
I was almost desperate, I waited for you for so long but my wait was not in vain. I really couldn't sleep before taking your life with my own sword!” The speech was heard harboring an unspeakable growl.
The sword held by the handsome green-robed man drew closer and closer to Zhao Juren.
“You want to kill me?” Zhao Juren smiled wryly. His eyes glanced at him indifferently.
“If you want to kill me, why don't you
did it directly above the Doting gate back then?” Zhao Cibir Juren. He was not at all daunted by this men's threat.
However, there are reasons that are not revealed until this man has so far impressed not dare to do something that is too much for Zhao Juren, he said, zhao Juren is a general who is now trapped in the land of his enemy, Niangxi.
"Don't underestimate me." He looked younger than Zhao Juren. Perhaps the same age as the prince Yan Yaoshan the younger brother of the noble Yan Yue. Who also inevitably admitted as a brother of one father after his identity was revealed as the king's son.
“You're just in luck, Xue Xue saved you.
Otherwise your head is already a display at the gate of Doting.” The red-robed man's frown sounded
“Xue Xue? who was Xue Xue? she's an angel or maybe some kind of fairy?” Zhao Juren's eyebrows clutched, deliberate questions in a silly tone similar to a joke.
The green robe was stunned for a moment as if he let loosely spoke then furiously thrust his sword forward, until the tip of his cold sword almost stuck to the skin of Zhao Juren's neck.
Zhao Juren could have dodged, but she didn't,
now that Xue Xue name was attracting his attention.
“Let your sword down, I will voluntarily hand over
my life if you want it so badly.” Zhao Juren said in no way that he had any taste in the green robe that he thought was too childish. Strange emotions seemed to be mastering it. And Zhao Juren knew, that flash of anger was due to the bubbling jealousy. I don't know, jealous for what reason.
“I just want to know a few things so that when I die, I don't want to get to the ground.” Zhao Juren said casually, as if the angel of death was his friend.
The handsome man's face looked hardened, he flicked his green robe confidently.
"You're really not afraid of death? People call you the dragon of Yanzhi, but I now only see the toothless dragon that lost its scales in front of me. It looks vulnerable and helpless when separated from its colony." The green-robed sneer while grinning.
“I am not afraid of death, young master.”Zhao Juren chuckles while.
draping his hand in front of his chest, the sentence said he half laughed.
"I'd be happy if your sword could actually pierce my skin."
"Don't be overconfident, mister Zhao!" Hardik the man was angry, his attitude was getting riled up. The words Zhao Juren made hurt his pride.
“What do you want to know?” he asked harshly without lowering his sword.
“I want to ask you three things only, so that when I meet the god of the lifeline I am no longer curious to return from the realm of death.” Zhao Juren replied with a small smile triumphantly. He managed to make the man who looked very hateful to him, serve him.
“Ask me, though I'm really not happy with this bargain. But at least I killed you without leaving any regrets."
Zhao Juren squinted her eyes, the tinge of red had changed
it became dark but the colour of the trees behind the man glowed brightly, the moon rose timidly above the sky. The moon in early spring is so round and clear. Winter is not so evil in Niangxi even the forest behind it still looks full of beautiful colors.
“First question, tell me who exactly are you?” Zhao Juren asked with a serious look.
“I don't need to introduce myself to that piece of life
“Certainly must, otherwise I will return with everything
how to meet you even though I've been moped up..” Zhao Juren said half-jokingly.
The man broke down, his body shaking with his own laughter.
“Your answer is ridiculous general..” His laughter is still heard.
the rumbles break deserted.
“But, alright.I will answer you. Because, I am very happy to introduce myself to the prospective ghost inhabitants of this Five-colored Lake! After that my name will no longer mean anything to you.” He played the tip of his sword.
in front of Zhao Juren's neck.
“Listen carefully, my name is Lin Hongse. I was wrong
one famous deputy general Qui.” He said in a stupefied fashion, as if Zhao Juren's name was no longer a match for him.
“Mr Hongse, your robe is as red as your name.” Zhao Juren said with a small smile, making the man named Lian Hongse glare
to him.
“The second one..” Zhao Juren quickly continued, he did not want Hongse to change his mind in annoyance.
“I wonder, how long have I been unconscious?”
“Three full moons more I guess." Lin Hongse replied while laughing satisfiedly,
"I thought you were dead. But you're lucky someone's been kind enough to save that worthless piece of your life. But I'm satisfied, at least you almost died from my needle poison,"
"Your needle venom?"
"Well, my green centipede venom has never failed in this long to just take a life but I admit it's amazing that you survived. But unfortunately your luck ended tonight.” Lin Hongse grinned widely.
Zhao Juren was bearded, she knew this man much more
young from him, his emotions are unstable when talking about himself. A pride in the self that is excessive.
“Last...” Zhao Juren said quickly, before Lin Hongse spoke.
"Eum..."
Zhao Juren wriggled slightly, pulling the tip of Hongse's sword towards his neck, the tip injuring his own skin, as if he felt no pain. His eyes glanced at a large tree on the edge of the lake, the largest willow
ever seen. His smile flashed a little, the smile was so mysterious.
“Do you know a girl named Xue Lian?” Zhao Juren asked with a volume that was deliberately slightly raised as if hoping the old Willow tree heard it.
Hongse's eyes instantly enlarged, almost popping out of their sockets. He was surprised not to hear the name mentioned, a name that only a few people knew about in this world.
"What are you saying? How do you know that name?"
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