With a "chi" sound, the dagger had already cut through the emperor's clothes, and the sword edge was buried in the flesh. The dull feeling that penetrated the skin texture made her hands stagnate, and her desperate madness faded away in an instant. After a slight hesitation, the other hands were already on her hands, and she moved the sword forward. The sword light flashed suddenly and almost disappeared into his body. She raised her eyes in disbelief. The mutton-fat white jade ring finger reflected the blood-red gemstone on the sword, as if it was so stubborn and desperate. The bright yellow brocade has complicated cloud patterns, and the ferocious dragons hovering on the windings finally slowly oozed red. She slowly raised her head and opened her mouth, unable to speak. After a long while, she finally muttered: "Why?"
His face was extremely pale due to blood loss, and even his lips had lost the last bit of blood. However, his eyes were as heavy as a deep pool, unable to see to the bottom. He seemed to smile slightly, still looking down on the world with arrogance. He released his hand from the dagger and gently caressed her face. The thin calluses on his fingertips brushed against her face, bringing with it an alarming coldness. She only felt infinitely miserable, looking at him and repeating in a low voice like a dream: "Why?"
Blood finally spurted out, and she frantically pressed on his wound. Her tentacles were cold and sticky. He held her hand and said carefully: "What you want is just my life - even in this world, if you want it, I can give it to you. What's more, what you want is just my life."
This article was inspired by the introduction of the gangster's old trap "Good Times", but the content is not related~~~