"...I said, I'm going to kill you." Yan Junqing looked at him, coughing softly, a thread of weakness appeared on his pale face, his fingers in his wide sleeves trembled lightly, and the wound on his arms was sore like a tear-out pain.

Ling Zhexiao was so shocked when he saw Yan Junqing at first sight that he forgot that he had been in love with him for the rest of his life that the man was the only wise man in the world. How handsome was Ling Qingyu back then? He was so famous that he was as famous as Lanzhi Yushu. His skill was unpredictable. A phoenix zither and a warm jade fan could kill Qianli in an instant - he was never a weak man.

Even when he was under house arrest, his martial arts were stolen, and his hands and feet were tied up, he still escaped. As long as he thought, there was nothing in the world that he could not do... There was no death in the world that he could not figure out... Peace negotiations were just his guise, and goodbye was just the first step in his plan.

So, is his real purpose of leaking fluid...kill himself?

Ling Zhexiao looked at the weak man in front of him, and suddenly a thunder exploded in his mind. He said in a cold voice and slowly asked, "Does your brother really want to kill me?"

The answer to him was Yan Junqing's closed eyes.

Yes, he wants to kill Ling Zhexiao.

For Ye Jiangxue, he had to do this. He had lost Qingya and could never afford to lose again... Jiangxue could not hurt anyone. If he had to decide whether to win or lose, he would have to do this even if he was stained with the blood of his relatives!

Ling Zhexiao covered his heart, and blood tumbling up, and another mouthful of blood rushed into his throat, but he suppressed it back with his internal force. Thinking about every clip since Yan Junqing came in, how did he hurt himself like this?

He quickly recalled the scenes just now, and suddenly his whole body shook, his eyes suddenly looked at Yan Junqing's still bleeding arms, and hissed: "You poison me!"

The roar was low, but the answer that had blurted out was that he didn't even believe it.

The emperor's brother is open and honest and never does such dark and weird things... Besides, how could there be poison in his blood?

However, Yan Junqing nodded and looked back at him silently, his phoenix eyes were calm and full of sadness - he could never look back from the moment he drank his own blood.

"Why?" He looked at Yan Junqing and asked stiffly.

"I can't let you hurt her." Yan Junqing looked at him quietly, "You Long Yan was angry and subverted half of the country. This killing could not have happened... I gave you a chance, but you refused to give up... Then, let's die together, Zhexiao, you want me so much, now I will stand here, kill me, or I can commit suicide... This is the price I should pay for killing my relatives. I poison you, just like you kill Qingya, it's no different..."

The night wind outside blew open the curtains unscrupulously, and the candlelight in the palace tent swayed, and it was light and dark. Yan Junqing stood under a high lamp and said those desperate and painful words lightly. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, projecting the vast darkness under the eyes.

Ling Zhexiao was calm.

Wipe off the black blood at the corner of his lips and smiled calmly, "Brother, I won't kill you, nor will I let you commit suicide, so how can I make you die? Death is the relief for you, how can I let you die? Well? No, brother, I won't let you die, I want you to look at me, look at me, I vomit blood in pain, how did I die in despair... Brother, I love you so much, and give you everything, but you... want to kill me... for a woman... "...I said, I want to kill you." Yan Junqing looked at him, coughing softly, a thread of weakness appeared on his pale face, fingers in his wide sleeves trembled, and the wounds on his arms were torn and pain.

Ling Zhexiao was so shocked when he saw Yan Junqing at first sight that he forgot that he had been in love with him for the rest of his life that the man was the only wise man in the world. How handsome was Ling Qingyu back then? He was so famous that he was as famous as Lanzhi Yushu. His skill was unpredictable. A phoenix zither and a warm jade fan could kill Qianli in an instant - he was never a weak man.

Even when he was under house arrest, his martial arts were stolen, and his hands and feet were tied up, he still escaped. As long as he thought, there was nothing in the world that he could not do... There was no death in the world that he could not figure out... Peace negotiations were just his guise, and goodbye was just the first step in his plan.

So, is his real purpose of leaking fluid...kill himself?

Ling Zhexiao looked at the weak man in front of him, and suddenly a thunder exploded in his mind. He said in a cold voice and slowly asked, "Does your brother really want to kill me?"

The answer to him was Yan Junqing's closed eyes.

Yes, he wants to kill Ling Zhexiao.

For Ye Jiangxue, he had to do this. He had lost Qingya and could never afford to lose again... Jiangxue could not hurt anyone. If he had to decide whether to win or lose, he would have to do this even if he was stained with the blood of his relatives!

Ling Zhexiao covered his heart, and blood tumbling up, and another mouthful of blood rushed into his throat, but he suppressed it back with his internal force. Thinking about every clip since Yan Junqing came in, how did he hurt himself like this?

He quickly recalled the scenes just now, and suddenly his whole body shook, his eyes suddenly looked at Yan Junqing's still bleeding arms, and hissed: "You poison me!"

The roar was low, but the answer that had blurted out was that he didn't even believe it.

The emperor's brother is open and honest and never does such dark and weird things... Besides, how could there be poison in his blood?

However, Yan Junqing nodded and looked back at him silently, his phoenix eyes were calm and full of sadness - he could never look back from the moment he drank his own blood.

"Why?" He looked at Yan Junqing and asked stiffly.

"I can't let you hurt her." Yan Junqing looked at him quietly, "You Long Yan was angry and subverted half of the country. This killing could not have happened... I gave you a chance, but you refused to give up... Then, let's die together, Zhexiao, you want me so much, now I will stand here, kill me, or I can commit suicide... This is the price I should pay for killing my relatives. I poison you, just like you kill Qingya, it's no different..."

The night wind outside blew open the curtains unscrupulously, and the candlelight in the palace tent swayed, and it was light and dark. Yan Junqing stood under a high lamp and said those desperate and painful words lightly. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, projecting the vast darkness under the eyes.

Ling Zhexiao was calm.
Chapter completed!