Chapter 81: Encirclement and suppression, kill them all! ! !
The white candles in the mourning hall were almost burned out, the light and shadows were dim and eerie like a ghost.
Wei Zilin leaned over and pressed down, his hot breath blowing on the side of Shen Xingwan's face, with a faint aroma of alcohol and a lingering trace of madness.
Shen Xingwan suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils shrank suddenly, his face turned pale as paper, and his whole body was shaking.
She struggled like crazy, kicking his chest desperately, pressing her hands tightly against his shoulders, trying her best to push him away, crying miserably: "Wei Zilin!"
"This is your wife's funeral hall! Wake up!"
Funeral hall!
This is the Crown Princess’s mourning hall!
He actually did such a ridiculous thing here? !
Her eyes were filled with shock and anger, tears rolled down her cheeks, and her heart was beating like a drum, almost bursting through her chest.
Wei Zilin sneered.
He chuckled softly, and the sound was almost cold and cold, like he was mocking himself.
He was drunk and mad, staring at her in a daze, his voice low and hoarse: "What wife..."
"I never considered her my wife."
His tone was very light and disdainful, and his eyes were cold and frosty.
He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips were cool, and gently wiped away the hot tears on her cheek. The movement was extremely gentle, as if he was touching the most precious treasure in the world.
Shen Xingwan's heart trembled violently.
She turned her head away in fear to avoid his touch, but Wei Zilin refused to let her go. His palm slid slowly along her cheek, tracing her eyebrows and eyes, gently but with an unyielding possessiveness.
"Wanwan..."
He murmured softly, his voice affectionate and a little bewitching.
"I want you to be my wife. Marry me. Okay?"
"I can give you everything you want..."
His eyes were heavy, like stars swallowed by the night, low and fiery, "I want you to be the Crown Princess... No, the Queen, the Queen, okay?"
Queen!
He actually wanted her to be the queen? !
Shen Xingwan was trembling all over, and she pressed against his chest desperately, refusing to let him get any closer.
She dug her nails deep into his collar and cried almost to the point of collapse: "Wei Zilin, are you crazy?! I am already married and the regent princess! What are you doing?!"
Wei Zilin's smile suddenly froze, and his deep eyes seemed to be filled with raging storms.
Princess Regent...
These four words pierced his heart, causing him excruciating pain!
His eyes turned cold, and suddenly he smiled. His smile was extremely cold, angry and disdainful, and his eyes were so intense that they almost swallowed her.
"What's so good about him?"
He slowly leaned over, until their noses were touching, and his hot breath fell on her ear, with an intoxicating warmth yet a chilly and dangerous aura.
Shen Xingwan subconsciously turned her head away, trying to avoid him, but Wei Zilin's hand suddenly raised up, twisted her jaw hard, and forced her to look at him!
His fingertips gripped her chin with such force that it almost crushed her bones.
"Look at me."
His voice was hoarse, revealing a strong sense of oppression, "Can't you just look at me?"
Shen Xingwan's face was forced to meet his gaze.
His dark eyes were like deep pools, unfathomable and dark, surging with indescribable emotions.
Her lips trembled, "Wei Zilin, let me go...you are crazy..."
Wei Zilin's face was extremely gloomy. He laughed in anger and sneered. His laughter was chilling: "Are you crazy? Ha... If I weren't crazy, would you even look at me?"
He leaned closer, until they were almost touching.
His breath lingered on hers, his eyes were sinister and stubborn, "What can he give you that I can't give you?"
Shen Xingwan gritted her teeth, her voice trembling with coldness: "What he gave me is what you can never give me."
Wei Zilin's expression suddenly changed, and his thin lips were pursed into a cold arc.
Are you just going to protect Yan Jinghuan like this?
His chest rose and fell violently, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his voice and said word by word, gritting his teeth: "He is just a mere proton, he can't even go back to Yan State..."
He slowly lowered his head, his forehead almost touching hers, and his voice was as low as a devil crawling out of hell, extremely cold.
"If I become emperor someday, he will still have to rely on me to survive..."
"Shen Xingwan, why can't you see through it?"
His fingertips slid slowly down her cheek, extremely tenderly, yet with a fatal possessiveness.
"Only I can give you everything you want..."
His voice was bewitching, and he stared at her infatuatedly, "Wanwan, you are mine..."
Shen Xingwan trembled all over, and tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.
She gritted her teeth, her pupils constricted, and her heart beat so fast that it almost exploded!
The white candles in the mourning hall flickered, the flames brightening and dimming, illuminating the dark coffin. The shadows were hazy, like ghosts dancing, eerie and terrifying.
In the dead silent hall, the only sounds were the faint crackling of the burning incense and the rustling of the white flags in the wind.
Shen Xingwan was pressed tightly by Wei Zilin on the cold floor tiles a few steps away from Tang Lin'er's coffin. She felt so cold that she felt like she was falling into an icy cave.
She struggled hard, but the man was so powerful that she was held tightly in his grasp, like a bird caught in a net. No matter how she fluttered, she could not escape his grasp.
She was extremely angry and desperate, she clenched her teeth, unwilling to fight with him any longer, so she simply closed her eyes, turned her head away, and tried her best to ignore his existence!
No matter how Wei Zilin coaxed her, she refused to look at him.
Do you hate him so much?
There were bloodshot in his eyes, and he clenched his teeth, then bent down and bit her slender collarbone hard!
“Ugh—!”
Shen Xingwan suddenly felt pain, frowned, groaned, and suddenly opened his eyes in shame and anger!
She was furious and was about to yell when she saw that handsome and gloomy face slowly approaching, with a faint scent of alcohol mixed with the fresh smell of his body, attacking her.
Shen Xingwan was horrified and turned her face away, trying her best to avoid his lips!
Wei Zilin's thin lips brushed against her ear, and his warm breath brushed against her sensitive skin, causing her to shudder with fear.
She struggled and cried, her voice broken and choked: "Wei Zilin! You are really crazy! Let me go! I am the Regent Princess, do you want to take me by force?!"
Princess Regent...
Wei Zilin's eyes suddenly darkened, and there seemed to be a storm rising in his deep eyes.
He stared at her infatuatedly, but his arms tightened even more, almost embedding her body into his bones and blood!
He suddenly reached out and fiercely ripped open her belt, with a sinister look on his face: "So what if I took your wife?"
"A forced melon is not sweet...but it quenches thirst."
There was a dangerous smile in his eyes, with bone-eating obsession and madness in his eyes. He stared at her closely, like a wolf that finally trapped its prey, and said faintly: "I want to taste it, whether you are worth it or not."
As he said that, he exerted force suddenly, bent her into a welcoming posture, and lowered his head to get close to her!
"don't want--!"
Shen Xingwan was horrified and struggled desperately, tears rolling down her cheeks and she shouted hoarsely.
Just when Wei Zilin was about to kiss her cheek!
"Bang!" with a loud bang!
The palace door was kicked open with a bang, and the door hit the wall with a deafening noise!
The howling wind blew into the mourning hall, causing the white banners to flutter wildly and the candlelight to sway violently, reflecting a dark figure that came through the air like a violent storm!
A cold light flashed, and the sword flashed like thunder!
The next moment, the cold sword blade pierced straight through Wei Zilin's shoulder blade. With a "puff", the sharp sword blade pierced through the flesh and blood and pierced deeply into his shoulder!
Wei Zilin was shocked, his body froze, his pupils contracted violently, and blood gushed out from his shoulder, instantly dyeing his plain clothes red!
He groaned and staggered backward in embarrassment, blood dripping from the sword wound and landing on Shen Xingwan's white dress, like a bright red flower blooming in hell!
At the same time, a tall figure rushed over quickly, and before Wei Zilin could stand firm, he was kicked hard!
He flew out like a kite with a broken string and hit the huge pillar of the mourning hall heavily. Blood gushed out immediately and dripped onto the marble floor!
Shen Xingwan opened her eyes wide, her whole body trembling, and through her tearful eyes, she saw clearly who was coming...
Yan Jinghuan!
Her heart suddenly shrank, and the extremely suppressed fear was finally completely vented out. Her throat choked and tears burst out.
Yan Jing’s eyes are as bright as the dark night and as gloomy as the cold snow in winter.
With quick and decisive movements, he tore off his belt, untied his outer robe, leaned over and gently wrapped Shen Xingwan into the thick python robe, wrapped her tightly, and then carried her horizontally!
Shen Xingwan was held in his arms, curled up in his familiar and solid embrace, her body stained with Wei Zilin's blood. Her heart was pounding and she trembled as she clutched his clothes tightly!
The injured Wei Zilin gritted his teeth, his face was distorted, and his eyes were full of madness!
He suddenly pulled out the dagger for self-defense from his boots, his eyes burning with sinister murderous intent, and with a roar, he rushed towards Yan Jinghuan fiercely!
"careful--!"
Shen Xingwan exclaimed, hugged Yan Jinghuan's neck tightly, and screamed.
Yan Jinghuan was holding her with his back to Wei Zilin, and had no time to turn around and respond.
In a flash, a cold figure emerged from the darkness like a ghost. With a flash of cold light, the long sword accurately knocked the dagger in Wei Zilin's hand away!
Shen Xingwan recognized the man suddenly!
It’s Xing Zhou!
Wei Zilin's dagger flew far away and fell to the ground with a clang!
Yan Jinghuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, with murderous intent flashing in them. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword that was inserted into Wei Zilin's shoulder!
A look of horror suddenly appeared in Wei Zilin's eyes, and the next moment, Yan Jinghuan drew his sword without hesitation!
"puff--!"
The long sword was drawn out and blood gushed out!
Wei Zilin roared in pain, his body swayed, and before he could stand firmly, Yan Jinghuan suddenly raised his foot and kicked him hard in the lower abdomen!
"Bang--!"
Wei Zilin slammed heavily on Tang Lin'er's coffin, his head hitting the ground violently, causing the coffin to tremble. Then he slid to the ground in a mess, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his face was distorted and hideous!
"Someone come!"
Wei Zilin's eyes were red, and he roared furiously, "Kill them for me!!!"
The guards from the Eastern Palace who rushed over rushed in like a tide, instantly surrounding the people in the mourning hall!
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