Luxury Marriage: Rich Family's Love

But at that moment, while ye Shengyan clenched his teeth, a calm killing intention flashed across his eyes. He has been waiting for an opportunity. All he needs is a move to take his life.

"Ha ha, Yan, what's the matter? Why didn't you fight back? You don't want to kill the woman I saved you? "

Han became more and more out of control. Under several attacks, he was finally tired. He grabbed some unconscious ye Shengyan and threw it to the open space aside.

With a jingle, a delicate dagger fell out.

Night Shengyan's face was hard to see a pole. He kept his eyes closed, as if he had no strength in pain.

Panting, he stepped forward, picked up the dagger and looked around for a moment. He suddenly raised his hand and stepped on ye Shengyan's chest, bowed down from a high position, and swam away with the blade held close to his neck.

"Oh, what's it like to die by your own knife?"

"Can you kill me?"

Night Shengyan breathed hard. His eyes that were always covered were invisible. His stiff fingers trembled gently. Without a trace, he was gathering his strength.

Cold suddenly narrowed his Yin cold eyes and drew a point in his hand, "OK, I'll slowly cut the knife and let you see how you were killed by me."

As soon as the voice fell, he turned the knife peak fiercely and cut down his neck.

At the critical moment, ye Shengyan's eyes, which had been closed tightly, suddenly opened and his killing intention overflowed in an instant. At the same moment, his hands broke away from the trees and vines and quickly attacked him. He controlled Han's hands holding the dagger. Suddenly, he turned and pressed them hard towards his neck.

The sharp knife was close to the skin and instantly disappeared into the flesh and blood. When it touched the neck bone, it found a sharp sound.

There was not even a drop of blood.

Han opened his eyes and mouth unbelievably. He wanted to say something, "poof", but he vomited a big mouthful of blood. Then, the wound on the neck began to turn wildly with blood.

I didn't cut the trachea, I just cut the blood vessels.

In this case, the cold will die only when the blood in his body runs out, and this period of time is about a minute.

Ye Shengyan stood up and looked at him calmly, facing his death a little bit.

"Han, do you know why you lost? Because you've always been too conceited. There are too many people who can beat you in the world. I'm definitely not the strongest one. You put too much emphasis on winning or losing. "

In the face, Han's wide eyes reflect a pair of tightened pupils, and his consciousness begins to be lax and a little blank.

At the last moment, he saw that ye Shengyan didn't care at all after he won the victory. Finally, he couldn't put down his hatred and still tightly pestered his demons.

However, he smiled and said with his mouth without any sound.

"Today, there will always be someone to die with me."

Night Shengyan read his words and looked suddenly cold. Just when he wanted to ask what, the cold had stopped breathing.

The man who fell on the speedboat drowned in a pool of blood.

Dazzling red, reflecting a pair of demon eyes with the same fishy red, a little, unable to precipitate.

As soon as his eyes dropped, ye Shengyan no longer let the cold sentence affect his mood. He drove the speedboat close to the cruise ship. When he stepped up, the faint painful injury on his body made his action seem a little laborious.