The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1239 Will you still save me?

Before moving to the basement, she pretended to fall out of bed and touched the steak knife on the dining table that was overturned by Li Shinuo. As long as he let down his vigilance, she could fight to the death!
Yan Zhixin clenched the steak knife tightly, and was about to stab Li Shinuo, when suddenly a loud noise came from behind.

Bang!
The door was slammed open!
Li Shinuo's movements stopped suddenly.

He raised his head and looked towards the door with a terrifying murderous intent.

Yan Zhixin's knife was about to stab Li Shinuo's body, but was interrupted suddenly, she quickly hid the knife again, and looked towards the door at the same time.

I saw Mo Junting rushing in with a mighty group of people, his eyes were as cold as if they had been frozen by a millennium glacier, seeing the mess in the room, the coldness instantly turned into overwhelming anger: "Li! Shi! Nuo!"

Li Shinuo stood up all of a sudden, holding Yan Zhixin with one hand, but his body subconsciously blocked her, his eyes were extremely fierce: "She is already mine—"

Yan Zhixin, who had been waiting for an opportunity, finally found an excellent opportunity, grabbed the steak knife and stabbed him in the back with lightning speed!
puff!
Steak knives dig into flesh.

Li Shinuo snorted, turned his face in disbelief, and looked at the resolutely desperate Yan Zhixin, as if he didn't know her, and he couldn't believe that she would do this.

laugh!
Yan Zhixin pulled out the steak knife.

Accompanied by Li Shinuo's muffled groan, the blood fell to the ground with a soft "click" and shattered into a flower of blood.

Li Shinuo looked at the blood under his feet, and suddenly burst out laughing, the laughter was full of madness, sarcasm, and a bit of sadness, and murmured: "Okay, it's really good..."

Mo Junting was not in the mood to listen to him venting, so he walked over quickly, pulled Yan Zhixin away from his side, took off his coat and covered her, picked her up and walked towards the door.

Li Shinuo was pushed to the ground, he coughed violently twice, ignoring the severe pain in his back, he suddenly raised his head and said, "Yan Zhixin."

His voice was less angry and murderous, and even had a bit of pleading.

Mo Junting continued to walk forward as if he had never heard of it.

Before reaching the door, Li Shinuo's voice came from behind, with a bit of sadness: "Yan Zhixin, if... the first time we met, if you knew I was Li Shinuo, would you still save me? "

Yan Zhixin froze for a moment.

Mo Junting stopped in his tracks.

Yan Zhixin turned her head to look at the man who was sitting on the ground in a state of embarrassment, remembering that it was raining that day, she sprinted [-] meters to the pharmacy to buy spray for him, her expression was a little sad.

Maybe.

But she would never save him just like that.

Seeing that Yan Zhixin didn't speak, Li Shinuo understood the meaning behind her silence, and laughed at himself.

It turned out that he was no different from when he was in the quagmire.

No one cares about his life or death.

No one has even the slightest kindness towards him.

including her.

What he thought was bright turned out to be his own illusion.

Not reconciled!

Before Yan Zhixin finished speaking, she thought for a while and said, "But I don't think you should just die of asthma like this, you should accept the judgment of the law."

Inexplicably recalling what Zhao Rishang said before she died, her expression was a bit obscure: "No matter how bad it is, you should die on the battlefield that belongs to you."

Li Shinuo was stunned.

He looked at the woman with disheveled hair and wet eyes leaning against Mo Junting's arms, as if he saw the scene of that day again.

She took the medicine and ran towards him in the rain...

(End of this chapter)