Ye Lang panicked and shouted:
"Yao Xi!
Yao Xi, where are you?
"Don't waste your energy. I've teleported her to Building 3, right when you're enjoying the gentle countryside."
There was a hint of pride in An Ning's tone, but a barely perceptible sadness flashed in her eyes.
Ye Lang was indeed filled with murderous intent. He rushed forward and punched An Ning.
An Ning did not dodge, but just looked at Ye Lang quietly, ignoring the fist attacking her head. She had no fear of death, only a trace of reluctance.
Just when the fist was about to touch her, Ye Lang's fist suddenly stopped. Something was wrong. Was she seeking death?
Just when he was hesitating, An Ning chuckled:
"Why, a single look from me softens your heart? Don't forget, I'm An Ning, who can easily control people's hearts."
Then the transparent sharp blade in her hand suddenly shot towards Ye Lang.
Ye Lang dodged sideways, and the sharp blade brushed past his shoulder, leaving a deep mark on the wall behind him.
Ye Lang snorted coldly, and then launched an attack. His body was as fast as lightning and his fists were heavy.
"I know a lot of your secrets. For example, your ability is supposed to become stronger by interacting with beautiful women? And..."
Ye Lang's expression suddenly changed, and the strength in his hands increased, going straight to An Ning's vitals.
An Ning dodged it easily with a flash of his body, and the corners of his mouth curved up.
"Moreover, there seems to be something in your body that can reward you with delicious food. What is it?
Could it be the Xiantong?"
Ye Lang's heart was filled with alarm. An Ning was already destined to die, and there was no room for hesitation at this moment.
His eyes flashed, and he gathered all his strength into his fist, punching out fiercely.
An Ning's smile gradually faded, and she retreated quickly, but was still hit by the fist, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
She pursed her red lips, blood dripping onto the ground, a flicker of determination flashed in her eyes as she continued:
"Tell me, what would happen if I told everyone that you have the ability to transcend tradition?"
The murderous intent in Ye Lang's eyes grew stronger, and he clenched his right fist into a phoenix-eye hammer and smashed it towards An Ning, the air seeming to be torn apart.
An Ning stood up straight, without dodging or evading, and took the blow firmly.
Her body flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting the wall heavily, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
Ye Lang looked at the bloodshot wounds on An Ning's body, and his heart tightened. He did not feel a trace of pleasure, but was instead surrounded by a deep sense of powerlessness.
He could feel that An Ning was determined to die, but he was unwilling to understand the deeper meaning behind it.
Knowing his abilities, knowing his background, and even being able to see through his heart, An Ning must die.
Only now, seeing that An Ning was clearly dying, did Ye Lang's heart soften. After all, when he was most helpless, An Ning had given him endless tenderness.
He slowly approached, looked at that beautiful face, the blood at the corner of her mouth like a dazzling red plum, and asked softly:
"Why?"
An Ning smiled slightly, her breath was weak but firm:
"I'm going to die. This world doesn't belong to me. Dying in your hands won't hurt at all."
Ye Lang's clenched fist trembled slightly, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.
He used his insight to determine that An Ning's life was slipping away quickly. He squatted down, gently stroked her cheek, and whispered:
"Who are you? Why are you doing these things?"
An Ning rubbed his palm nostalgically, her eyes blurred:
“I don’t know who I am, I just know I don’t belong here.
Meeting you is my only truth. Maybe it’s fate, but I don’t regret it.
An Ning vomited a mouthful of blood and continued:
"Red Sun is really just the novice stage. It's just the beginning. The real challenge is still to come. People like Demon Claw and Fan Qi will be everywhere in the future.
"Little man, your strength may be enough, but your heart is not ruthless enough. The blood of a warrior has not yet been truly ignited. The man in my heart who dares to do anything has not returned."
“So every time I want to have some fun, you give me some trouble?
The Falang Squad, Iron Hand, Demon Claw, the Patrol, Fan Qi, and even yourself are all chess pieces you carefully laid out, guiding me step by step to become stronger?"
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