Chapter 193 She Doesn’t Tell the Truth
Bingwen knows Junlin very well what kind of person he is, and he also knows what kind of passionate heart is revealed behind the aloof exterior that is seen by the world.
She is actually very easy to understand and not as difficult to get along with as she appears to be.
She will joke with you humorously, soothe your anxieties patiently, and generously give you opportunities to pursue your career, power, and status, but all of this is done after you have shown her your own value and absolute loyalty.
When the value is gone and loyalty is no longer there, all the affection and favors she has given will be taken back decisively and quickly.
Isn’t ten years of love heavy?
Of course it is heavy.
However, Junlin has always had a clear understanding of himself. In front of Bingwen's childhood sweetheart, his identity as the Lord of Dajing always comes first.
How can an emperor be indecisive and let personal emotions affect the interests of the country? Even if the thoughts in her heart are so turbulent that they are about to swallow her up, she will still endure everything and point her sword at Bingwen coldly.
Although their positions were different, Jun Lin still didn't like that he had ruined the relationship between them and used her to ruin her country.
Therefore, Bingwen must chop it off with her own hands.
How could Bingwen not know this? Jun Lin was like honey to him but poison to me. This man was cold-blooded and could always cut off his own emotions more easily than others, demonstrating his pursuit of profit to the fullest.
“Zheng——”
Two swords collided in the forest, and the two men withdrew their thoughts and swung their swords at the same time. When those dark eyes looked at him, it seemed as if even his soul could not help but tremble.
It was murderous intent, like dark clouds swirling and pressing violently, a murderous intent that could not be dispelled.
At that moment Bingwen knew that the other party had recognized him.
"Alin..."
The light whisper dissipated in the wind, but it made Jun Lin sneer: "You have a strong sense of professional ethics. You shouted my name while pointing your sword at me."
With a "swish" sound, the sword flew back and forth like a dragon. Her posture was extremely agile, her steps were as light as a swallow when she dodged, and as fast as lightning when she pointed the sword and attacked.
Bingwen had no time to think about anything else and just kept fighting with him, with beads of cold sweat already oozing out of his forehead.
"If it weren't for the fact that you are not allowed to kill contestants on Mohist territory this time, Bingwen, you would have died long ago."
The upturned corners of the eyes carry an air of arrogance and nobility, and the disdain of looking down upon the world stimulates the man's fragile self-esteem.
But she still felt it was not enough, so she ripped off half of the man's mask with the blade of her sword, revealing his face as white as jade.
Looking at the man's furrowed brows and pursed lips, the more he feared exposing himself in front of her, the more Jun Lin wanted to make sure he had nowhere to hide and reveal everything to her.
"Do you know how surprised and angry I felt when the sword pierced my heart?"
The sword energy suddenly surged wildly, and the increasingly fierce moves forced Bingwen to take a step back under the heavy burden. It was this step that gave Jun Lin the opportunity to kick him to the ground.
She stepped on the man's chest, the blade of her sword pointed at the tip of his nose, and looked at him coldly with her dark eyes half covered by her long eyelashes.
Bingwen groaned and curled his fingers slightly, then he turned his head away, not daring to meet her gaze. His messy hair was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his forehead. His breathing was unstable, and it seemed that the suppressed emotions were about to burst out.
The wind was rustling, the birds were singing crisply, and after a moment of silence, only the plain and untuned voice of Jun Lin was left, neither loud nor soft, echoing.
"Bingwen, I'm in so much pain. The sword on that day not only pierced my body, but also shattered my heart."
"If you had never betrayed me, you would be the most precious person to me. The person standing shoulder to shoulder with me now is not Minghe, not Manlao, but you."
Jun Lin's tone was flat, as if she was complaining softly, or as if she was feeling sorry for him. Every word she said was like a nail stuck in Bingwen's heart, and she was hammering it down again and again.
His flesh and blood were swirling, and he was in excruciating pain. The man turned his head blankly and looked at her. The guilt and sadness in his eyes prompted him to stammer for a long time before he uttered hoarsely: "I..."
“Puff——”
The long sword broke through the flesh and pierced his left shoulder, but Bingwen did not feel surprised or angry about it. She even hoped that doing so could alleviate her hatred.
Jun Lin whispered: "It hurts so much."
“…”
At this moment, Bingwen clearly realized how painful it was to be hurt by the person he loved most. The wound on his shoulder was far less painful than the pain in his heart.
"You also think I'm heartless, but Bingwen, I couldn't bear to kill you time and time again, don't you know why?"
In the man's blank eyes, she leaned over and whispered in his ear: "I did like you."
The man froze for a moment, his body stiffened and he lost all reaction.
Confusion, shock, ecstasy to sorrow, Jun Lin saw the changes in his expression clearly, and stabbed him in the right shoulder again without any hesitation.
"Forget it, go away. If we see each other again, I will definitely kill you."
When she turned around and left, she did not forget to take the wooden sign around the man's waist.
Bingwen's last psychological defense line collapsed. The pain and despair of destroying his own happiness with his own hands gave him a splitting headache. His eyes were bloodshot and he bit his teeth hard. He was so sad that even tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.
For the first time, he began to regret stabbing with the sword.
The moment Jun Lin turned his back to him and left, he had already narrowed his eyes with a smile.
I shook the wooden sign in my hand and went to look for the next target in a good mood.
None of the above words are true.
Jun Lin’s mouth is full of lies.
Can't bear to kill? She wanted to move her sword to poke holes in people's hearts right now, but compared to physical torture, mental torture is often more devastating.
Besides, Bingwen's position is irreplaceable. He is number one, connected to the King of Southern Xinjiang and the mysterious master. Jun Lin can put some ice drops on him now to make him regret and waver, so that he can use him to do things later.
Jun Lin let out a "tsk" and began to reflect on himself: Have I become less and less involved in other people's affairs recently?
She thought carefully.
Then I thought about it to no avail.
She still thought she had done the right thing and grinned happily, asking me to see where the next cutie who would give out the sign was!
He disappeared without a trace with a hint of Qinggong, not caring at all about the life or death of the man on the ground.
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On the other side, Yi An, who was alone, ran into Le Zhou. The young man tilted his head, blinked, and said politely, "Sir, can you please make way? I want to go to the ladder."
Le Zhou put his index finger to his lips and smiled: "Okay."
As he said that, he actually gave way, which made Yi An look strange.
"Then, sir, can you give me your wooden sign? I am not very strong and I am afraid I cannot defeat you."
Le Zhou untied the rope with his slender fingers and took down the wooden sign: "Okay."
It was so weird that Yian didn't dare to take the sign.
"Lord of the Snow Region, is it really impossible for you to take over the territory anymore?"
Suddenly, Le Zhou said this.
Yi An became even more alert, unable to discern the emotions in the words: "Yes."
Le Zhou sighed: "Then it's useless."
The man drew the sword from his waist, his face still gentle and elegant, but his gentle and harmless aura suddenly changed, and a creepy murderous aura filled him, as if he had walked out of a pile of corpses.
Yian narrowed his eyes, and suddenly a complicated magic circle spread out from under his feet. The sleeves of his white shirt and blue collar were blown by the strong cyclone, making a hunting sound.
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ps: I'm sorry, I suddenly felt lazy today and squeezed out only one chapter after a long time. I feel guilty. Inspiration give me inspiration!