After stabbing three times, Jing Zhe suddenly stopped for a moment.

It's unclear whether he wanted to rest for himself or wanted Su Limin, who had been stabbed, to catch his breath first.

As Jing Zhe stopped what he was doing, Su Limin's breathing became heavier—he had been stabbed earlier and hadn't been able to think about anything else. He only calmed down a little after a few gasps, as if he had gradually adapted to the pain of the three stabs after this period of adjustment.

Seeing this, Jing Zhe made another move.

With a swift movement, three more cuts were made.

"Pfft! Pfft!! Pfft!!!"

These three slashes were delivered to three different locations, but just like the previous three slashes, each one avoided vital points!

Su Limin, whose breathing had calmed down, started breathing heavily again, panting like a startled dog.

Su Limin had been holding the wound from the three previous stabs, but now he was stabbed three more times. He immediately reached out to hold it again, but as soon as he took his hand away, the wounds from the three stabs started bleeding profusely.

At this moment, Su Limin's hands were covered in blood, and he looked rather pitiful as he frantically tried to do so.

Su Limin was panting heavily and inhaling the cold air. At this moment, besides the pain, he was also completely bewildered.

What's going on here?

Although he desperately didn't want to die, compared to the excruciating pain he was experiencing, he began to feel that death might be a relief...

"Pfft! Pfft!! Pfft!!!"

Three cuts, and then three more cuts!

Jing Zhe wasn't a medical school graduate, so he only had a general idea of ​​what constituted a non-vital area, but he couldn't pinpoint the exact dimensions.

Seeing that Su Limin had six bloody holes in his upper body, Jing Zhe didn't know where to start even if he wanted to stab him. After all, he didn't know if Su Limin would die instantly if he stabbed him in other places.

So he chose the safest method, instead of stabbing Su Limin's upper body, he stabbed him in the thigh!

Su Limin was in so much pain that he screamed, veins bulging on his face, and he gasped for breath.

Su Limin's greatest fear is death, because he still has the dream of becoming emperor to be realized, so he cannot die. But now he is thinking about dying—compared to living like this, perhaps death is the greatest relief!

Because this is...it hurts so much! It's like being in hell!

Just as Su Limin was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he looked up at Jing Zhe and happened to see the smile on Jing Zhe's face.

At that moment, he suddenly realized.

Who is Jing Zhe?

That was a peerless master who could kill both the Prince of Jin and the Qingyang Sect Leader. When he killed Su Lichen, he slit his throat with a single sword strike. Why was it that when it came to killing me, he was so slow and tedious?

He did it on purpose! He deliberately made himself experience this feeling of being worse than dead; he's a complete psychopath!

Su Lichen no longer harbored any illusions that Jing Zhe would let him go—he had already tormented himself to this extent, how could he possibly think of saving his life?

So, Su Limin gritted his teeth and cursed, "Jing Zhe, you coward! Let me tell you the truth, I was the one who ordered Su Xinping to hire the Dark Knights to kill you! I was also the one who repeatedly targeted you in court! I even provided intelligence to Prince Jin to deal with you. I just don't like you, and I just don't want you to have an easy time. So what? Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

"..."

Jing Zhe already knew what Su Limin was saying, because he had already guessed it, so he wasn't angry. Anyway, he hadn't suffered any losses back then. All the Dark Night envoys who killed him were dead, and Bai Qingyuan had been angered to the point of fainting several times in the court. As for the Prince of Jin, his body was still lying outside the city. And now the culprit Su Limin had fallen into his hands. What could Jing Zhe be angry about?

The reason Su Limin gritted his teeth and said so many harsh words was to provoke Jing Zhe into killing him with a single sword strike, thus giving him a quick death. However, after he finished speaking, he found that Jing Zhe showed no signs of anger at all, and instead looked at him calmly.

This made Su Limin both anxious and panicked: "Are you even a man? I've insulted you to your face, why aren't you killing me?"

"You surnamed Jing, I used to think you were a man of some stature, but now it seems you're nothing special! I've insulted you so much, I'm practically spitting in your face, and you still can't hold back? You don't want to kill me? Then come and kill me!"

What was originally meant to be an insult turned into a plea from Su Limin to Jing Zhe when he said the last sentence, as if he were begging Jing Zhe to grant him death.

However, Jing Zhe remained unmoved, chuckled, and said, "Go ahead and curse, I won't get angry."

"..."

Su Limin gasped again. He wanted to curse, but he couldn't utter a sound because it hurt too much! The pain was so intense that he didn't have the strength to curse!

"Jing Zhe, I beg you, please kill me!"

After a while, Su Limin could no longer hold on and had to kneel down and beg for mercy, asking Jing Zhe to give him a quick death.

"Now you know fear?"

Jing Zhe sneered, "You deserve to die even more than Su Lichen!"

After saying this, Jing Zhe gently raised his sword-wielding hand, and then Su Limin stopped breathing.

Although punishing him with sword strikes was indeed satisfying, Jing Zhe ultimately decided to let him go and finish him off with a single sword strike.

Not for any other reason than that he was Su Mochen's brother, and also because he did do a good thing in the end, by not sending the Yu and Zhu families to Qi Junguang's hands!

Looking at the two corpses lying on the ground, Jing Zhe shook his head, his feelings somewhat complicated.

Once upon a time, they were all high and mighty princes, but now they lie on the cold ground, already dead.

Human desires are too great.

Jing Zhe walked heavily down the dungeon corridor, smelling the faint scent of blood in the air.

The dungeon was dark and gloomy, and Jing Zhe's mood was equally heavy.

Upon reaching the end of the corridor and pushing open the door, a blinding beam of light shone directly into the room.

Jing Zhe raised his hand to block his eyes, and after a while he moved his hand away. He then saw Su Mochen standing in front of him, dressed in a plain white dress and wearing a snow-white cloak. It seemed that she had been standing in the cold winter weather for too long, and her face and lips were a little pale from the cold, which was indistinguishable from her white clothes.

When Su Mochen saw Jing Zhe come out, she was clearly stunned for a moment. She then tried to smile at Jing Zhe, but she couldn't smile at all. Instead, she sniffed and cried.

Seeing this, Jing Zhe quickly stepped forward, then reached out and embraced Su Mochen, gently patting her back twice, and whispered in her ear, "Everything is over now, things will get better from now on!"

"..."

Su Mochen was still sobbing, but he still nodded and said "Mmm".

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