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Nan Wangshu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the expression on his face was very thought-provoking: "So confident? Are you so sure that you can succeed in one fell swoop by threatening Wen Buqi with me?"

"Naturally." The man took a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand complacently, his eyes were blurred, and there was a kind of contemptuous disdain all over his body: "I might as well tell you again, I will threaten you not to abandon anything— —I want him to die! In his previous life, he was lucky enough to escape from my hand because of your death, but he is not so lucky in this life!"

Threatening someone's life with a loved one sounds like an old-fashioned routine, but at this moment, Nan Wangshu doesn't think that a man is a fool, because she knows that he can really do this, and he can really do it in front of her. Abandoned face killed her.

Although the paranoid madness in his eyes was concealed by his astonishingly confident attitude, Nan Wangshu could still feel the biting cold killing intent on his body from his gestures.

It is not only for Wen, but also for her.

As the man's blood-drinking hateful words fell to the ground, the basement fell silent for an instant, and Nan Wangshu's almond-shaped eyes pressed tightly against the man's smiling eyes behind the glasses.

Complex emotions such as excitement, anticipation, and viciousness flashed across the man's eyes, and Nan Wangshu, who was looking directly at him, felt terrified all over his body.

The air around him gradually became tense, Nan Wangshu pressed his fear and clenched his palms drenched in cold sweat, and closed his eyelashes tremblingly. With this movement, he grasped the most important words of the man from the moment of darkness in front of him. At one point, she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the man's face covered with hideous scars and asked: "Actually, I've always been curious about a question, and I don't know if it's convenient to ask."

The man made a please gesture indifferently: "Ask."

Nan Wangshu pondered over his words: "You said just now that I died because of you in my previous life, so how exactly did I die?"

Hearing this, the man's eyes slanted slightly, and there was a hint of warning in his expression: "Of course it's convenient for me to tell you, but don't think that I don't know what you're thinking. You want to find out how you died in your previous life and then do it again now." Escape from me in the same way?"

Nan Wangshu didn't have any expression on his face when he heard this, but his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help cursing: Damn, why do you know what I think, do you fucking read minds or what?
"Hmph, don't think about it, let me tell you, do you think I'll fall on your hands once after I fall on your hands?" The man slowly put down his raised right leg, stood up from the chair and walked around the south pole on the concrete floor. Wang Shu walked around twice, looking down at her hair: "In your previous life, you were at least a capable person who knew magic and had a divine sword at your side. It's not surprising that you can disrupt my plan. But now you Well, it’s just a little ghost that I can crush with my fingers, the only thing I can use in my body is my brain, and I can’t even break the forbidden spirit rope on my body, what else do you want?”

Nan Wang let out a bookish and speechless breath from his nose, and closed his eyes as if discouraged: "I won't ask, you can talk or not."

"Say, of course, after all, I like answering other people's questions the most." The man seemed to be very happy with Nan Wangshu's attitude of being forced into a mess. He sat back on the chair and put his right leg on top of his left. Let it go, and then he let out a breath of relief.

This slight movement did not escape Nan Wangshu's eyes, and she stared at the man's right leg, frowning slightly.

"How should I put it..." The man held the cigarette rod in his left hand, propped his head on the armrest of the chair with his right elbow, and looked confused and hesitant: "Although you will know for yourself later, since you asked I, I will tell you in advance."

"The last life was the same as now. You committed suicide under the auspices of me."

"suicide?"

"To be precise, he committed suicide by dragging me to death." The man seemed to be trapped in a long memory that had accumulated ashes, and his eyes seemed a little misty in the wisps of white smoke from the cigarette stick: "At that time , I also put a knife on your neck and threatened Wen Buqi to explode myself. The long sword pierced through my body, and even stabbed me. I replaced Wen Buqi's life with my own life, and even dragged me to jump off the cliff. Unfortunately, , you are dead, but I am not dead."

"Hehe, it's probably because disasters can always last for thousands of years."

"Hmph," Nan Wangshu couldn't help laughing: "You know yourself very clearly."

"Of course," the man curled his lips indifferently, "I have always admitted that I am a heinous villain. Only when you know yourself clearly can you move towards your goal better."

"You're quite right, but what happened afterwards? How did you and Wen Buqi fight after I died?"

"No more fighting." The man's expression was flat as if he was telling someone else's story: "At that time, I was seriously injured, and I was pushed off the cliff by your solid sword. It is a miracle that I survived. How to fight? After I escaped from the bottom of the cliff in one breath, I found a place to hide and didn't dare to show up until my strength recovered in recent years. But I didn't expect that in the last life, I would only let you be His adoptive daughter, in this life, she moved so quickly to have sex with you. Sure enough, people only know regret after losing. By the way, strictly speaking, your decision to commit suicide in the last life was not because of I."

Nan Wangshu: "Who is that because of?"

"Of course you never give up." A faint smile appeared on the man's face: "Past life..."

As soon as the words came out, the man suddenly closed his mouth, and the smile on his face also changed. He looked sideways at the exhaust fan spinning on the wall, and said inexplicably for a long while: "Here we come."

"What's coming?" Nan Wangshu's heart sank for no reason, and he asked in a tense voice.

The man didn't answer, he just stretched out his index finger to silence her, then got up and went to the table, took out a bronze mirror covered with colorful and unknown marks, and yelled at Nan Wangshu: "I know what this thing is ?"

Nan Wangshu shook his head.

"The past life mirror, as the name suggests, can reflect people's past life memories. Don't you want to know what happened to you and Wen Buqi in your past life? It can help you."

Nan Wangshu stared at his blurred reflection in the bronze mirror in front of him, subconsciously wanted to move back, but just as he moved, the man grabbed his shoulder with a "snap": "What are you hiding from? Don't you want to know your past life?" ?”

The man's voice was sharp and urgent, Nan Wangshu's intuition was wrong, and he began to struggle violently: "I want to know, but not from you!"

"It must be from me!" The man's expression suddenly became fierce, and the scar on his face was horrifying: "Although this will kill you in ashes!"