SFS Chapter 39 I want your life
Chapter 39 I want your life
"Snapped--"
The crisp sound of slapping echoed throughout the room, as if it had shattered Su Yanhua's souls.
Xing Jian looked at the motionless person in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smug smile.
"You're still so obedient."
Su Yanhua stared at Xing Jian with eyes wide open in disbelief, her heart filled with anger and humiliation. She had never thought that Xing Jian could be so shameless as to dare to spank her!
"Xingjian, I'm going to kill you!" She said gritting her teeth, with two flashes of anger in her eyes. She wished she could tear Xingjian into pieces and eat his bones immediately.
However, Xing Jian seemed unconcerned by her threats and instead smiled even more triumphantly. He clapped his hands lightly and carefully placed Su Yanhua on the bed, as if he had accomplished something insignificant.
Su Yanhua was so angry that she was shaking all over. She had never been insulted like this before, and Xing Jian had easily crossed her bottom line. At this moment, she just wanted Xing Jian to pay the price and let him taste the humiliation.
"Let me go!"
Seeing her murderous expression, how could Xing Jian let go?
"No, I let you go and you're going to hit me again!"
Su Yanhua intuitively felt that there was a ball of anger in her heart that she couldn't vent. She closed her eyes and tried her best to endure it. When she opened her eyes again, her emotions had stabilized a lot.
"Let me go first, and I promise not to hit you again."
Su Yanhua had never felt this way before. She clearly wanted to kill someone, but she suppressed her anger and made a deal with him. She had never been insulted like this since her rebirth.
If anyone dared to insult her, she would have torn that person into pieces. How could she possibly chat here calmly?
But she couldn't break free from the rope, and she felt deeply powerless without internal strength.
"Then you swear."
This person doesn't trust Su Yanhua enough, after all, this woman is cruel and ruthless.
Su Yanhua almost bit her teeth and said, "I swear, a gentleman's word is as good as gold."
Xing Jian was afraid that she would struggle too hard and the rope would hurt her, so he waved his hand and took the rope back.
Almost at the moment when her hands were freed, Su Yanhua clenched her fists and punched the man's handsome face. This time, she was filled with anger, and it was obvious that Su Yanhua was very angry.
"what!"
Xing Jian couldn't dodge in time and was hit in the face, crying out in pain.
This woman is still a kitten, her scratches are really painful!
Before he could react, a flying knife pierced straight into his chest. In an instant, his chest was soaked in blood, like a blooming red spider lily, enchanting and charming.
His energy and blood faded, and his face turned from red to white as if by magic, looking fragile.
The next moment, he was kicked out by Su Yanhua.
"If you insult me like this again, I will kill you."
The ruthless words echoed deeply in Xing Jian's ears.
Cui'er and Ling Er, who were standing outside the door, looked at Master Xing who was flying like a kite string, their faces turned pale with fear.
How could the two people who were chatting and laughing just now suddenly end up in this situation?
Ling Er said: "Young Master—"
Xing Jian's true energy had not yet recovered, and coupled with this knife attack, his face turned extremely pale.
"Su Yanhua, you just said a gentleman's word..."
Su Yanhua looked at him without any pity in her eyes.
"I'm not a gentleman."
Ling Er had never seen such an ungrateful and cruel woman. If it weren't for the young master's help last night, how could he have been hurt like this by her.
He was furious and wanted to go forward, but was stopped by the young master.
"Don't hurt her." The light words carried an irresistible command.
After receiving the order, Ling Er had to keep his position. He looked at the woman coldly and left with Xing Jian in his arms.
Xing Jian's thoughts returned to that perspective. He had seen Su Yanhua's cruelty, her gentleness, and even her ruthlessness. But the woman he saw that night was like a withered trumpet creeper, without any vitality, and her whole body was filled with death.
He was shocked to see the man lying in a pool of blood with his clothes torn and his skin covered with scars. He couldn't imagine under what circumstances she had killed this man.
The first time he met her, she stabbed Prince Mo cruelly. He found it really interesting at that time. There were rumors that Su Yanhua, the eldest daughter of the Su family, was in love with Mo Cerong. He thought that such rumors were totally unbelievable.
Xu had always felt some sympathy for Xu Qing, so he accepted Xu Qing's mission to protect her only daughter. When he heard the name Su Yanhua, he felt a sense of anticipation in his heart, and he wanted to know more secrets about this woman.
He changed his mind at the Hundred Flowers Banquet. He did not help Su Ruoxi. He just wanted to see how this woman would break the deadlock. She had a calm face and analyzed the whole situation carefully. When the handkerchief appeared from his body, he laughed. No one had ever dared to tease him like this. He thought she must be a chess master, and his fingers couldn't help but itch.
According to the secret guard's report, he knew that she had been looking for the truth about her mother's death. This matter seemed to be very important to her. It was the first time he saw her so out of control. It turned out that there was a warm candle in her heart, but this candle was extinguished.
Therefore, she maintained a high level of vigilance and guardedness towards everyone, as if building an impenetrable wall. Yet, he had once believed he still harbored some tenderness in her heart. But when the sharp knife mercilessly pierced his chest, he suddenly realized, as if awakening from a dream, that it was all just an illusion. Her heart was not only cold and ruthless, but also as hard as iron, devoid of any warmth. Deep down, she saw him as no different from the Mo Cerong she hated: both enemies she desired to eliminate as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, he curled his lips into a grim smile.
Suddenly, the trees became still and the wind stopped, the leaves rustled, and the atmosphere suddenly became dangerous.
Xing Jian's eyes turned cold in an instant, with murderous intent hidden in them.
With a "swish", an iron chain flew towards him against the biting cold wind.
Xing Jian dodged sideways, and a large group of assassins in black appeared, swaying on the branches and coming towards him. Just as he dodged the chains, arrows came from all directions.
"Sir, be careful—"
Xing Jian dodged the attack with a flash of his body, then swung his sword, sending a killer screaming and falling. His sword strikes were as fierce as a hurricane, and within moments, several killers fell to the ground.
However, the assassins continued to pour in, seemingly endlessly. Xing Jian gradually felt the pressure growing, but he did not flinch, and his swordsmanship became more and more ferocious.
Suddenly, an assassin took advantage of his unpreparedness and swung his knife towards Xing Jian's back. He sensed the danger, turned around, and stabbed the assassin in the chest with his sword.
He stared resolutely at his enemies, his hand tightly gripping an impenetrable sword. Suddenly, he swung the sword, raising it high above his head. With a powerful swing, it traced a dazzling arc through the air. Then, taking a deep breath, he channeled his inner strength and launched the sword towards the assassins. With lightning speed, the strike pierced the air with immense force and might.
If Su Yanhua were here, she would know that Xing Jian was still hiding his skills in front of her.
This powerful internal energy surged like a torrent, surging towards the black-clad assassins. They felt a tremendous pressure, as if they were about to collapse. Some tried to resist with weapons, but found their weapons were so fragile in the face of this internal energy that they were easily shattered. Others tried to dodge, but there was no way to escape the attack that followed them like a shadow.
Blood splattered on Xing Jian's face, and his eyes were filled with extreme coldness. At this moment, Xing Jian was like a devil who was taking lives, moving forward mercilessly step by step. With every step, they felt a strong sense of fear. This fear and pain made their faces pale and powerless, and the murderous look in their eyes disappeared as Xing Jian approached step by step.
This person is really scary!
All the men in black couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.