Nan Tingyu sat up with the wound covering his shoulders, looking at the iron-faced boy who was teasing the bonfire, he closed his mouth with a self-deprecating look.

He paused and curled up the corners of his lips sarcastically: "But if I want me to take your life, there is no need. I will not kill you. I am not interested in fulfilling any of you're wishes."

Qiu Zifei sat back to the campfire and said lazily: "Since you like to deal with me, how can I obey the meaning of the 'elders' behind you? As for you, are you planning to commit suicide now? Then be more neat."

He closed his eyes and laughed while coughing up blood: "You are indeed cruel enough, you are worthy of being the Lord of Yaosi and the Overlord of the Sea."

Nan Tingyu was originally expecting him to deny it, but he didn't expect that he would answer so simply, and his handsome face turned pale in an instant.

The person who stepped on him and made him suffer suddenly moved his feet away and smiled slightly at him. His delicate thin lips bent into a sarcastic arc: "Yes, Nantingyu, is this taming game interesting?"

Loyalty to his family and country, his uncle's expectation and planning and his own nature became a furnace that tormented him. He burned the fire himself, which was ridiculous.

"You did it on purpose, just like taming a proud horse. You knew that the horse must trample on you to death, but you did not cut off its head with one knife, but you were willing to take risks with it slowly, let it surrender to your knees, receive your favors, and accept your love. You are willing to kneel in front of you, but you are suffering, tied up in a calluse, and endure yourself to death." Nan Tingyu held his feet on his chest with his fingers, smiled lowly, but his eyes seemed sad and happy, looking at Qiu Zifei in absent manner.

But when he was discouraged, he suddenly discovered something strange.

In addition, the pressure from his father and the palace was getting heavier, and he was suffering from it. He had to be at peace for a day, but he had to play in front of others every day. He suddenly felt discouraged.

If he was Boya, he would have wanted to eliminate the jealously outstanding Ziqi, but gradually felt that if there was no Ziqi, then no one could understand Boya, who could understand his piano music in the vast world.

What a torment that was, I hated him for being better than myself, and I couldn't help but appreciate his excellence.

But in the subsequent confrontations, it would be fine if he couldn't win. He still owed Qiu Zifei the love. He accumulated more and more, making him less and less able to do anything to attack Qiu Zifei as purely and neatly as he did at the beginning. He even had to admit that he admired that person more and more, and even he could not deny the resonance between his temperament.

He was so conflicted. At the beginning, Ji Shengyu and He Shengliang were forced to realize that he could not play with him. However, the pride of many years taught him how to accept his fate. After seeing Qiu Zifei, he was even more unwilling to lose in the hands of the other party, as if using poppy juice, just wanted to win that person crazy.

There is mutual appreciation in this world, so naturally, since Yu is born, how can Liang be born?

He closed his eyes as if he was a little surprised, and sneered as if he was a little self-deprecating: "You know what kind of torment I am suffering. You and I have taken risks on a trip several times, and they have fought so many times, and they are all life. If you can't play you to death, you will just kill me, but you just know that when I designed you so many times, not only did I escape, but also rescued me. Don't you just want me to owe you, and you also recognize that I am not as good as you?"

The boy who was just trampled by him suddenly bent his pale lips, raised his hand to rub the blood stains on the corner of his lips, looked at him quietly for a moment, and suddenly laughed softly: "Zifei, you hate King Chen, but you are even more cruel than him, you know why..."

No matter how much "friendship" between them is just a conspiracy, he shows no mercy at all.

"You want me to kill you, why?" Qiu Zifei raised his eyebrows and looked at the person under his feet coldly.

"Nan Tingyu, you should feel that I have not activated the devouring for a long time, otherwise you will indeed know what life is worse than death." Qiu Zifei smiled sarcastically, and after raising his hand to put away the sword, his feet did not move away from Nan Tingyu's chest.

Qiu Zifei glanced at him, and suddenly the tip of the sword loosened, and Shuran put away the sword. His fingertips gathered their strength on the sword. With a jingle, the blood stained on it instantly bounced open, leaving only a sword that could tell people.

Skinning and cramping is a culprit, and it is also a pity that he can even spit so many words under such circumstances.

The severe pain made his body twitch unconsciously, but his blood-blown eyes were so lit up. He actually said with a smile: "Zifei...of course I won't kill me...I will only tell me that life is worse than death... but so what...I'm telling the truth in my heart."

Nan Tingyu looked at the white and red thing he picked at the tip of the sword. It was his tendons and veins. He could not imagine that one day he would see him being cramped.

But in this way, he was the one who was frying on the fire.

Therefore, only high mountains can meet flowing water, and only Boya can be the ultimate string of Ziqi's life.

People, especially geniuses, are always lonely.

He provoked him and approached him, but he always had a sense of justice, but for a long time, he had no results. Not only did he not get the other party's handle, he found that in the constant fights, he gradually developed a sense of mutual appreciation and was reluctant to kill this young man who was equally amazing.

He knew that this person was cruel, but he didn't expect that he would enjoy his "ruthlessness" one day.

Nan Tingyu's face turned pale as silk paper, but he couldn't even shout. His body was sweating like slurry, and his clothes were soaked in an instant.

The long sword in Qiu Zifei's hand actually stabbed mercilessly, and he picked up the meridians of his right arm with a tricky angle, and directly hooked half of his meridians with the tip of his sword.

Nan Tingyu had never seen Qiu Zifei speak gently before. He immediately knew that he had been too much. He was about to open his mouth and say something when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder!

"Nan Tingyu, do you think I dare not kill you?" Qiu Zifei's voice suddenly became gentle.
Chapter completed!