Wang Zide screamed and fainted from the pain. Chu Hanxing squatted down, lifted the collar at the back of his neck, straightened up, and slowly dragged Wang Zide out of the room as if dragging a dead dog.

Zhao Ming glanced at it. The life data showed sixty-five. The full value was one hundred, which was the passing mark and he could not die.

After thinking about it, he followed quietly without speaking.

Zhou Chen was excitedly waiting next to the fake jade pendant, waiting for Chu Hanxing to knock on the door.

There was a loud bang, which made his heart skip a beat. He opened his mouth to curse, but when he turned around and saw the scene at the door, he was stunned.

Wang Zide was covered in blood and was dragged by Chu Hanxing with one hand. The ground was covered with bright red blood, like a crime scene.

Chu Hanxing was facing the light, so he couldn't see her expression clearly, but the frightening coldness hit her face, making Zhou Chen couldn't help but hold his breath, and his heart seemed to have stopped beating.

His legs began to tremble, his palms broke into cold sweat, and every cell in his body was screaming to run. He thought he was following the instructions of his brain and was escaping.

But when Chu Hanxing approached him step by step like a god of death, he realized that his body had long been so stiff that he was out of control.

It was as if he was standing in the middle of the road and a truck was speeding towards him. He knew he should run, but he could only tremble all over and stand motionless, waiting for death to come.

Chu Hanxing looked at him condescendingly, Zhou Chen swallowed hard, his legs softened, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

Zhou Chen begged: "Please don't kill me! I was wrong! It was all Wen Tian who asked me to do this!"

Chu Hanxing didn't speak, and Zhou Chen was panicking. Wang Zide was so powerful that she was driving him to death. How could he save his life if he didn't know anything?

Thinking of this, he trembled and hugged Chu Hanxing's feet to beg her to forgive him, but she kicked him away. Zhou Chen quickly knelt down and began to kowtow to beg for mercy.

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have been wishful thinking. I am a toad who wants to eat swan meat. I am a beast. I am not as good as a pig or a dog. I am despicable and shameless. Please, let me go!"

Zhou Chen kowtowed one after another, making loud noises, and his tears and nose were mixed together, making it difficult to watch directly.

Chu Hanxing lowered his eyes, chanted a curse, walked around him, took a step, and came to where Wen Tian was.

Zhou Chen continued to kowtow until he saw from the corner of his eye that the figure was gone. The kowtow movement slowed down and he looked around. After discovering that Chu Hanxing was indeed gone, he relaxed instantly and patted his chest as if he had survived the disaster.

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Wen Tian changed into her evening dress in a good mood. Tonight, there was a charity dinner, and she was going to attend the banquet as Feng Ran's female companion.

As for Feng Qi, she had already figured out how to deal with him. Anyway, Chu Hanxing couldn't afford to make trouble now, let alone tonight.

She sat in front of the mirror, imagining how Chu Hanxing would find herself lying on Zhou Chen's bed with traces of her body the next morning, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Why are you laughing? You are so happy."

Wen Tian suddenly looked up and saw the figure in the mirror, and all the blood in her body froze.

She turned her head suddenly, holding the dressing table with her hands, her heart pounding.

"Chu Hanxing? Why are you here? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you..."

"What?"

Chu Hanxing took a step forward, Wen Tian's eyes moved down, and then she saw Wang Zide breathing weakly on the ground. Her heart skipped a beat and she looked up in disbelief.

Chu Hanxing still had that indifferent look on his face, with a faint smile on his lips. It was the same as usual, no different.

Wen Tian couldn't help but become nervous. For some reason, she felt that Chu Hanxing was scary like this.

Her hands were gripping the edge of the dressing table, her fingertips turning white from excessive exertion.

Wen Tian moved her lips, wanting to say something, but Chu Hanxing let go of Wang Zide, and in a flash, the hand that had just held Wang Zide pinched her neck.

Wen Tian's pupils shrank. Perhaps it was because the evening dress was too tight, but she soon couldn't breathe and her lungs began to lack oxygen.

"Cough...cough, let go, let go...I, Chu, are you...crazy..."

Chu Hanxing chuckled, pinched the back of her neck, and slowly raised his hand.

Wen Tian's feet left the ground, and her mind was in chaos. The only thought she had was that Chu Hanxing really wanted to kill her!

No, she can't die, why should she die? It's Chu Hanxing who deserves the death!

The fox on her body suddenly grew larger, and bursts of thunder began to sound in the sky.

Wen Tian's face turned purple and her eyes were red. Her feet kept shaking, trying to break free from Chu Hanxing's shackles.

Tiny lightning bolts struck Chu Hanxing through the fox, one after another without any pause.

Chu Hanxing's expression was indifferent, he didn't even frown, and he still didn't let go.

Zhao Ming looked up at the sky, looked away, and sighed at Chu Hanxing, "She is about to die."

Wen Tian began to roll his eyes and lowered his hands feebly. The fox continued to lead the sky thunder to attack Chu Hanxing.

The pain caused by the force of thunder whipping the whole body is no less than that of mountains of swords, seas of fire and hell. The physical pain is irrelevant, it is the pain that directly hits the soul, twisting and tearing it.

Chu Hanxing groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from his lips. The Dantian that had not been repaired before cracked again, a large amount of spiritual energy escaped, and his cultivation level dropped by one level.

Zhao Ming was a little anxious: "Let go! Are you dying?!"

If this continues, her meridians will be severed, her Dantian will be completely destroyed, and her soul will be cast into the endless hell by the law of heaven.

Wen Tian heard her heart gradually sinking and stopped beating. Her eyesight turned black, and all the organs in her body seemed to be shutting down. Just when she thought she was about to die, the hand clasping her neck suddenly loosened.

Large swaths of fresh air rushed into her lungs. Wen Tian coughed and breathed heavily. Her eyes were red and her makeup was stained by the cough, but at least her heart resumed beating.

She looked up with red eyes, filled with tears, but her strong hatred did not diminish at all.

Chu Hanxing lowered his eyes and wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.

Her voice was as indifferent as ever, "Wen Tian, ​​I don't owe you anything.

Don't think that you have been hurt, so you can use this as an excuse to unscrupulously inflict the same harm on others.

I can put myself in your shoes and turn a blind eye to all the little moves you make behind your back, but people have their own bottom line."

Chu Hanxing slowly knelt down and faced her hatred.

“How does it feel to be near death?

Fear? Pain? Despair?

Do you know that what you arranged for Zhou Chen to do is more frightening, painful and desperate for a woman who has no ability to resist?"

Wen Tian gritted his teeth and stared at her.

Chu Hanxing's eyes were indifferent, "You know how painful it is, you are a woman, you know how to insert the knife in the right position, and how to stab it more painfully.

You treat a woman with the utmost malice.

Wen Tian, ​​this confuses me."

Wen Tian's heart skipped a beat, her eyes turned scarlet as she stared at Chu Hanxing, her fingers dug into her palms, and finally she closed her eyes in resignation.

Chu Hanxing looked at the scene in her consciousness and closed her eyes.

"Wen Tian, ​​if you don't want to die, don't provoke me."


Chapter completed!