Chapter 634 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (53)

"After so many years of peaceful life, have you forgotten the blood feud on your body? Are you worthy of your deceased old master?"

Wen Xian glanced at him lightly.

Nothing was said.

The man in black hunched over and knelt down slowly, "My lord, you have the blood of the Wen family flowing in your body. The old thief of the Ji family has usurped the throne. You must remember that in front of the old master, you swore an oath to seek blood." The enemy's blade!"

"Now that Ji's old thief is dead, her daughter Ji Lan will naturally shoulder the debt."

When the man in black mentioned the word Ji Lan, Wen Xian's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Even if it's just a name.

Wen Xian could clearly feel his heartbeat skipping a beat, and his heart was filled with dense pain.

Ji Lan.

The man in black continued: "Lord, we have been planning secretly for so many years. Now as long as you give the order, we can still compete with this dog emperor, and we are at least 50% sure of winning."

Wen Xian's face now gained some popularity and liveliness. He frowned delicately and said almost word for word, "Don't act rashly."

The old man in black stared straight at Wen Xian, and suddenly, he let out a series of weird and hoarse laughs.

"My Lord, this old slave never thought that you would be tempted by your enemy's daughter, so much so that you would want to give up our grand plan for so many years?"

"A complete defeat, a complete defeat!"

The laughter of the man in black was desolate and crazy.

Wen Xian closed his eyes and lightly opened his lips: "Let's go."

The man in black's laughter gradually stopped, and an unknown look flashed across his eyes, "My lord, please think about it again. This old slave has resigned first... The people in the Ji family are not good people. My lord, please don't It’s too deep.”

What he said was that he really cared about Wen Xian.

People in the Ji family are famous for being ruthless.

When the man in black left, Wen Xian bent down in pain, covering his chest with his slender white hands, his bloodless lips trembled, and a trace of blood gradually overflowed from the corner of his lips.

Is it unkind?

He already knew it.

But what could he do if he knew it? If he could control his emotions, would he still end up like this?

…

Since first meeting her.

He just knew it.

He wanted to destroy her, possess everything about her, and dirty her body.

Let her only be with him for the rest of her life.

Such turbulent dark desires, the devil in my heart screaming at the top of his lungs, cannot be ignored at all.

What kind of blood feud, what kind of mission.

He doesn't want to care about anything.

He just wants to possess her for the rest of his life.

...Any words of tolerance and generosity I said before were all nonsense that went against my will.

She smiles at others.

He was going crazy with jealousy.

His possessiveness towards her has become so strong.

The rain beat down on her.

He was jealous.

…

Wen Xian had complained before about why she was Ji Lan, why she was Ji Lan, and why she was that person's daughter.

Now he was thinking.

Why is he Wen Xian?

I have never hated the blood flowing in my bones so much.

The man's long, satin-like hair was hanging down his back. His fingertips covered his lips, and bright red blood leaked from between his fingers.

Wen Xian's eyes were a little dazed.

He even thought about it.

It would be better if he died like this.

Suddenly, there was a sound of familiar footsteps outside the cell. It was neither urgent nor slow, and very regular. If you listen carefully, you will find that the frequency of each step is almost exactly the same.

Wen Xian reluctantly raised his eyes.

He smiled lightly and said, "Ji Lan."

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