Sheng Yan subconsciously turned his head and saw a familiar face.

He stared at her, the beautiful face before him overlapping with the face in his mind.

Upon seeing Nanzhi appear, the woman with ill intentions dared not do anything more and ran away, bowing and scraping.

Nanzhi let go of his hand, tilted her head and asked, "Are you alright?"

Sheng Yan was still a little confused. He didn't understand why she didn't have any strange smell after playing a football match. On the contrary, she had a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Seeing that he didn't react, Nanzhi asked again.

Sheng Yan then came to his senses.

Perhaps it was because of the hot weather, his thoughts were a little slow.

"It's nothing, thank you, Princess."

Nanzhi frowned: "Are you alone?"

"yes."

"It's dangerous for you men to be out alone. You'd better go back quickly."

Sheng Yan discovered that she seemed different from other women; she had a gentle temperament and a soft voice.

Even he, who is usually quiet, ended up talking more.

"Does the princess think men shouldn't come out?"

“Of course not.” Nan Zhi curled her lips and said with some helplessness, “What I hope to see is that everyone can freely do what they like to do, but this world has never been fair.”

"We can't stop other people's malice; the only thing we can do is protect ourselves."

She smiled at him, then turned and left.

Sheng Yan leaned against the tree somewhat lazily, turning his head to watch her departing figure.

He stared for an unknown amount of time before slowly lowering his gaze to his wrist, to the spot where she had held his hand.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel any disgust at all.

...

"Knock knock knock!"

A sudden knocking sounded at the door, and Nanzhi, still asleep, frowned uneasily and slowly opened her eyes.

It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see anything.

"Liang'er!"

Liang'er was her personal maid, and she could hear everything Liang'er did.

But tonight I called for a long time, and there was no response.

Outside, the wind and rain were raging, and the raindrops pattered against the windowpane, making a depressing sound.

"Knock knock!"

There was another knock on the door.

Nanzhi, wearing her clothes, groped her way up in the dark to open the door.

There was no one outside.

She was somewhat puzzled.

Just then, rainwater fell from above and hit the ground.

Is it leaking?

She slowly raised her head.

A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the entire room.

Nanzhi looked up and suddenly saw a man wearing a hideous ghost mask on the roof beam.

Nanzhi let out a scream and immediately turned back into the palace. In her haste, she tripped and fell, but before she could even cry out in pain, she got up and continued running inside.

The man jumped down from the roof beam, a sword in his hand, and followed her at a leisurely pace.

He gripped the hilt of his sword, the blade dragging on the ground, leaving long streaks and creating eerie sword patterns that seemed particularly strange on this stormy night.

He enjoyed watching the girl flee in panic.

They even kindly reminded him, "Run faster, or it will be too late."

When he saw the girl hide in the closet, he chuckled and raised the blade in his hand, stabbing it in without hesitation.

One stab, two stabs, and the wardrobe was stabbed beyond recognition.

There was no blood when it was pulled out.

The man raised his sword and cleaved the wardrobe in two.

The wardrobe crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

There was no one inside.

"Where did they hide?"

The man spoke slowly, glancing at the dark room behind the wardrobe that wasn't completely closed.

His eyes, hidden behind the mask, curved slightly as he walked into the dark room.

This is a brightly lit dark room, cozy in its decor, with an incense burner burning in the center of the room, emitting a pleasant pine scent.

The first thing he saw was a small figure huddled under the covers.

"So this is where it is!"

He walked over, his sword just about to pierce...

With a thud, the man fell to the ground. In his hazy state of consciousness, he saw the girl's sweet smile and the large iron hammer she was holding.

...

The man sat in a chair with his eyes closed, his hands bound behind his back with chains.

The chains were a dark color, which made his skin appear even whiter, especially his wrist bone, where there was a small red mole that, when viewed alone, was subtly alluring.

When the man opened his eyes again, everything was bright.

He slowly lowered his eyes and noticed the chains on his wrists and ankles.

He frowned as he thought of the girl's sweet smile before he lost consciousness.

A look of deep confusion appeared in the man's eyes, but his emotions were quickly interrupted.

"woke up?"

The man looked up and saw the girl approaching against the light, standing a step away from him. Her face was hidden in the darkness, only her eyes shone brightly.

Her cool fingertips slid down his fair, perfect cheek, pausing briefly when they reached his rosy lips.

The man held his breath, watching as the other person lazily locked his neck.

Why did you want to kill me?

The girl scratched his chin as if teasing a dog, her lips curving slightly and her eyes sparkling.

"What deep-seated hatred do we have?"

"No," the man chuckled, "I just want to kill you."

Nanzhi wasn't annoyed; she slid her fingertips down to unlock the chain for him.

“Let’s play a game,” Nan Zhi said with a smile. “I’ll give you three chances. If you kill me, you win. If not, you’re at my mercy.”

The man stood up.

"You got lucky this time, good luck next time."

Nanzhi watched him walk out of the dark room carrying his sword.

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