"Click", the handle under the pair of slender fingers broke into pieces.
Hearing the voice, Long Er looked towards the king on the throne. He saw veins bulging on his forehead, as if he was trying hard to endure something, suppressing something. A powerful dark aura lingered around him.
The king said nothing, and no one dared to move. They didn't know whether the man lying on the ground was alive or dead.
Just then, the people on the ground moved.
The eagle-eyed people in the stands were the first to notice and exclaimed, "She's moving, she's still alive."
"What!"
Gesang stood up suddenly, no longer caring about Feng Chi on the throne, and shouted loudly: "Yutang, stand up. Stand up."
The people around seemed to be infected, and they stood up one by one, looking at her intently.
"Stand up."
"Stand up."
…
The calls instantly ignited the entire arena, and the shouts became louder and louder, echoing through the sky.
The person on the ground supported the ground with one hand, and then when the gravity of her body placed the hands that were already scarred and even exposed white bones, her body fell down again, and a layer of dust was instantly rolled up.
Gesang burst into tears, "Yutang, stand up."
Bei Yutang felt dizzy, but a voice in her head told her not to fall down, never fall down.
She wants to live, live.
The calls that came from her ears seemed to peel off a thin strip of light in her dim eyes, allowing her to see clearly ahead. The unyielding spirit in her body made her grit her teeth and stand up.
Everyone saw Bei Yutang's staggering body standing up in front of them. The process was very long, just like seeing an elderly person in his twilight years, shaking his body.
She finally stood up.
Gesan cried with joy.
Feng Chi, sitting on the throne, looked at the blood-soaked, staggering figure, and found it difficult to breathe. His deep black eyes were fixed on her, unable to see anyone else.
His heart ached as if it was being cut.
Bei Yutang looked at Feng Chi, her eyes crimson, stained with blood. She stared at him with a cold yet unyielding gaze, her voice hoarse, "I win."
The man on the throne disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of her.
Bei Yutang looked at the person who suddenly appeared with a normal expression.
Feng Chi looked at the pair of unyielding and clear eyes. They were really beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't bear to kill her.
However, he knew that if he didn't kill her, she would sooner or later become his weakness and his deadly poison.
Feng Chi stretched out his hand, grabbed her neck, and with just a slight force, he ended her life.
Bei Yutang sensed the murderous intent emanating from him, but she remained calm and asked, "Are you planning to break your promise?"
Staring at him with those cold eyes that seemed to be able to see through his inner thoughts, his heart trembled slightly.
He was actually a little afraid to look her in the eye.
He put his hand out to shield her eyes.
Bei Yutang forced a sad smile onto her lips, and a low laugh escaped from her mouth.
That laughter was like a pair of hands, tightly strangling his neck and making it impossible for him to breathe.
It hurts so much, my heart hurts more and more.
Bei Yutang closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.
She knew that she no longer had the ability to resist.
Life or death, he decides everything.
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