Chapter 9: Will the King Be a Tyrant?
Nanyan let out a low cry in horror, and at this moment, Zhu Feng suddenly stretched out his hand, stretched out his long arms, grabbed the cloak on her body, and pulled her back violently.
Nanyan fell on top of him all of a sudden, but she felt that this man's chest was as hard as a rock, and she seemed to have hit a piece of cold ice, and when she raised her head, she met his dark eyes, like a bottomless deep pool.
That cold gaze made Nan Yan shudder.
But Zhu Feng stared at her and said in a deep voice: "You say, this king will be a tyrant?" ”
“……”
"You say this king is a tyrant!"
“……”
"Will this king be a tyrant?"
His hand grabbed the cloak on her chest, only a short distance from her neck, Nanyan had the illusion that he was choking her neck, not only could she not open her mouth, but she couldn't even continue to breathe.
She struggled, "Your Highness." ”
Zhu Feng's bottomless cold pool-like eyes were still staring at her tightly, but in that cold pool, there seemed to be a faint and almost invisible flame, faintly burning.
He repeated: "Will this king be a tyrant?" ”
He seems to be particularly concerned about this issue.
A flash of light flashed in Nanyan's chaotic mind, and in the moments when she was almost suffocated, she finally struggled and said, "Whether Your Highness will be a tyrant depends on what Your Highness does. ”
“……”
"If Your Highness thinks I'm wrong, it's okay to kill me."
“……”
"But the notoriety of a tyrant, no matter how many people you kill, you can't get rid of it!"
After saying this, she looked at King Yan with some trembling.
In fact, before she finished speaking, she knew that she had "said the wrong thing", just now Li Xuanzhi didn't even dare to resist at all, just obeyed his will, and he was killed by him, and he said these words, it was not enough to die a hundred times.
She slowly closed her eyes, almost desperate, waiting for the knife to fall.
However, the expected knife did not come for a long time, but she felt that the hand was slowly loosened, and the shirt around her neck was slowly loosened, Nanyan trembled, and slowly opened her eyes.
Those dark and deep eyes looked at her without blinking.
I don't know if it was because of such a compelling gaze that made people breathless, or if he let go of himself, Nanyan only felt that his chest suddenly relaxed, and a large breath of cold air poured in, and he immediately coughed.
This cough was a little unstoppable, she couldn't straighten her waist, her cheeks were red, and it took a while to barely calm the suffocation in her chest, and then she raised her head and met Zhu Feng's cold eyes.
He said, "Well, this king wants to see if what you say is true." ”
Without looking back, he commanded, "Drag these people down and lock them up." ”
Those guards were also a little dumbfounded, they didn't expect His Highness to really spare them, but they didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly escorted these people who were already frightened to go back.
As soon as they turned around, they heard a chuckle in the night.
"Interesting, interesting."