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Chapter 175
She quickly unlocked the acupoints, and several flashes of sword light that revealed a killer move went towards the man, forcing him to back up again and again, and a bloodstain was wiped out on his arm by the sword edge.

Almost at the same time, Ye Zhaoyan grasped the soft whip on his waist with his right hand, and the long sword with his left hand. Using all the internal energy in his body, he jumped up with all his strength.

Just when Ye Zhaoyan jumped to the edge of the skylight and stretched out his hand to climb up, several cold lights flew past her, she quickly dodged to dodge, a sharp dagger narrowly brushed her nose, and slashed at her soft skin. The whip, piercing the beam above the skylight.

The soft whip broke, and Ye Zhaoyan flew into the air in an instant. He fell down and fell heavily to the ground.

It took her a while to recover from the pain in her internal organs.

When she was about to use her skills to get up, she realized that most of her internal energy had been consumed, so she had to forcefully stand up and hold the saber.

She looked up at the skylight, and found that the upper window was covered by a layer of black gauze, which blocked the line of sight and made it impossible to see the scene above.

"Hehe." Seeing this, the man chuckled a few times, his figure flashed again, and approached Ye Zhaoyan again, "Wenyu, you are really still so stubborn. It seems that today I must keep you."

With a slight wave of his hand, there was a crackling sound, and the room instantly lit up.

The man's scarlet eyes gradually approached Ye Zhaoyan's eyes.

The smell of incense permeated, and the candle was lit again.

A strong strange feeling surged from the bottom of her heart, making her confused.

Ye Zhaoyan's heart was full of despair. At this moment, she realized that there was no escape from the carefully set trap.

And the person in front of him obviously recognized her as someone else.

Even her looks should be quite similar.

Ye Zhaoyan shook his head, shook off the confusion, and looked at him vigilantly, "Who the hell are you? I'm not asking Yu, you've got the wrong person!"

"I only know that I love you, so much that I go crazy, so much that I can't control my behavior, so much that I don't hesitate to destroy the whole rivers and lakes." The man's voice was full of sadness.

Ye Zhaoyan's heart trembled, is this person insane?

"You are crazy!"

The man laughed, with infinite madness in his eyes, "Yes, I am crazy! I love you so much that I lose myself"

As the man said, he approached Ye Zhaoyan, holding her arm tightly with both hands, "I just want you to remember me, and you will always remember me."

Ye Zhaoyan wanted to reach out to touch his neck, but the man had expected her to do this, so he dodged it lightly, and stopped her with his backhand.

Ye Zhaoyan couldn't break free, his eyes widened, and he looked at the strange man in front of him in horror.

He looked down at her from a high position, his eyes were as red as blood, "Su Wenyu, you can't escape, you are destined to be my woman, I will not let you leave me, even if it costs my life, I will let you stay with me."

"You..." she tried to open her mouth, trying to say something, the longing in her heart almost overwhelmed her reason.

"Qianyu, have you really forgotten the happy time we used to be together?" The man's deep voice was filled with infinite sorrow, "Why did you leave me? Why."

He was extremely emotional, roaring hoarsely, with tears in his eyes.

As he spoke, he was about to pick up Ye Zhaoyan who was on the ground, but stopped the moment he touched her.

"Qiyu, why do you wear such clothes, it doesn't look like you at all." He muttered to himself, "It's better to change into your favorite Luomei clothes, I like to see you wearing them"

As the man said, he wanted to take off Ye Zhaoyan's clothes. Ye Zhaoyan struggled vigorously, but found that his strength was not as strong as usual, and he couldn't break free at all.

"Don't touch me!" Ye Zhaoyan struggled hard, but unfortunately, her internal energy was exhausted, and she couldn't exert much strength at all, so she could only struggle in vain, "Get out of here!"

"I'm leaving?" The man was not angry at all when he heard the words, "I don't want to, I want to hold you for the rest of my life"

His arm firmly clasped Ye Zhaoyan's slender shoulders, and he grabbed the dress on Ye Zhaoyan's body. With a sudden force, the delicate dress suddenly shattered, and the snow-white obscene clothes were exposed to the air.

Ye Zhaoyan only felt a tightness in her chest, and a coolness spread from her neckline. Her eyes suddenly widened, as if a pair of eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, a wave of shame welled up in her heart, and her body trembled with anger. Get up and punch the man.

The man stretched out his hand to block her fist, "Don't think that you can fight me if you improve your martial arts, I tell you, today, you can't escape."

Ye Zhaoyan punched out again, but missed the opponent's cheek, but hit the opponent's chest, as if hitting an iron plate, the pain came, she gasped, her wrist was pinned behind the opponent's back, her body was suppressed by him, unable to move When he moved, he could only stare at him angrily, "I'm not Su Wenyu at all, let me go!"

"Ha ha."

The man raised his head and laughed, with deep sadness, despair, and madness in his voice. "Do you think I'm stupid? Even if someone can imitate your appearance, who else in the world would have such a temperament? I would rather kill you than let you go"

He said, suddenly grabbed Ye Zhaoyan, pressed down hard, Ye Zhaoyan was forced to kneel in front of him, he bent down to her ear, and said hoarsely: "Don't worry, I won't let you die, I will Slowly torturing you until it makes your life worse than death."

"You pervert!" Ye Zhaoyan gritted his teeth and scolded.

"Pervert?" The man restrained his smile and looked at her coldly. "I don't mind being more perverted."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Zhaoyan struggled hard and kicked him in the abdomen. The man was kicked back two steps, with a look of astonishment on his face, and then he rushed forward, grabbing Ye Zhaoyan's neck with both hands.

Ye Zhaoyan was strangled and coughed desperately. While pinching her neck, the man continued, "I want you to experience all kinds of situations in the world. I want you to live or die."

"Cough." Ye Zhaoyan struggled desperately, patting the man's hand with both hands. The veins on the man's arm were bulging, his fingers were getting harder and harder, his eyes were full of hatred and madness, as if he wanted to break Ye Zhaoyan's neck.

"You bitch"

Ye Zhaoyan gradually had difficulty breathing, and when her consciousness disappeared, she felt that someone was tearing her obscene clothes.

The man let go of Ye Zhaoyan's throat, pushed her down on the bed, pushed her up, and clamped Ye Zhaoyan's wrist with one hand.

Despair rose in Ye Zhaoyan's heart, and he pointed his right hand towards his back, condensed the last internal force in his body, pulled out the hairpin from his head and stabbed it into the opponent's lower abdomen.

This is a self-mutilation method of accumulating energy. If one blow misses the enemy's vitals, he can only be slaughtered after being exhausted. However, even if one blow is sure to hit, Ye Zhaoyan's internal strength will be greatly damaged, and he may not be able to fully recover as before.

She can't care less now.

　The heroine will not be tarnished, don't worry everyone, tomorrow is a counterattack.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)