Just as Yan Li was unable to break free from Wen Ze's grasp and the knife tip was about to pierce his body again, the door was pushed open.
The heavy door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, and then Que Fu walked in and quickly locked the door from the inside.
Perhaps it was too bizarre, because Que Fu, who was originally full of murderous intent, froze on the spot after seeing this scene.
Inside the crystal coffin, Yan Li looked at him with undisguised surprise in his eyes, while Wen Ze, with his back to him, held her hands tightly in his palms.
And in Yan Li's hand was the very dagger he had given her back then.
"Ah Li, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."
Que Fu misunderstood, and his murderous intent intensified at this moment.
Without hesitation, he went straight for the crystal coffin, and taking advantage of Wen Ze's back, he raised his hand to stab it.
But at that moment, the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh made him pause.
It is Wenze.
He looked down and saw that the dagger had pierced Wen Ze's body, right into his heart.
To his surprise, it was Wen Ze himself who actually took action.
Que Fu suddenly laughed, a wildly arrogant laugh: "Wen Ze, you're really asking for death."
When Wenze died, his head was brought to the king, and he became a meritorious official of Nadavian Saint.
And Ali will also fully wake up and no longer be deceived by him.
Yan Li truly hadn't expected Wen Ze to be so crazy.
Looking at the blood on her hands, she thought to herself that she should have believed Wen Ze's story back then and gotten a new chain from the butler to lock him up.
Wen Ze vomited a mouthful of blood, but stared intently at Yan Li in front of him. He then took her hand and pulled out the dagger.
Que Fu thought Wen Ze had changed his mind, and immediately tried to stab him with the dagger in his hand, determined not to give him a chance to survive.
But only Yan Li knew that Wen Ze pulled out the dagger not because he regretted it, but because he wanted to do it again.
He's really gone mad!!!
But the moment the dagger was drawn, Que Fu was also affected by a domineering force. Before he could react, he was sent flying against the wall and fell to the ground with a thud.
The violent impact seemed to displace his internal organs, and Que Fu vomited blood.
Before he could even recover, Que Fu's right palm was pierced to the ground by the dagger he had brought with him.
He screamed in agony, cold sweat pouring down his face. He tried to pull the dagger out with his other hand, but the moment he exerted force, he trembled all over from the pain.
"Ah Li, save me, please save me!" Que Fu looked up at the two people in the crystal coffin, placing his hopes on Yan Li.
Wen Ze was stunned for a few seconds after hearing this. "So, A Yan wants to leave me because of him?"
Unable to speak, shake her head, or even use sign language, Yan Li thought, "..." Why did she have to drag her down with her when she was courting death?
Wen Ze seemed unable to accept this fact and suddenly let out a cold laugh.
The dagger that was originally stuck in Que Fu's right hand was pulled out by a strange force and then plunged into his left palm.
"He doesn't even deserve it?"
The dagger was extremely blunt, with only the tip being slightly sharp. Inserting and pulling it in would tear the flesh. Que Fu originally intended to torture Wen Ze, but he never expected that the retribution would fall on him.
He was in so much pain that he wanted to roll on the ground, but every time he rolled, it would drag his nailed hand along with the blunt knife, which would then cut into his flesh.
In an instant, Que Fu fainted from the pain, only to be awakened again by the pain.
"Ah Li, hurry, hurry... do it..." Que Fu lost all composure and roared as if his defenses had been broken: "Ah Li, I'm doing this for you, you can't just watch him hurt me..."
But Que Fu's shouting only stirred up Wen Ze's murderous intent.
He could accept dying for Yan Li, but he couldn't accept that there was a third party between him and Yan Li, or that this third party's relationship with her was more important than his.
Without hesitation, the dagger was pulled out again, this time embedded in Que Fu's foot.
Quickly ligate and quickly remove.
In no time, Que Fu had four bloody holes in his body.
Que Fu finally knew to shut up.
Because the dagger was hovering between his eyebrows.
He had no doubt that if he continued shouting, the dagger would kill him.
But Quefu was still unwilling to give up.
In his view, Wen Ze relied on nothing but evil magic and evil power that was despised by the world, and he himself was someone that everyone wanted to kill.
If Yan Li hadn't been so indecisive, he would have died long ago.
Que Fu thought Wen Ze had regretted his decision, or that he was testing Yan Li, but he was wrong.
"Ayan, I'm starting to regret it." Wen Ze glanced at the half-dead Que Fu, his tone softening considerably. "You're too easily fooled."
"Unable to see through people's hearts, they easily trust others."
"You don't even realize you've been used."
"I'm worried."
Wen Ze spoke slowly and deliberately, but he coughed up a lot of blood.
Upon hearing these words, Yan Li naturally assumed that Wen Ze genuinely regretted his actions and was prepared to continue living a good life.
But before she could even rejoice, Wen Ze proved her wrong with facts.
He pulled the dagger through his chest again with force, but this time he didn't pull it out. Instead, he loosened his grip slightly.
Yan Li's eyes were filled with undisguised surprise, but at that moment, Wen Ze cupped her face in his other hand.
He lowered his head without making a sound and kissed her lips, just touching them briefly without deepening the kiss, but biting Yan Li as he pulled away.
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