Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"..."

"Then all your training and dedication will be in vain!"

Ximen Fenglie sneered, "Unfortunately, he will never know."

Jing Jiaren looked at him in amazement... It doesn't make sense, with so many reasons, he still insists on killing Ximen Longting?

"I want to find the East Palace, I don't need you... I have my own staff."

"Keep you guys, keep tigers as trouble, and you can turn against me at any time."

"If you kill you now, I can tell my grandson that it was done by people from the East Palace...Keep you, and you will tell him that I am dealing with you."

Jing Jiaren retorted loudly: "As long as you let Ximen Longting go, we can keep our mouths shut forever and keep our son a secret."

"What do you take to be worthy of my trust?"

"I don't understand, Ximen Longting has nothing...Even if he was equal to you in the past, after so many years, he still couldn't kill you. Why are you so afraid of him?"

"Shut up!" Ximen Fenglie's authority was directly challenged.

His anger proved that she was on to something.

"Yes, you are afraid of him! Otherwise, why are you so eager to kill him? He is very afraid that one day he will be full-fledged, and you are afraid that you will not be able to beat him when you are old!"

Ximen Fenglie's face was dark and deep: "When you cut grass, you have to get rid of the roots."

"It's better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go?" Jing Jiaren laughed funnyly, "He has let go of his hatred, and you have an heir! Just let us, a pair of common people, live in seclusion. ?”

"It's all my fault for being so soft-hearted back then."

……

Jing Jiaren's brain was lost, her eyes were blank, staring at him, just like staring at the most terrifying devil in the world!

Jing Jiaren suddenly grabbed a cup on the coffee table and threw it at it.

Ximen Fenglie slightly turned his face away, and then another crystal ashtray was thrown at him.

Just as she was about to take down a glass, Vic grabbed her wrist.

Ximen Fenglie's forehead was hit by an ashtray, and he pressed it slowly: "You are so brave."

"It's all what you deserve...I just hate that I don't have a knife in my hand, why don't I stab you to death, you devil."

Ximen Feng violently pursed his lips: "This game is not a dead end."

"..."

"It's just that in the end, you didn't see your fault clearly."

Jing Jiaren's fierce resistance paused slightly.

"If you make a mistake, you have the sincerity to admit your mistake." Ximen Fenglie's eyes were deep and deep, a magnificent ruby ​​red, "If you don't repent, then go die!"

Not a dead end?Is there another way to pass the customs?

Impossible, how could so many armored soldiers break through?

In Jing Jiaren's eyes was a throwing fire, burning with all her might, wishing she could poke his red eyes blind...

Why was Ximen Longting's most beautiful red eyes taken away?

"Your eyes are full of seeds of hatred now. In your eyes, you can only see yourself."

"In your eyes, maybe you are not the only one!?"

Jing Jiaren's voice was hoarse with despair, when her eyes turned to the screen...

All the armored soldiers had been triggered, Ximen Longting was covered in wounds and surrounded by groups.

All the blades pierced like him, forming a circular encirclement.

Ximen Longting was so weak that he knelt down with blood on his body.

Jing Jiaren's eyes widened in shock——

The screen ended at this scene, and the screen suddenly went dark.