Infuriated to the Point of Discarding all Rational Thoughts (5)

To comply with him, to obey him, it seemed to have already become intuitive. An instinct, so natural that it seemed have been carved into one's flesh and blood.

To resist His Highness Prince Jin required a great deal of courage.

Ling Feng bit his lip. Furious, he closed his mouth and stood aside.

Since ancient times, beautiful women have been the source of numerous calamities! The ancients were right in this regard, they didn't deceive me! Lin Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and both of his hands were clenched into fists. With his eyes as cold as ice, he heartlessly stared at Su Luo.

Nangong Liuyun stuffed the dagger into Su Luo's hand, his laugh which was like a soft cloud and a gentle wind in the clear sky, it was also flirtatious and threatening. His finger pointed at his own chest, and he softly coaxed her: "Come, stab here, stabbing here will let you vent your anger. Be obedient."

His facial expression was unperturbed and lacked any emotion. His hands unyieldingly detained Su Luo's hand, not allowing any room for resistance.

Su Luo was both scared and angry, and involuntarily cried out. "Nangong Liuyun, enough! Seriously enough! Quickly stay your hands!"

Nangong Liuyun, with a deathly tight grip, held her hand. The corner of his mouth rose as he laughed in a flirtatious and enticing manner, tranquil and intoxicating like the cherry blossoms in March. He wouldn't let her refuse, gripping the wrist of her hand that held the dagger, the blade tip was directed towards his own heart.

"You know, when I, Nangong Liuyun, do things, there has never been a person who would dare utter half a sentence of criticism, and I have also never cared about other people's opinions. However, you, Su Luo, are an exception." Nangong gripped her hand securely, his eyes gave off an ice-cold aura, "You can retaliate. Come. Come, vent your anger."

Nangong Liuyun's pitch-black eyes stared at her, looking deep into her eyes. He took her hands, with the dagger blade tip aimed towards his own heart, and positioned it at the most fatal point.

No matter how high your martial skill was, the heart was always the the most fatal location. With one knife stab at it, even the most powerful martial arts expert will die.

He tightly clutched her hand. His demeanor was calm, his expression blank, drawing nearer bit by bit. He was very overbearing, forcing her to kill him.

Su Luo repeatedly shook her head, and she did everything to pry away her hands from his hold. She was mouthing I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I treated you badly, I'm sorry… Su Luo's heart repeated these 'I'm sorry's' ten thousand times, but she was unable to speak a single word.

However, Nangong Liuyun turned a deaf ear, and just laughed indifferently. His smile was like the fireworks in March, gorgeous yet lonely.

The depths of his eyes were clearly laughing, but his pupils outwardly showed incomparable indifference.

He caressed Su Luo's face, calling her name. "I, Nangong Liuyun, have never been sincere towards anyone, except for you…"

After barely finished speaking, his eyes flashed with a ruthless light. He strongly pressed down on her hands and thrust towards his own chest!

Tears suddenly rushed out of Su Luo's eyes with a -sob- sound.

This person was really a demon!

Being ruthless to others was one thing, but he was actually also so heartless to himself!

At the last moment, Su Luo used all her strength to make the thrusting dagger slant sideways. It stabbed towards an indentation on his shoulder where his collarbone was, barely avoiding the fatal location of his heart.

She watched him collapse and saw he was close to being suffocated. It seemed as if he didn't even have the strength to keep his eyelids open, yet he was still using his deep and intense eyes to unblinkingly stare at her while smiling.

Su Luo tightly clenched her fist; in a flash, she understood.

Nangong Liuyun was using his life to scheme against her, little by little pressing harder, constantly trapping her!

He was taking a gamble!

He was betting that at the last crucial moment, she would force him to avoid the fatal point. He was betting that she, Su Luo, could not bear to see him die. He was betting that she, Su Luo, actually had a thread of affection toward him!

He was this kind of man. His heart was scheming, sophistically shrewd, and calculative. He also had formidable power as well as endless capital. The type of man that he was, even if he gave a certain woman an opportunity, she would never be able to escape.

He said that she was an exception.

Could it be that even after so many years, she was the only one who had been given this choice?

In Su Luo's mind, suddenly lightly floated the image of that simple and neat beautiful woman who could overturn a country.

Could it be that he never gave the Jade Lake's Fairy a chance?