"What if I don't let go?" The man's tone was calmer, but maybe because it was too cold, his tone was a little trembling.
"Don't let me go? Humph, you'll die under the peonies and you'll be a coquettish ghost. I'll rape you first and then kill you. At worst, we'll both die together." Yi Shuihan threatened. Of course, it was just a threat. She had never thought about being buried with you.
When the man heard this, all his anger exploded at this moment. His blood-colored pupils were alluring and wild, and the red pattern had extended to his forehead, like a flawless body painting, and his whole body was exuding a cold air.
"Hey, who are you? Fu Hongchen?" Yi Shuihan shivered. It was very cold. She also felt a chill. Will his blood coagulate?
"It's too late for you to know now." A sinister voice sounded.[
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept across the room, and all the candles in the room went out, plunging them into darkness.
Yi Shuihan was startled. He was already a few meters away from the stone bed. He was holding the dagger tightly in his hand, and his whole body was alert and ready.
Gurgling, the sound of breaking free from the shackles of hands and feet, the sound of clothes being rubbed.
Yi Shuihan secretly knew something was wrong, there was no light at all, and she could only rely on hearing to identify it.
Suddenly, a gust of cold palm wind swept over him. Yi Shuihan narrowly dodged it, but unexpectedly hit the table with a thud, and the teacup fell to the ground with a shattering sound.
The sound immediately attracted an even fiercer attack from Fu Hongchen. He had already reached Yi Shuihan and pinched her neck with one hand.
Yi Shuihan felt a chill and tilted his head, narrowly avoiding Fu Hongchen's attack.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the two started fighting. The room was pitch dark, and they could only be distinguished by their voices. The wind of the palms passed by them, and their moves were fierce.
Yi Shuihan was secretly frightened. This Fu Hongchen was acting like crazy. His tactics were chaotic, his attacks were vicious and his moves were sharp. He wanted to tear her into pieces.
After more than a dozen moves, Yi Shuihan was clearly unable to resist. If she continued like this, she would definitely die in Fu Hongchen's hands.
With a clang, Yi Shuihan's mask was knocked off and fell to the ground and disappeared.
Suddenly, Fu Hongchen took a few steps back and stopped, looking at her face with a pair of blood-red eyes.
Yi Shuihan also stopped, not daring to move or even gasp. She felt a pair of eyes looking at her. She could not see anything in the pitch black. Could it be that Fu Hongchen could not see anything in such an environment?
Can you see that? That’s really scary.
With a sizzling sound, a candle was lit, several flames passed by, and all the candles were lit. In an instant, the room became bright again.
He was dressed in black and held a candle in his hand. The flickering candlelight made the patterns on his right side look particularly strange. He had loose black hair and his skin was abnormally white, without any blood, and had a slight bluish tint.
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Yi Shuihan gasped slightly. She saw him. He was like a wolf going crazy at night, especially those eyes, full of animality.
The two looked at each other, one was evil and cold, the other was bloodthirsty and demonic. A strange aura spread in the room, and the cold light was about to break out.
Fu Hongchen curled his lips coldly and pressed his hand on the candlestick. In an instant, hundreds of arrows shot out rapidly from the wall.
Yi Shuihan immediately jumped up, grabbed the roof beam with both hands, wrapped her feet around the roof beam, and avoided the rain of arrows. The hanging part of her robe was riddled with holes. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She almost became a
hedgehog.[
Fu Hongchen didn't give Yi Shuihan any time to think. He arrived in front of Yi Shuihan in the blink of an eye, and a pair of white and green claws pinched her neck again.