C9 (1/2)

Seeing her dodge, Wei Yi laughed softly and said, ”He really does have some skill.” Her pair of charming eyes were intriguing, as if it wanted to see through her.

Wenchuan lowered his head and thought deeply, he could not help but feel a chill down his spine. Knowing that the situation was not looking good, he instantly kneeled on the ground, ”Long live, please forgive me and let me in.”

”Oh?” Wei Yi rolled his eyes in amusement.

He admitted his wrongs rather quickly.

Interesting, but at least it added a bit to his bland days.

Her timid appearance was that of a servant bowing and groveling to him.

However, he wasn't planning to kill her.

Wei Yi's mood fluctuated, making it difficult for people to fathom him.

Right now, Wu Chuan was frowning as his thoughts turned into a mess.

Ben was in the Wei Residence, his sabre resting on his neck. He didn't pay it any heed, and his head fell to the ground. She was cautious and cautious in all matters, but she had never thought that she would lose due to habit.

After so many years of being a blade, it was incredibly sharp, and dodging blade lights and sword shadows had long become a habit. The skill he was so proud of had turned into his own.

”Get up.” Wei Yi's voice was light and magnetic, like a wandering soul, as it rippled into Wu Chuan's ears.

Wu Chuan's body froze.

”Do you want me to invite you?” Wei Yi's dark and quiet eyes that were like a pool of stagnant water glanced over lightly as he said in an extremely imposing manner, ”Hurry up and follow me.”

Wu Chuan didn't know what he was thinking this time. He only knew that Wei Yi would kill without batting an eye, but he never thought that it would be so different from the rumors he had heard today.

When he saw that Wei Yi had already walked a distance away, the sunlight shone onto his wide, grayish-black sleeve, causing the flowers on it to reflect a few mottled spots.

Listening to the sound of Wangchuan's soft footsteps, Wei Yi knew that she had caught up to him. A hint of happiness suffused his lazy eyes, and his thin lips parted slightly. ”Your little feet are quite nimble.”

”Yes, this humble servant dares not disobey.” Wu Chuan completely retracted the sharp light in his eyes and completely bowed down to his knees.

It was just a few steps away when Wei Yi stopped in his tracks. Wangchuan also stopped at the same time, and he couldn't help but catch his breath.

This... It was the same room where Wei Yi had been assassinated that day.

It was here that she had broken his secret. It was also here that her eyes had been gouged out. She clearly remembered this.

”Let's go in.”

These two words, which seemed to be floating in the air, entered Wu Chuan's ears.

Wangchuan's gaze moved in panic, not daring to meet Wei Yi's lazy gaze. He took two steps forward and probed. When he saw that Wei Yi wasn't moved in the slightest, he gritted his teeth and pushed open the door.

With a 'squeak' sound, it was followed by a gust of cold wind. There was no time for Wangchuan to dodge, but there was some warmth coming from his waist, and he fell into a thin embrace. A light sandalwood scent wafted into his nose, and when he opened his eyes, he was somewhat confused.