"Don't worry, I'm very strong. Pulling off one of your legs will be a piece of cake."
Seeing that Yan Li remained silent and even seemed to be avoiding him, Wen Ze was not in a hurry. He spoke slowly and deliberately, while his hand gently landed on her kneecap.
"However, I've run out of medicine for treating injuries. If the warrior accidentally dies from the pain, don't blame me."
With her warm hands, she completely grasped Yan Li's knees, and upon seeing Wen Ze's smooth forearm muscles, she had no doubt that this person was truly capable of doing such a thing.
Yan Li shuddered: "Do people talk about this?"
Admittedly, she was amused by this person's absurd remarks. "The steward said before that the lord likes excitement. Is this what he means by excitement?"
Not only did he not help her find the princess, but he also wanted to break her leg. How could this be the kind of good person the steward described?
Unexpectedly, Wen Ze laughed again after hearing Yan Li's question. His hand, which had been on her knee, moved to the back of her neck.
This is not a friendly gesture.
Yan Li reached out her hand, trying to stop him, but he didn't expect her strength to be completely ignored.
The action of grabbing a kitten made Yan Li feel a little embarrassed, but now was not the time to care about face. Instead, she took out her dagger from her sleeve.
They moved swiftly and decisively towards Wen Ze.
Her ability to come to the castle was never a matter of luck.
Killing the lord of a castle was not something she would find morally difficult to do.
If Wen Ze were an ordinary person, he would definitely have lost his life because he couldn't avoid it.
But Wen Ze is not human; he is a monster who has lived for countless years. Yan Li's little tricks for saving his life are nothing to Wen Ze.
Wen Ze leaned down, tightening his grip on the back of the neck, while his other hand silently gripped the hand holding the dagger.
The pain in his wrist was unbearable, while the tip of the knife was pressed against the artery in Wen Ze's neck.
If he could just go a little faster, no one would be able to stop Yan Li from completing his mission.
The dagger lost its grip and fell to the ground, but Wen Ze showed no anger whatsoever. He simply whispered a sigh behind Yan Li's ear:
"Didn't anyone warn you before you came here not to trust anyone in the castle?"
Yan Li was stunned.
Wen Ze smiled again. He seemed particularly fond of Yan Li's face and couldn't help but trace it with his fingertips.
"It seems my men failed in their duty. Such an important matter should have been known to every warrior before they entered the castle."
Yan Li's mind went blank for a second.
“I don’t like crowds.” Wen Ze continued, not noticing Yan Li’s absent-mindedness and surprise. He simply moved even closer, his warm breath falling on Yan Li’s neck.
"The Warriors should really think carefully about which leg to choose, after all, my patience is limited."
It's better for pets to behave like pets. Even if they have claws and teeth, they shouldn't be directed at their owners.
However, if he hadn't gone hundreds of years without seeing a living person, he wouldn't have tolerated Yan Li's murderous intent towards him. He would probably have already skinned her alive and extracted her soul to imprison her.
But now he just wants to see what a living, breathing person, a person with flesh and blood, is really like.
Yan Li looked at Wen Ze, who was so close to her, unable to move. The only thing left in her body that could still be hard was her mouth.
Of course, if she were even less lucky and accidentally died, then her whole body would be hard.
But Yan Li didn't want to die, at least not now, so she quickly came up with a plan:
"Actually, Lord, you don't need to make things difficult for me. I'm here to help you."
"Isn't the lord staying by the princess's side precisely so that one day a warrior will break the princess's curse?"
"How about this, you let me see the princess first, and after I've seen her and broken the curse, then we can discuss whether I should apologize?"
Yan Li believed that her qualities were enough to attract the man in front of her, if he still wanted to save the princess.
As for the other possibility, Yan Li dared not think about it.
As time went by, just when Yan Li thought he had no hope, he thought, "It seems the warrior's heart is not sincere!"
Wen Ze paused slightly, straightened his posture, placed his fingertips on her neck pulse, and sighed softly: "You haven't even apologized yet, and you're already thinking of negotiating with me."
Before Yan Li could continue to argue for himself, he released his grip on Yan Li's wrist: "Fine, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll do as you say."
Yan Li: "Really?"
Wen Ze gently lifted her chin, his golden pupils revealing a dark depth.
"Of course, I always keep my word, but I can't let you meet me for nothing, so let me add some more incentive."
Logically, anyone who makes eye contact with him for more than a second should become like a man possessed and worship him as their master.
Is it because of her gender?
She truly ignored his witchcraft and remained completely undisturbed.
Yan Li's eyes were so clear that Wen Ze couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
A voice seemed to urge him to wait until she felt better. She was startled and had to take care of her like she was tending to roses.
But this very person, not long ago, harbored murderous intent towards him.
So this is no docile little white rabbit.
Yan Li, of course, had no idea what Wen Ze was thinking. After mentally preparing herself, she asked, "What kind of bargaining chip does the lord want?"
Seeing that Yan Li had asked, Wen Ze didn't argue with her. "I don't need your legs anyway, and I don't care about the curse. So whether things succeed or not, you have to stay in the castle and serve me willingly, how about that?"
Yan Li felt that everything had returned to the very beginning, but this time it was something she had asked for herself. She just felt a headache coming on and couldn't help but ask:
Is there a time limit?
Wen Ze straightened up, released his hold on Yan Li, took a step back, and frowned slightly, as if he were having some difficulty speaking:
"Is the Warriors planning to leave me before the game even starts? It makes it hard for me to trust the Warriors and agree to a trade with you."
He didn't even give Yan Li a chance to hesitate. He picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground and pressed it against her right knee, the tip of the blade pointing directly at her.
The sharp tip of the knife traced the line of the calf, heading towards the ankle. "How about severing the Achilles tendon first, so I can see the warrior's sincerity?"
Even though it was Yan Li who brought the dagger, Wen Ze found it exceptionally easy to use.
Seeing Wen Ze's restless hand, Yan Li dared not take it as a joke and her expression immediately changed:
"My lord, you've misunderstood. That's not what I meant... I'm not leaving, I absolutely won't leave."
Who understands? The item meant to save one's life was ultimately used to threaten oneself.
How is this any different from a fish drowning?
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