Chapter 86 No one can snatch my prey. "Kill me." An Wan begged.
Nalan Zhenhai shook his head, "No, I don't want you to die. I want you to live a life worse than death. Tomorrow, the king will send someone to bring Nan Xian's head to you. I want you to see yourself with your own eyes.
My son’s head, I want you to think about how many men you have slept with every day.”
"Devil, you devil!" An Wan scolded Nalan Zhenhai like crazy, with tears streaming down her cheeks. How could she have fallen in love with this devil in the first place, and how could she be so stupid as to give him her entire family's property?
Didn't he also fall in love with her slave and kill his own son?
An Wan's eyes were full of hatred, Nalan Zhenhai, I will never tell you in this life that you also have a daughter, a daughter born to Yin Qi when you were fighting for the country, but I threw it away, haha.
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In the uterus of the Crown Prince, in the dinner room, there was silence on the table. Nalan Zhijin, who had been fighting and quarreling before, also became quiet. Everyone was eating their meals honestly, and even the air was dull.
Qiao Shuang'er tapped Nalan Zhijin's bowl with her chopsticks, "The person who hurt you will be executed tomorrow, why aren't you happy?"
"How can I be happy?" Nalan Zhijin muttered, "I thought that my father would only kill Ge and his son, but I didn't expect that he would not even let the second brother go. Well, even if he is not my second brother, even if he is not my second brother,
He used to be very bad, but after all, I have called him second brother for seven years. No matter how much I hate him, I can't be happy now."
"Little thing, you are only seven years old this year, how come you can speak as soon as you land?" Qiao Shuang'er curled her lips, "You have been calling me second brother for seven years."
"You!" Nalanzhi said with great enthusiasm, "That's not the point."
"What is that?" Qiao Shuang'er looked curious.
"Miss Qiao, have you never had a relative leave you?" Yue Ya spoke, her eyes heavy with pain, "A relative who has been around all year round, even if there is no blood relationship. His departure will still make you painful, sad, and reluctant to leave."
Yueya recalled the scene where Lieyan jumped.
Nalan Zhenqi understood and held Yue Ya's hand on the table to show comfort. Yue Ya looked at Nalan Zhenqi and smiled lightly.
Qiao Shuang'er looked away and put down the bowl and chopsticks, "Everyone will die. When and how he dies, or who kills him, it is his life. What's the use of being sad? When the time comes, he will still leave, or else he will die.
Try your best to be kind to him, or kill the person who caused him harm. There is no use in caring about his heart."
"You are so cold-blooded," Nalan Zhijin couldn't help but say, "It's your relatives who left."
The sadness in Qiao Shuang'er's eyes only appeared for a second, "I have no relatives, so I don't feel it."
Nalan Zhenqi looked at Qiao Shuang'er in surprise. He caught the sadness in Qiao Shuang'er's eyes. For some reason, he could see it no matter who Qiao Shuang'er pretended to be. He could tell with just one glance that Qiao Shuang'er was pretending to be.
He knew everything Shuang'er was thinking, her emotions, and her joy, not intentionally but intuitively.
"Nalan Nanxian should die. It's no pity." Jing Yirong finally said, "But he is my prey. Nalan Zhenhai just wanted to execute them like this and steal my prey."
Nalan Qingyi was stunned, "What are you going to do?"
"Kill them." Jing Yirong answered directly, without even a moment's time to think.
"Master, this is not possible. Even if they are death row criminals, killing them privately is still a capital crime." Nalan Zhenqi said worriedly.
Jing Yirong raised his eyes, "Do you think Nalan Zhenhai can kill me?"
"My father has many troops, master, please don't take risks, okay?" Nalan Zhijin also looked worried.
Jing Yirong suddenly smiled, "You have been with me for so long, do you think I have ever been afraid of your father's power? Nalan Nanxian, Ge Jiangke, Ge Lei and An Wan, these are all people who have offended me.
, is the one I want to kill, and Nalan Zhenhai is not worthy of letting me leave his prey to him, they will all die in my hands."
"Yirong," Nalan Qingyi sighed, "I have always known that you don't take your father seriously at all, but now you will only get into trouble."
"Afraid that I will hurt you?" Jing Yirong looked at the people at the table, and then fixed his eyes on Nalan Qingyi, "You can divorce me now," then looked at Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin,
"We can also end the name of master and disciple."
"No." Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin refused in unison.
Nalan Qingyi straightened Jing Yirong's body and asked her to face him, "You know that's not what I meant? I'm not even afraid of dying for you. How could I be afraid that you would implicate me? If I kill them, it's really...
If you want to do something, I will no longer object."
"Jing Yirong, you are so blessed that you don't know your blessings," Yue Ya couldn't help but say, "You don't want to be a noble princess, but you want to kill prisoners. Are you addicted to killing?"
Jing Yirong's eyes slowly fell on Yue Ya, as cold as ice, "You can't stand me so much, do you need me to send you to see Lie Yan?"
Jing Yirong stood up and looked directly at Na Zhenqi, "One day you can only choose one between me and her."
Nalan Zhenqi was startled. He never thought that Nalan Zhenqi would say such a thing.
"Choose me." Qiao Shuang'er's crisp voice suddenly broke in, "Nalan Zhenqi, you choose me. If you choose me, you don't have to choose between your master and me."
Yueya glanced at everyone, turned around and left.
"Qiao Shuang'er!" Nalan Zhenqi glared at Qiao Shuang'er and hurriedly chased her out.
Qiao Shuang'er sat down innocently, "I didn't say anything."
"You've made Sister Yueya so angry that you haven't said anything yet." Nalan Zhijin shook his head, "Even if you like Brother Qi, you don't have to be so obvious."
"Am I obvious?" Qiao Shuang'er shrugged, put a piece of vegetable into Zhi Jin's bowl, "I'm only seven years old and don't know how to like your food."
"How rude," Nalanji muttered.
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhenqi running out chasing Yue Ya. She didn't understand why she said that just now, but she could feel the hatred towards her in Yue Ya. That was not Nalan
Zhenqi could resolve it, but his eyes fell on Qiao Shuang'er again. She had too many secrets, but she was probably more interested in Nalan Zhenqi than she liked her at the moment.
Nalan Qingyi silently looked at Jing Yirong's face. What she did every time would exceed his imagination. It should not be said that it exceeded Nalan Qingyi's imagination, but his real imagination.
His interest in Jing Yirong became more and more intense, and the more he realized that Jing Yirong's figure would sink into his heart. If Nalan Qingyi just liked her, he would think it was nothing, but now he can't tell the difference anymore
When are Nalan Qingyi's sweet words, and when are they what he wants to say.
The time for everyone to be executed was three quarters to noon. Jing Yirong was dressed in a pure white corset and held a long sword in his hand to enter the death row alone. He wore white clothes because he felt that the bright blood would be perfect with the pure white color.
"I won't kill you, so get away." Jing Yirong pointed his sword at the jailer guarding the prison.
The jailer hurriedly saluted, "Princess, we can't let you in. Please leave quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being rude."
Jing Yirong looked coldly, "I gave you a chance to escape. Since you don't want it, you can't blame me."
The jailer looked at each other, and the two of them stabbed Jing Yirong with their spears. Jing Yirong swung his sword away, and there were some blood marks on the jailer's face, and he fell down without even having time to scream.
Jing Yirong lifted up the hem of his clothes, put the bloody sword on it and wiped it, "I told you not to stop me."
The death row is a heavily guarded place. How could there be only two guards? However, because Jing Yirong drew his sword too quickly, the other guards were a little scared and did not dare to move forward.
"You are not my target. As long as you stay where you are and pretend not to see me, I don't have to kill you." This is what Jing Yirong often said to his subordinates when he went to assassinate the gang boss.
The guards really listened to Jing Yirong's words, took back their spears and stood upright.
Jing Yirong raised his eyebrows and walked forward. When Jing Yirong passed by the first row of guards, he suddenly heard a gust of wind behind him. Jing Yirong curled his lips, leaned back, and a spear passed through his head.
After passing by, Jing Yirong's hand holding the sword accurately stabbed the guard's chest, and the guard fell down with his pupils widened.
"It turns out that both modern and ancient subordinates are not good people." Jing Yirong waved his sword, "I've seen people who sneak attack from behind, kill them one by one, and others will die."
The guards retreated one after another, not wanting to come forward and die.
Jing Yirong walked to the cell door and cut off the iron lock with a knife. She couldn't help frowning when she walked into the cell. "Why are you so virtuous? Nalan Nanxian even tidied up his clothes before he died."
An Wan was lying on the ground covered in blood. When she heard some movement, she quickly raised her head and was a little surprised to find that the person coming was Jing Yirong.
"Have you seen Nan Xian? How is he? Is he still alive?"
"I was still alive before, but now I'm dead. I killed him with one sword, and pierced my heart with one sword." Jing Yirong told the truth.
There was no anger on An Wan's face, "Just die, just die."
"You don't hate me?" Jing Yirong was puzzled.
An Wan smiled bitterly, "The person I hate most is Nalan Zhenhai, not you. Even if you don't kill Nan Xian, he will be beheaded by Nalan Zhenhai. Between you and Nalan Zhenhai, I would rather choose you. You are now
Are you here to kill me? I have been prepared for a long time."
"I came to kill you, but now death seems to be a kind of relief for you, so before you are freed, I will tell you one more thing." Jing Yirong looked indifferent, "Nalan Nanxian is dying.
Let me tell you something before, he said he hates you, and even if he goes to hell, he doesn’t want to walk on the same road as you."
An Wan was stunned, pain filled her entire eyeballs, her dry lips were bitten tightly in her mouth, causing blood to flow out. She stared at Jing Yirong, "So you are just like Nalan Zhenhai! You two
They are all cruel and heartless. People like you don't deserve love at all. Jing Yirong, you will be like Nalan Zhenhai, and you will both lose the person you love most."
"Thank you," Jing Yi said calmly, "I don't love anyone at all, so it doesn't matter who I lose."
An Wan stared at Jing Yirong with hatred and shouted angrily, "Jing Yirong, do you think Nalan Zhenhai really loves you? Do you think he will really pass the throne to Nalan Zhenhai?"
Lan Qingyi? He is using you! From the beginning to the end, he never thought about letting Nalan Qingyi become the king. He just used you to eradicate us, and he will find an opportunity to eradicate you in the future. But I believe
This opportunity has come. If you kill the prisoner on death row, he will definitely hold on to this. Jing Yirong, I will be waiting for news about you in hell!"