I am Feng Jun

Chapter 588. Chapter 588. I prefer to watch you dying
Shen Ci's left hand grabbed his index finger before he touched him.

The corners of his eyes were raised slightly, and he suddenly pushed his hand backwards, and with a bang, he broke the slender fingers with well-defined joints, just like a painting.

Another burst of cursing hurled at Shen Ci, but it was of no use to him, instead it made him curl his lips, and put aside his left hand casually.

"This can't be considered a knife wound."

"There are still six knives, take your time."

The smiling but sinister voice drove Bi Jiuhuang crazy, wanting to cut the person in front of him into pieces, and then a sharp pain between his right elbow made his eyes go dark for a moment.

Shen Ci drew out the coldness that had stayed on his right elbow.

When his vision regained clarity, his chin was pressed against the cold tip of the knife, and he was forced to lift it up, facing Shen Ci's dark and unpredictable long and narrow phoenix eyes.

It's cold and cold, even though it's stained with his countless hot blood, it's still as cold as ice.

He sneered, his eyes still had a bloody gleam of refusal to admit defeat, but gradually calmed down, his left hand with only one finger broken was hanging by his side, slowly accumulating strength in his sleeve.

"In fact, compared to you being slaughtered, I prefer to watch you dying."

Suddenly, the young man's lips curled up slowly, dangerously and coldly, and there was some icy chill in his voice.

"What a coincidence, the solution you proposed yourself is great."

The tip of Shen Ci's knife slowly moved over his embarrassed face that had long since lost its usual dignity, and said slightly ironically.

There was a flash of fire in Bi Jiuhong's eyes, but he pressed his white lips tightly and did not speak.

He is still gathering strength.

At such a close distance, he wanted to give him a fatal blow.

"tsk"

The young man clicked his tongue, a gleam of light flashed across his eyes, and his thin lips parted slightly.

"The front of the people said that they only defend but not attack, and the queen--"

The young man let out a sigh, and looked down at him condescendingly, with an indescribable sarcasm.

"Although I know you are not very good at keeping promises, I didn't expect you to be so shameless."

The tip of the knife was raised slowly, and the young man's voice was faint and cool.

"How about accumulating energy?"

Just one sentence made Bi Jiuhong's body tense up.

"It's okay, save it slowly, don't worry."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved calmly on his face all the time, and the tip of the knife, which was intended to humiliate him, made a sudden attack, and pierced straight into the left eye, which was hiding countless killing intentions.

Under the sudden stabbing pain, the fist that had not yet fully charged followed the instinct of the body and hit the sadistic boy in front of him.

At the same time, his right hand subconsciously wanted to lift up to cover his injured eye, but he didn't feel anything other than pain.

In just a split second, Shen Ci pulled Qing Han out of his eyes, bringing out a string of blood beads and a hoarse scream.

Take a step back, avoiding most of the force of Bi Jiuhong's punch, and then spin to his left.

At the same time, the right hand threw Qinghan upwards, the tip of the knife drew an arc in the air, and the blood droplets on the tip of the knife dripped on Bi Jiuhong's left arm.

Shen Ci caught the handle of Qinghan's knife with his left hand, and at the same elbow joint of Bi Jiuhong's left arm, he cut two holes again from the inside to the outside.

One look, two shoulders, two elbows, one knee.

"The sixth knife."

The young man said coldly, looking down at Bi Jiuhuang's left hand that also fell to the ground, a gurgle of blood burst out from his left eye, and he pulled out Qinghan from his hand, which was extremely cold and cruel.

"I don't like the way you look at her eyes."

Shen Ci wiped the still sharp dagger with his sleeve that was already stained with a lot of blood.

A slightly paranoid and cold voice pierced through the endless pain and rang in Bi Jiuhong's ears.

"You still covet her unwillingly!"

Shen Ci squatted in front of him, staring at his only remaining right eye, which was full of blood and trembling violently.

Bi Jiuhong, whose sight was blood red, took a big breath of fresh air, trying to suppress the unbearable pain all over his body, but it was of no avail.

He couldn't even move his hands now.

Walking on his knees, he wanted to back away from the devil in front of him, but as the poison gradually spread, his movements became very slow.

The only thing he can completely control now is his own voice.

The trembling and white lips due to pain and blood loss lightly parted, and the hoarse and cold voice was very broken.

"Shen Ci, why do you just wipe out the past ten years between us in a few months, it's obviously, it's me, it should be mine!"

"Why? Why do you think it should be yours?"

Shen Ci pressed on step by step, until he pushed him to the corner under the window, leaning his back against the wall, there was no way to retreat.

Bi Jiuhong's words made him very unhappy, and the coldness and paranoia on his body became more intense.

"Oh, I was the one who appeared in front of the world since I was a child, and was by His Highness's side. I was taught by Feng Jun in Fengwu Palace, and I was the one who was trained as Feng Shaojun. You are just a bitch hiding in the mansion, why are you!"

As soon as he appeared, he took everything from him!
"Everyone, Fengwu Palace, has been by her side since childhood?"

Shen Ci laughed, that smile was a bit cold, and the breath of blood in his eyes was like substance, thick and thick.

"Then you, have you ever entered the East Palace?"

With an astonishingly cold breath all over Shen Ci, he approached him infinitely.

The tip of the knife was on his neck, and with a little force, he could pierce his skin, and then he could see blood gushing out.

"Even once, have you ever entered the East Palace?"

Facing Shen Ci's very simple but extremely heart-wrenching question, Bi Jiuhong suddenly lost all his strength and leaned weakly on the window sill, his only remaining right eye constricted.

Has he ever entered the East Palace?
Don't Have
Not once.

From childhood to adulthood, for so many years, he often appeared behind Mu Yuanxi, and there was even an attic for him in Fengwu Palace.

But he was never allowed to step into the palace that belonged to the empress dowager.

Seeing his appearance, Shen Ci knew the answer to this question before he could speak out, the blood in his eyes faded a little, and then he let out a cold snort.

"So why do you take her as yours, huh?"

"Everything is just your delusion. Since it is a dream, you will wake up one day!"

Bi Jiuhong trembled slightly, blood and tears streaming down his face.

But looking at the young man in front of him who was showing off his might, he still felt unwilling, and roared out with his extremely hoarse voice.

"Obviously it's you, you stole everything from me!"

"Ah"

Shen Ci sneered, and after Bi Jiuhuang's roar, he sent Qinghan into his right eye that was shining with madness and jealousy.

In the blink of an eye, he took away all his light and the right to covet her, and also destroyed that bit of jealousy under the knife and trampled on the soles of his feet.

"I came to this world just for her, why do you say?"

Bi Jiuhong's world turned from blood red to pitch black, surrounded by endless darkness.

The whole body was soaked in blood, and the bright red clothes had already been dyed dark red by the coagulated blood, forming a large and strange pattern, depressing and crazy.

The countless tassels hanging from the edge, like the loose long hair, were congealed and knotted after being stained with blood.

They are even intertwined with each other, making it difficult to separate, black mixed with dark red, messy and embarrassing.

(End of this chapter)