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, like the cherry blossoms in March, indifferent and intoxicating. He did not allow her to refuse, held the wrist of her holding the dagger, and aimed the tip of the knife at the center of his heart.

"You know, Nangong Liuyun, never dares to argue with me, and never cares about other people's opinions. But, you, Su Luo, are the exception." Nangong grabbed her hand, his eyes were cold, "You can take revenge, come on, come and vent your anger."

Nangong Liuyun looked at her with dark eyes, looked deep into her eyes, and used her hand to point the tip of the knife at the part of her heart, the most fatal pulse gate.

No matter how high your martial arts are, your heart will always be fatal. With one stab, no matter how powerful a master is, he will die.

He held her hand tightly, and his whole body was calm and expressionless, and he could only approach step by step, aggressively, forcing her to kill him.

Su Luo shook his head repeatedly and tried hard to spread his hands open. She just murmured, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry... Su Luo said ten thousand sorry in her heart, but she couldn't say a word.

But Nangong Liuyun ignored it and just smiled faintly, his smile as gorgeous and lonely as March fireworks.

His eyes were clearly smiling, but his eyes looked extremely indifferent.

He touched Su Luo's face and called her name: "I, Nangong Liuyun, have never been sincere to anyone, but to you..."

Before he finished speaking, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he pressed her hand heavily and stabbed him in his chest!

Su Luo's tears suddenly burst out.

This person is simply a demon!

It’s okay to be cruel to others, but he is so cruel to himself!

At the last moment, Su Luo used all his strength to stab the dagger, stabbing it at the collarbone of his shoulder and almost avoiding the fatal heart position.

Seeing him exhausted and almost suffocating, it seemed that he had no strength to open his eyelids, but he still looked at her with his deep eyes and smiled for a moment.

Su Luo clenched his fists and she understood instantly.

Nangong Liuyun was using his life to plot against her, pressing her step by step, and trapping her at all times!

He is betting!

He was betting that she would avoid the vital points at the last moment, he was betting that Su Luo would not let him die, he was betting that Su Luo did not have any affection for him!

Such a man is scheming, scheming, strategic, strong strength and strong capital. If a man like this is given a woman a chance, she will never be able to escape.

He said she was an exception.

Has he only given himself a chance for so many years?

Su Luo's mind suddenly saw that beautiful woman who was as light as the wind.

Could it be that he has never given the fairy of Yaochi a chance?
Chapter completed!