The woman took the knife in her hand and walked slowly to ye Ziheng. She held out a hand and stroked ye Ziheng's face. A trace of tenderness was revealed in the pupil under the mask. She slowly raised the knife in her hand and aimed at ye Ziheng's abdomen, but she could not get down to it.

After a few seconds, the woman's hand fell down, but the knife in her hand did not fall to ye Ziheng's abdomen, but fell to the bed.

"Why? Why must it be him? What choice do you say and why don't you choose another one again? "

The woman roared with tears. The tears came from her eyes under her mask, and slowly ran across her cheek to her chin, and then drip by drop.

The stranger looked at the woman, and the watch on her face was not as relaxed and smiling as before, but showed a serious one.

"If there is a choice, I will choose, but the truth is, I have no choice at all. Waiting for him, I don't know how long I've been waiting, hundreds or thousands of years, maybe even longer. I've been waiting too long. If I'm talking about the so-called choice, I don't know how long it will take for me to meet a person who can choose, 1000 years or 10000 years. I'm afraid I can't wait so long. "

After listening to the woman completely silent, holding the knife tightly in the hand, tears did not strive to flow down.

The stranger looked at her with a long sigh, went to her side and took back the dagger.

"Let's go."

Said, then slowly walked out of the room.

The woman stayed a little longer in the room for a while, looking at ye Ziheng's face, after half a sound, she also followed him out.

And when they all left, the blood feather devil came out of Ye Ziheng's body, looked at the two people who had left, and looked at ye Ziheng, who was sleeping like a dead pig on the bed. He couldn't help sighing.

"Well, I'm afraid it's not easy to go back."

Blood feather demon said, then directly turned around, and returned to ye Ziheng's body.

……

The next morning, ye Ziheng just woke up and saw the deep knife edge on his bed. Then he turned his head and looked at the little sunflower sleeping on the side. He lifted her claws and scratched the bed sheet.

But ye Ziheng looked at the size of the gap, and then looked at the hole in the bed. This depth doesn't look like a little sunflower. Did anyone come in when he was asleep?

However, even if ye Ziheng died after practicing last night, he was still very confident in his own perception. No matter who he was, no matter who he was, would sneak in without his knowledge.

However, in his impression, there seems to be no warrior with five or more accomplishments in Hengshui City. How could a warrior of seven or eight grades emerge.

After thinking for a long time, ye Ziheng's brain benevolence all wanted to ache, finally shook his head, and was not willing to think about these. After all, if it's really a high-level warrior of grade seven or eight who wants to attack him, he can't stop others with his strength. People will kill themselves long ago. At most, it is used to threaten. After all, the identity of Ye Ziheng's star gate disciple is still a little intimidating.

However, ye Ziheng would like them to threaten anything. If he was scared by them, he would be very powerful.

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