Chapter 55
Leng Wuling's movements were so fast that Ye Qingchen had no time to dodge, and Leng Wuling stabbed a big hole in the painting in his hand, and the stabbing was so perfect that the face on the portrait was just right. It was stabbed.

He glanced at Leng Wuling in astonishment, and then turned his gaze to the portrait. Looking at the stabbed portrait, his heart felt inexplicable pain.

This is a portrait that he can't live without day and night, and it was destroyed by Leng Wuling just like that.

Holding the stabbed portrait in both hands, Ye Qingchen's eyes were full of reluctance.

"Why are you so cruel? Is your heart really harder than anything else?" He is a man. Although killing people is common, but Leng Wuling's portrait is rotten, and his heart is still softened.

The one painted on it was herself. Could it be that she could remain indifferent if she was stabbed to death?Leng Wuling, you hateful woman!

Leng Wuling snorted coldly, completely dismissive.

After Ye Qingchen said this, Leng Wuling was about to stab again, but this time, he failed to stab the portrait, and Ye Qingchen successfully removed the portrait.

Although it was moved away, the sword in Leng Wuling's hand still pierced something.

What she stabbed was not her portrait, but his chest.

Although the stabbing was not deep, it still hurt Ye Qingchen, not only his body, but also his heart.

Seeing that Ye Qingchen was injured by Leng Wuling, Ye Qingchen's subordinates surrounded Leng Wuling one after another, and only two of them were left beside Ye Qingchen to support Ye Qingchen.

"Do you want to rebel? Leave me alone." Ye Qingchen ordered.

The opponent was Leng Wuling, no matter what Leng Wuling did to him, he would never fight back.

Helpless, everyone could only put away the swords in their hands, and stood behind Ye Qingchen one by one.

"Kill me and give my heart to your emperor, why don't you kill me?" She knew that if Ye Qingchen went all out, together with the dozen or so people under him, he would kill Leng Wuling It is not impossible.

But why didn't he kill her?Why not take her heart to the emperor?
"Wu Ling, I won't kill you. Asking me to kill you is more cruel than killing myself. I can't do it." He couldn't even do a small thing that hurt her. Not to mention killing her.

Wouldn't it be a fantasy for him to kill her?

"If you don't kill me, then one day, you will die by my hands." She can guarantee that she will not kill him for a while, but she cannot guarantee that she will never kill him for the rest of her life.

It wasn't long before she stabbed him twice, even if the stabs weren't deep, she still stabbed him. There was always one time when she would stab his vitals and kill him.

"Being able to die by your hands is the blessing that I, Ye Qingchen, cultivated in my previous life." He said each word with such force.

Holding the portrait in his own hand, blood stains flowed from his chest, but Ye Qingchen ignored it.

The stabbing was not deep, only one or two centimeters. It is normal to bleed a little, and it is impossible to die.

Leng Wuling twisted her beautiful eyes, snorted coldly, turned around, and took a step forward. In this case, she has nothing to say.

She wanted to leave, she didn't want to see Ye Qingchen, this hateful man again.

(End of this chapter)

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