On the contrary, the soldier stood motionless with a smile on his face, his figure as light as a wisp of smoke, both supple and resilient, yet dangerous and sharp.
"Yu, Wen, Sheng?"
Gongshu Jiruo spoke slowly and deliberately, emphasizing each word.
The soldier wore a mask, and although it was a different face, it perfectly conveyed Yuwen Sheng's innate terrifying aura: "It seems you were prepared, otherwise you wouldn't have reacted so quickly."
At this moment, the people brought by Gongshu Jiruo realized what was happening and hurriedly and nervously surrounded him, trying to protect him. However, they were clearly powerless to do anything in the face of Yuwen Sheng, the "living Yama".
"I never expected you to have infiltrated Tiger Roar Pass. I had a vague feeling that you, Yuwen Sheng, have always been domineering and meticulous. You wouldn't let go of something if you lost something, so I'm afraid you would be even more unwilling to let go if you lost a person," Gongshu Jiruo mocked.
Yuwen Sheng clapped his hands with a smile and praised, "Gongshu Jiruo, you really understand me. I feel like I have a thorn in my side when someone covets what I have. I won't feel at ease until I remove this thorn."
Upon hearing this, Gongshu Jiruo's eyes showed even more mockery. He clearly told Yuwen Sheng, "She is not yours. Have you always told her that? But I have already told her that you two have not completed the final step of the marriage contract ceremony. The Prince of Ye does not agree, and you will never be able to marry her in this lifetime."
After Gongshu Jiruo finished speaking, Yuwen Sheng was stunned for a long time. He seemed unable to understand, tilting his head and straining to hear, as if trying his best to suppress something, and asked, "What are you saying?"
Gongshu Jiruo continued to provoke him, saying, "You can't take her away, Yuwen Sheng. Once she knows everything, you won't even have the one excuse to keep her, and she won't trust you anymore."
Yuwen Sheng stared at him, his eyes like poisoned daggers. His voice trembled and gradually lost control as he said, "I don't want to kill you so easily anymore..."
Blood……
Drip, drip, dripping incessantly from my arm to my fingertips.
Gongshu Jiruo was pale and clutching his injured arm. He looked at Yuwen Sheng, who was closing in on him. Yuwen Sheng had no intention of killing him with one sword, but rather wanted to torture him to death.
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