Don't make trouble for the male god of fast crossing

Chapter 457 Mirror Silence (73)

Yan Mo's throat was a little hoarse, and he looked at him dumbly and asked, "What are you talking about, I won't have any accidents, are you afraid that my spiritual power will not be stable?
No, I'm sure I can control it. "

As for what he said and did, he didn't want to pay attention to it at all, okay?
Without spiritual power, without someone to be close to, he has no sense of security at all.

Even in the past, he had a back-up move, and he could die with others, but now, he has no capital to die with, so where can he raise conditions.

Yan Jing knew that Yan Mo was deliberately resisting, so he didn't care.

A dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, Yan Jing took his hand with a smile, and stuffed the dagger into his hand.

Yan Mo bowed his head, not understanding what Yan Jing meant.

Yan Jing said: "Mo, I'll give you a chance. There is no doubt that I like you. If you can't accept it, you can use this dagger to plunge into my heart right now."

Yan Jing pulled his wrist and put the tip of the dagger towards his chest.

"It's here, as long as you push forward a little bit, you won't have any distress or unwillingness afterwards.

You see, I still think of you very much. "

After all, he gave him a chance.

If he really had the heart to stab it down, maybe he wouldn't die, but the dagger is full of his original strength, as long as he stabs it in, it won't be a bad cultivation for hundreds of years.

If he really plunged into it, he would give up, give up this first love that made him feel aggrieved.

Yan Jing's eyes had an inexplicable smile, and no tension could be seen at all.

Yan Mo stared at him with wide eyes, and was held by him, the hand holding the dagger in his hand was trembling constantly.

"Don't force me, it's impossible, I won't."

His hand was constantly withdrawn, trying to pull the other party back from his wrist.

Yan Jing is really crazy, completely crazy.

How could he use this dagger to kill him.

He could see that this dagger was endowed with spiritual power. Ordinary people would probably lose their lives if they made a single cut. Even Yan Jing, if the dagger was completely inserted, how could he still be alive.

Yan Mo kept shaking his head, the despair in his eyes could be seen by anyone.

He didn't want to, really, he really didn't want to, impossible.

Yan Jing hooked her lips, not only did not let go of his wrist, but moved closer to him and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Yan Mo couldn't notice his actions at all now, and focused all his attention on his hands.

Yan Jing is real, with that kind of strength, as long as he releases his hand now and withdraws his strength, the dagger will definitely go in.

"Mo, you have to know that there is only one chance. If you lose this chance, no matter how unwilling you are, you can only be by my side. Have you made up your mind?"

Yan Mo shook his head, did not speak, pursed his lips and stared intently at the dagger and his chest.

The distance was less than one centimeter, or even shorter. Yan Jing kept pushing forward, as if he didn't want him to kill him, but wanted to commit suicide with his hands.

Yan Jing suddenly smiled, even more cheerful.

"It's really good, but you are sure you can bear it later, baby, I will give you the last 30 seconds to think about it, and it will not wait after the expiration date."

Yan Mo looked up at him pleadingly: "Yan Jing, do you have to do this? Aren't we the closest relatives?"

Yan Jing squinted: "Dear one? I have never regarded you as a relative."

Yan Mo lost his mind: "You..."

(End of this chapter)