After so many years of stable life, have you forgotten the blood feud on your body, are you worthy of the old master who passed away? ”

Wen Xian glanced at him lightly.

Didn't say anything.

The man in black leaned down and knelt down slowly, "Lord, you have the blood of the Wen clan in your body, and the old thief of the Ji clan usurped the throne, you must remember that in front of the old master, you made an oath to bloody the enemy!" ”

"Now that the old thief of the Ji family is dead, this debt will naturally be borne by her daughter Ji Lan."

When the man in black mentioned the word Ji Lan, Wen Xian's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Even if it's just a name.

Wen Xian could clearly feel his heartbeat skipping a beat, and his heart was filled with dense pain.

Ji Lan.

The man in black continued: "Lord, we have been secretly planning for so many years, and now as long as you give an order, we still have a fighting power with this dog emperor, and at least fifty percent of them are sure to win." ”

Wen Xian's face became a little more popular, a little more vivid, he frowned delicately, and said almost word by word, "Don't act rashly." ”

The old eyes of the man in black stared at Wen Xian, and suddenly, he let out a series of strange and hoarse laughs.

"Lord, the old slave never thought that you would be so tempted by the enemy's daughter that you would want to give up our plans for so many years?"

"A defeat, a failure!"

The laughter of the man in black was desolate and frenzied.

Wen Xian closed his eyes and opened his lips lightly: "You go." ”

The black-clothed man's laughter gradually stopped, and an uncertain look crossed his eyes, "Lord, think about it again, the old slave retired first...... The people of the Ji family are not good things, so don't fall too deep into the lord. ”

He really cared about Wen Xian when he said this.

The people of the Ji family are well-known for their affection.

When the man in black left, Wen Xian bent down in some pain, his slender white hand covered his chest, his blood-colored lips trembled, and the corners of his lips gradually overflowed with a trace of blood.

Is it unkind?

He already knew.

But what if he knows, if his feelings can be controlled, will he end up where he is today?

……

Since the first time I met her.

He knew it.

He wanted to ruin her and take possession of everything she had.

Let her only be with him for the rest of her life.

Such a surging and tumbling dark desire, the demon in the bottom of my heart screamed hoarsely, and I couldn't ignore it at all.

What a blood feud, what a mission.

He didn't want to care about anything.

He just wanted to have her for the rest of his life.

…… Whatever forgiving and generous words I said before were nonsense against my will.

She smiled at others.

He was going crazy with jealousy.

How possessive is she already?

Even the rain slapped on her.

He was jealous.

……

Wen Xian once complained about why she was Ji Lan, why she was Ji Lan, and why she was that person's daughter.

Now he's thinking.

Why is he smelling strings?

I've never hated the blood that runs in my bones like this.

The man's long, satin-like hair hung down on his back, his fingertips covering his lips, and bright red blood leaking from his fingers.

Wen Xian's eyes were in a trance.

He even thought.

It would be better if he died like this.

Outside the cell, there was a sudden sound of familiar footsteps, not hurried, very regular, and if you listened carefully, the frequency of each footstep was almost exactly the same.

Wen Xian barely raised his eyes.

smiled faintly and said, "Ji Lan." ”