Another time, he tried to sneak up on her, but unexpectedly, she shot him in the head with a single, swift sword.
Jiang Hanxi vaguely remembered this person; it seemed to be a battle between her and a prodigy whose cultivation level was comparable to hers.
Many rats hiding in the shadows were killed by the aftershocks.
She just didn't expect that the only time her cold sword flew out during the entire battle, it would actually be able to decapitate Wang Feng!
How unlucky must he be?
"sorry......"
Jiang Hanxi leaned close to Wang Feng's ear and whispered an apology. She was genuinely sorry, but she had to admit that Wang Feng was really unlucky.
As if he had heard this, Wang Feng swayed as he sat up and then pulled Jiang Hanxi up as well.
However, he was so drunk that he could only sit up by relying on Jiang Hanxi's body for support.
"Is 'sorry' all you're going to do?!"
"I need to settle this with you today. My first life, hiccup~~!"
Wang Feng, drunk, let out a particularly long hiccup halfway through his speech. Jiang Hanxi just watched him quietly without making a move.
After a while, she spoke softly, "Go ahead and say it, I'm listening."
She also became curious about what kind of image she had in Wang Feng's mind.
Moreover, from his perspective, how did she kill the Eighth Prince?
Did they really have so many tragic relationships that they could die at her hands eight times?
Wang Feng didn't even open his eyes, but he kept talking.
This is the power of Imperial Brew—it makes you drunk after just one cup!
He just wanted to say what was stuck in his heart, and even if Jiang Hanxi wasn't there to listen, he would still talk to himself.
Perhaps they were hugging a pillar, or hugging the ground, speaking freely, laughing and crying for a while before starting to tell their story.
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