"Say it."

Qin Ye stood up, "I said, out of curiosity, I sneaked up to take a look when no one was around. Then I accidentally broke in here, and then the door closed strangely, locking me in here. Do you believe it?"

"Believe it, why don't you believe it?" Lin Jiuniang smiled fakely, "It's just a coincidence."

"I think it's a coincidence," Qin Ye nodded and walked towards her aggrievedly:

"Sister, why are you doing this in your study?

If you didn't come to me, I almost thought I was going to be trapped and die here. Wow, it's so scary. You..."

But the next second, a sword was placed across his neck.

There was still blood on the sword.

Lin Jiuniang tilted her head with an evil look on her face:

"Do you know whose blood the blood on this sword belongs to?"

Qin Ye's eyes flashed with darkness.

Then he looked innocent:

"Sister, do you want to be so scary?

Sister, why don’t you move the sword away first?”

With that said, he started to take away the sword.

But as soon as he moved away, Lin Jiuniang put the sword on his neck again and chuckled:

"Zhang Songshu's."

He shook his head again and said, "That's not right."

"Not only his, but also Zhang Songshu's other accomplices."

As she spoke, Lin Jiuniang moved her head closer to him and lowered her voice:

"They were all beheaded by my sword. Along with the blood, their heads rolled on the ground..."

As he said that, he took a few steps back with a chuckle.

Qin Ye became cold.

Heart, one beat.

So cruel.

Seven people, kill them if you ask!

Lin Jiuniang smiled extremely coquettishly, "Are you afraid?"

"Afraid," Qin Ye nodded, "Sister, you are trying to scare me, right? Sister is not that kind of person."

Lin Jiuniang seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Was she trying to scare her?

Hand, exert a gentle force.

The sword blade cut his neck, and blood suddenly came out

Lin Jiuniang had an evil look on her face and swept the corner of her mouth with her tongue, "Does it hurt?"

Qin Ye was stunned. She had murderous intent. She really wanted to kill herself.

He reached out and touched his neck. When he saw the blood on his palm, his eyes instantly turned red. A bloodthirsty impulse arose in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it.

"pain."

Qin Ye nodded.

Lin Jiuniang smiled.

The sword in his hand fell, "It hurts, that's right.

Because, next, you will be in more pain."

Then, make room:
Chapter completed!