too affectionate

Chapter 520

Just when Wanyan thought that Heng Li was finally leaving and breathed a sigh of relief, Heng Li actually took out her own dagger from her waist and pressed the tip of the dagger directly to her chest.

"let go."

Heng Li still said these two words, her voice calmed down a bit, but there was a naked threat in her eyes.

"Don't you want to stab me? If you don't let go, I'll do it myself."

Although that location is not the heart, the stabbing is not enough to be fatal, but it is enough for half life.

Wanyan panicked when she saw it, and shouted angrily, "Heng Li, are you sick? Put down the dagger!"

This was the first time in Heng Li's life that he was scolded for being sick, but Heng Li's expression didn't fluctuate at all, and he said without any retreat: "Let go of your hands."

While speaking, Heng Li already exerted force on his wrist, pushing the dagger into his chest.

In an instant, blood stains smeared on the clothes in circles.

However, Heng Li didn't stop at all, and continued to exert force, as if Wanyan didn't let go, and he could pierce herself.

"Okay!! I let go, I let go!"

Wanyan panicked and shouted out quickly.

"Okay." Heng Li regained his composure, stopped the dagger in his hand, but did not pull it out.

Wanyan glanced at the blood red on Heng Li's chest, then at the right hand that she couldn't control at all, finally compromised, and slowly let go of her bloody left hand.

Without the desperate blocking of the left hand, the dagger was like an arrow shot out, stabbing at the hat.

Heng Li, if I hurt you today, I will pay you back with my life.

When all thoughts were lost, Wanyan only had this sentence in her heart.

However, the next moment, Wanyan's dagger was blocked again.

This time, it was Heng Li who pulled out the dagger from his chest with one hand, and held the tip of the dagger with the other.

It was only then that Wanyan realized that Heng Li had pushed back a step at some point, enough for him to react and catch the dagger.

Immediately after a crisp "click", I saw Heng Li holding the blade of the dagger with his palm, as easily as holding a banana, snatching the dagger from Wanyan's hand and throwing it more than ten meters away.

The dagger lying on the ground was completely covered with blood, it was her blood, and it was also his blood.

At this time, although the wound on Heng Li's chest was not fatal, it was still bleeding, and there was a deep bloody gully in the palm of his hand.

So, the dagger was thrown away, Wanyan should breathe a sigh of relief, but she was in more pain.

On the one hand, it was because he had been injured so far, but he still had no regrets.

On the one hand, there are bursts of unshakable hatred surging in my heart, which has not been relieved at all.

Wanyan's face was already purplish red, and the veins on her forehead protruded like mountains, she could only hold her heart tightly with her hands, trying to grab a little space for breathing in this excruciating pain.

But Wanyan's feet stepped back unconsciously step by step until they hit the pillar with a "bang", and there was no way to retreat.

The Art of Obliterating the Heart is a forbidden technique known to the Duzun Shahua family. Although the hatred brought by the second layer has no root, it is equivalent to killing fathers and mothers, subjugating the country and exterminating the species. It can be said that it is uncommon. Dai Tian, ​​you must hate me to the death.

There are very few people in history who have practiced the Art of Obliterating the Heart, but all of them killed the sealed heart and blood master in the body when the second level of hatred broke out, no matter whether it was difficult or dangerous, or deep friendship.

Obliterate your heart, obliterate your heart, obliterate your thoughts, and obliterate your reason.

This hatred is absolutely beyond human control.

Heng Li watched Wanyan go further and further away, the calmness in her eyes became more and more painful.

Now, Heng Li has understood that the cause of all Wanyan's pain and struggle is herself.

"Yan'er..." Heng Li called her softly, walking towards Wanyan step by step.

"I don't know why if you can't hurt me, it will make you so painful. But if you can relieve your pain just by hurting me, then you don't need to have any worries and guilt, just do it."

Speaking of this, Heng Li raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and said softly: "Just, I want to save my life."

For you, I would give my life without hesitation.

However, if you forgive me, you can only sacrifice my life, but cannot destroy the world with you.

"But I don't want to hurt you... let alone your life... I just want you to go away..."

Qi Ruoyousi, Wanyan's own last voice.

But Heng Li walked towards Wanyan step by step, and Wanyan's back was pressed against the pillar, and there was no way to retreat.

One foot in front of Wanyan, the Heng Li stopped, stretched his hand into his bosom, and then spread it out in front of Wanyan.

"This was originally a birthday gift for you, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today."

Wanyan looked down and saw that it was a narrow and sharp bone knife, which had been polished to a smooth surface, obviously it had aged.

The moment she saw the bone knife, Wanyan's eyes fell on Heng Li's heart.

"This is a bone knife made from a rib I took out many years ago. Although it is not as sharp as a dagger, it is more concealed and can be used as the last weapon after being disarmed."

Heng Li spoke calmly and indifferently, as if taking out a rib is as easy as pulling out a hair, as if this bone is just a random finger bone, not the third left rib and the heart bone.

It seems that this is not the murder weapon used to kill the father on the day of the mother's death.

This peace is only because Heng Li has been thinking about it for too many years to give Wanyan the bone knife that was used to kill her father.

Because Heng Li wanted to protect Wanyan with everything she had, and also because the owner of the blood that was stained on this bone knife was the one who ruined Qi Luo's life.

He wanted to use this clumsy way to make up for his father's insignificant point.

Wanyan's dagger was finally thrown away, and before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Heng Li actually gave her another knife.

Looking at the bone knife, Wanyan pressed her hands tightly behind her back, it was numb from the pressure, she couldn't say anything except trembling and shaking her head.

However, Heng Li smiled lightly, like a plum blossom in the first snow.

Light, cool, fragrant, cold and soft.

"It's okay, stabbing my body with my bones doesn't count as hurting me, it counts as returning it to its original place."

Heng Li held out her own bones, peacefully waiting for Wanyan to make a move.

Looking at him, Wanyan felt that she was so shameless that it made her sick.

For reasons that she couldn't explain clearly, she doubted and hated the person who loved her so much without reservation.

Wanyan's eyes, from the blood-red gully in Heng Li's hand to the blood-stained patch on her chest, she hated herself as much as she loved him.

Suddenly, like a gust of wind, Wanyan's hand took the bone knife from Heng Li's hand and raised it high.

At that critical moment, Heng Li's eyes widened in an instant, and in the next second, he slammed into Wanyan's hand holding the knife.

Wanyan's hand trembled, and it deviated quite a bit when piercing.

(End of this chapter)