Shen Jiao's eyebrows curved into a smile, her laughter irresistible.
"Like a big fluttering moth."
Shen Jiao's laughter, like a tide, receded silently.
Ji Yan discovered that the hamster's fur wasn't always in a state of agitation. Sometimes, it would wrap its fur tightly around its body and let it droop down as a way of expressing its dissatisfaction.
This harmless yet amusing tiff amused him, and he laughed.
The tyrant often had fits of his madness, which Shen Jiao was used to, but it terrified the others.
The tyrant actually laughed?
The tyrant actually jokes?
It was terrifying, absolutely terrifying. Everyone wished they could dig a hole and bury themselves right there.
Perhaps because their fear was so obvious, Ji Yan, whose eyes were only on Shen Jiao, finally spared them a not-so-kind glance.
He wasn't looking at anyone else.
It was a profound silence.
Chen Yu's face turned ashen; he was completely overwhelmed by the oppressive aura and was too frightened to even breathe.
Ji Yan's expression was a half-smile: "You're going to die."
"No, no, no... I don't want to, I was wrong, Your Majesty, I know I was wrong." Shen Yu took two steps on her knees before being knocked away by a powerful force.
Only now did she realize that no matter how kind and gentle the tyrant was to Shen Jiao, to others he was still the same tyrant as before, without the slightest change.
Sandbag Chen Yu slammed down from the left side of the arena to the right side, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The gossips kneeling on the ground, like a group of startled fish, immediately shrank to the edges and corners, leaving enough space for Chenyu to lie dead.
After all, kind-hearted passersby like them are rare these days.
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