Chapter 461 (1/2)

At this critical moment, Wen Jiufei rushed over, held the blade with his hand, and forcibly stopped the long sword that had cut Zhao Jingyi's neck skin.

”Sorry, Princess...”

Warm wine shook his hands. The sword edge was embedded in the palm of his hand. Hot blood seeped from his fingers and his hands were dripping with blood.

She looked at the bloody Zhao Jingyi around her neck and whispered, ”I'm afraid I can't do what you said... I want you to live and live a hundred years without worry.”

”You...” Zhao Jingyi's lip color faded, and her suicide was stopped.

She looked at the pale girl in front of her, her voice trembled slightly, and sighed, ”warm wine, you man!”

Just this sentence, Zhao Jingyi had no words for a while.

Wen Jiu doesn't care much about his appearance and figure.

Only cherish these hands.

Shopkeeper Wen wants to use these hands to calculate and count the silver notes. Hurting her hand will kill her half.

But today, Wenjiu did so for her.

Warm wine said: ”I don't want to do what the princess asked me to do well. I'll make the princess suffer more. Think of another way.”

Zhao Jingyi looked at her for a long time and didn't speak.

Warm wine didn't open his mouth, but there were thousands of words in his eyes.

Sometimes, death is the easiest thing.

Once you close your eyes, you can escape the troubles in the world and forget the coldness of family affection.

How many weak people in the world often choose to end their lives when they can't bear the blow.

In vain, Zhao Jingyi was pretentious. In the end, she chose such a way as those mediocres.

How can you be reconciled?

The long street was silent and silent.

The blood in the palm of warm wine flows to Zhao Jingyi's neck along the sword edge. It's still warm.

After a while.

Wenjiu couldn't help but speak to her. Zhang Yueze, sitting on the horse, suddenly picked up a long knife, opened the hands of Zhao Jingyi and Wenjiu, and the bloody sword ”banged” fell to the ground.

Wenjiu could not stand steadily and fell to the ground. In an instant, two zhangjiajun came forward and pressed her.

Zhao Jingyi also stumbled and was carried by Zhang Yueze.

The dusk was getting darker. The man with the slave mark on his face bowed his head and leaned very close to the eldest princess. He clenched his teeth and said, ”it's so easy to want to die, Zhao Jingyi. You think it's beautiful!”

Zhao Jingyi turned to warm wine and said to Zhang Yueze, ”if you think I owe you, I owe you. It has nothing to do with warm wine. You let her go back!”

”Up to now, you dare to speak to me in such a condescending tone!” Zhang Yueze was angry when he heard this. ”I won't let go. What can you do?”

Zhao Jingyi was very angry: ”you...”

”Someone!” Zhang Yueze threw the long knife in his hand to the entourage under him. He changed his hand and carried Zhao Jingyi. He said coldly, ”since the princess cares so much about this warm wine, let's start with her now.”

His voice was extremely cold. ”First pull out her tongue, then cut off her fingers one by one, and remove her limbs...”

”Zhang Yueze!”

Zhao Jingyi snapped at him, her eyes startled.

Zhang Yueze looked at her face and suddenly smiled. He smiled very quickly. ”Zhao Jingyi, are you afraid? I tell you, your pain today is less than half of what I had in those years! What you owe me, you don't know in your life!”