The best perspective expert

Chapter 348
Han Zhenyang just stared at the terrified Li Jipeng so coldly, and didn't speak.

Li Jipeng really felt what fear is at this moment. Thinking of what happened just now, he even wondered if he had a nightmare. Unscathed in the blink of an eye?

"You, you, who are you?" Li Jipeng huddled in the corner, his eyes widened in horror like a child who had met the Great Demon King, and he was no longer as calm as before.

Han Zhenyang did not answer, but stared at Li Jipeng angrily and aggrievedly and asked, "Do you know, after my father passed away, my sister and I have suffered so much and suffered so much. In order to treat my sister, I almost went out to rob her." , but you tell me now, you fucking killed my dad just to get angry, how can you be so shameless? Look at what you did with your son, are you still human? "

"You have such a plausible face, how can you say those words? I think you father and son have lost even a little bit of the most basic humanity. They are just beasts with human skin on both ends."

He was really very angry. He thought that his father was killed, and there would be some great hidden secrets, or some big secrets involved, but he didn't expect it to be for such a small matter.

If Li Jipeng's son really died, he wouldn't be so angry, but Li Jipeng's son not only lived well, but also acted like his father and son were the victims, as if his father was the murderer.

He had never seen such a shameless person who could claim his brutality so innocently.

Thinking of the hardships he and his sister had endured, the tears shed, and the white eyes he had suffered after his father passed away, he suddenly wanted to cry a lot.

But he quickly calmed down, rubbed his eyes and continued to ask: "It's still the same sentence, depending on you, you can't kill my dad. Who is the real murderer?"

"I..." Li Jipeng opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Han Zhenyang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then walked to the wall, drew out the decorative long sword, and then slowly drew it out.The long sword is very exquisite, although it is not sharpened, but its quality is very good, it is no different from a real sword in Han Zhenyang's hands.

He gently hung the scabbard back to its original place, and slowly walked towards Li Jipeng with the long sword in hand. He opened Li Jipeng's pajamas with the tip of the sword, then pointed to Li Jipeng's right chest, and asked lightly, "Who is the murderer?"

A trace of fear flashed in Li Jipeng's eyes, but he still didn't speak.

"Very good," he said with a calm face, his right hand slowly and firmly wanted to push forward, and with his movement, the sharp point of the sword pierced Li Jipeng's chest slowly deeper and deeper, but it did not Punctured the skin, but with his movements, the tip of the sword still moved forward firmly.

Li Jipeng felt the coldness piercing through the blade, and looked at Han Zhenyang's face as cold as marble, swallowed again, but still refused to speak.

Han Zhenyang didn't speak, and continued to push the long sword forward.

A few seconds later, a slight piercing sensation came from the long sword, and the blunt long sword pierced Li Jipeng's skin.

Li Jipeng shivered, and immediately wanted to struggle, but he was only leaning against the wall, there was nowhere to hide, struggling?That would only lead to faster death. A blunt sword is also a sword. It is not difficult to pierce the heart when the skin has already been pierced. Struggle at this time is no different from suicide.

And he firmly believes that Han Zhenyang dare not really kill him, because once he dies, Han Zhenyang will never find the enemy who killed his father.

So even though he felt the cold sword tip piercing his chest little by little, he still suppressed the fear in his heart, gritted his teeth and said nothing.He is now betting that Han Zhenyang will not dare to kill him.

Han Zhenyang saw through Li Jipeng's little abacus, and the corner of his mouth pulled out an arc, showing a bitter smile, but his hands did not tremble at all. The long sword in his hand was still firmly and slowly piercing Li Jipeng's heart. An emotionless machine was controlling it, and there was no slight vibration or deviation when stabbing down, and there was no change in speed.

The distance from the skin on the chest to the heart is only two or three centimeters. No matter how slow Han Zhenyang's movements are, it will not take too long, only about ten seconds.

But these ten seconds seemed as long as ten years to Li Jipeng. When he felt the cold tip of the sword piercing his heart, he was not so afraid. Isn't it death?Perhaps, just dying like this is not bad, and you can also drag the cruel young man in front of you into the water together.

Li Jipeng believes that no matter what Han Zhenyang's status is, it is impossible to kill randomly without any punishment. If he dies, Han Zhenyang will also be sentenced, and may even be sentenced to death directly.

So not only was he no longer afraid, but instead showed a ferocious smile, pushed his chest forward, let the warm long sword that had already begun to pierce his heart, and then said with a hoarse voice, "I'm dead!" , don’t even think about it! No one can kill me without any punishment, hahahaha..."

Han Zhenyang shook his head with a sympathetic expression, "I want to die, have I agreed?" He squatted down, put his left hand on Li Jipeng's chest, and then slowly twitched the long sword. There was a drop of blood, but before it landed on the ground, Han Zhenyang reached out to catch it.

Then Li Jipeng's bewildered expression urged the spiritual energy into Li Jipeng's body. Under the action of the spiritual energy, the small wound began to heal before it opened. After a few minutes, everything returned to its original state.

Han Zhenyang stood up and asked with a sneer, "Do you want to do it all over again?"

Li Jipeng touched his chest with a blank expression. Just now a long sword was inserted into his heart from there, but now there is not even a wound, not only a wound, but not even a slight scar.

But seeing the few drops of blood in Han Zhenyang's hand and the bright red stain on the tip of the sword, he finally realized that what happened before was not an illusion.

Thinking of Han Zhenyang's weird ability, his whole body was immediately dominated by boundless fear, "You, who are you?"

Han Zhenyang smiled, looked out the window, then looked at his watch, then showed a relaxed smile, pulled up a chair and sat in front of Li Peng, "Since you want to know my identity so much, I'll tell you , believe me, I will tell you all the changes that happened to me after my father died, and I promise not to miss any details that interest you."

He coughed and said, "Where do I start? Oh, this story is a bit long, so let's start when I was a child. I forgot how old I was. My dad patted an iron box and told me that it was him. The treasure left to me will be passed on to me when I grow up, can you guess what kind of treasure it is?"

(End of this chapter)