She untied the acupuncture points very quickly, and several rays of sword light that revealed a killing move were directed at the man, forcing him to retreat continuously, and a bloody mark was scratched on his arm by the sword edge.

Almost at the same time, Ye Zhaoyan grasped the soft whip on his waist with his right hand, grasped the long sword tightly with his left hand, mobilized all the internal strength of his body, and jumped up with all his strength.

Just when Ye Zhaoyan jumped to the edge of the skylight and stretched out her hand to climb up, several rays of cold light flew past her. She quickly dodged to avoid it, and a sharp dagger narrowly missed the tip of her nose and struck her soft flesh.

The whip penetrated the beam above the skylight.

The soft whip broke, and Ye Zhaoyan instantly flew into the air. He fell down and fell heavily to the ground, smashing into pieces.

It took her a while to recover from the pain in her internal organs.

When she was about to use her skills to get up, she realized that most of her internal strength had been consumed, so she could only stand up and hold the sword.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the skylight, and found that the window above was covered by a layer of black gauze, blocking her sight and making it impossible to see the scene above clearly.

"Haha..." Seeing this, the man chuckled a few times, and then he flashed again and approached Ye Zhaoyan again, "Wenyu, you are really still so stubborn. It seems that I have to keep you today.

No..."

He waved his hand gently, and there was a crackling sound, and the room lit up instantly.

The man's scarlet eyes gradually came closer to Ye Zhaoyan's eyes.

The smell of incense filled the air, and the candle was lit again.

A strong strange feeling surged from the bottom of her heart, making her confused.

Ye Zhaoyan felt desperate. Only then did she realize that there was no way to escape the carefully set trap.

The person in front of her obviously recognized her as someone else.

Even her appearance should be completely similar.

Ye Zhaoyan shook his head to get rid of the confusion and looked at him warily, "Who are you? I'm not asking Yu, you have the wrong person!"

"I only know that I love you, so much that I go crazy, so much that I can't control my actions, and so much that I'm willing to destroy the entire world..." The man's voice was full of sadness.

Ye Zhaoyan's heart trembled. Is this person crazy?

"You're crazy!"

The man laughed loudly, with infinite madness in his eyes, "Yes, I am crazy! I love you so much that I lose myself..."

The man said, approaching Ye Zhaoyan, holding her arms firmly with both hands, "I just want you to remember me, so that you will always remember me..."

Ye Zhaoyan wanted to reach out and touch his neck, but the man had already anticipated that she would do this, so he easily dodged and stopped her with his backhand.

Ye Zhaoyan couldn't get away, his eyes widened, and he looked at the strange man in front of him in horror.

He looked down at her condescendingly, his eyes as red as blood, "Su Wenyu, you can't escape, you are destined to be my woman, I will not let you leave me, even if it costs me my life, I will let you

Stay with me."

"You..." She tried her best to open her mouth and wanted to say something, but the longing in her heart almost overwhelmed her reason.

"Wen Yu, have you really forgotten the happy times we had together?" The man's deep voice was filled with infinite sorrow, "Why did you leave me? Why..."

He was extremely excited, roaring at the top of his lungs, with tears in his eyes.

With that said, he was about to pick up Ye Zhaoyan who was on the ground, but stopped the moment he touched her.

"Ask Yu, why are you wearing such clothes? This doesn't look like you at all..." He murmured to himself, "It's better to put on your favorite Luomei clothes, I like to see you wearing...

.."

As the man spoke, he was about to take off Ye Zhaoyan's clothes. Ye Zhaoyan struggled hard, but found that his strength was far less than usual, and he couldn't break free at all. He tried hard to push away, but he was as fragile as a mantis' arms like a cart.

"Don't touch me!" Ye Zhaoyan struggled hard, but unfortunately her internal strength was exhausted and she couldn't exert much strength at all. She could only struggle in vain, "Get away..."

"Should I get out?" The man was not angry at all when he heard this, "I won't, I want to hold you for the rest of my life..."

His arms firmly clasped Ye Zhaoyan's slender shoulders, grabbed the dress on Ye Zhaoyan's body, and with a sudden force, the delicate dress suddenly shattered, and the snow-white clothes were exposed to the air.

Ye Zhaoyan only felt her chest tighten, and a touch of coolness spread from her collar. Her eyes suddenly widened, as if her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. A sense of shame and anger surged into her heart, and her body trembled with anger.

He got up and punched the man.

The man stretched out his hand to block her fist, "Don't think that you can fight against me if you improve your martial arts. I tell you, you can't escape today..."

Ye Zhaoyan punched out again, not hitting the opponent's cheek, but hitting the opponent's chest, as if hitting an iron plate. The pain came, and she gasped, her wrists were held behind her back by the opponent, and her body was suppressed by him.

He couldn't move, but could only stare at him angrily, "I'm not Su Wenyu at all, let me go!"

"Ha ha......"

The man raised his head and laughed, with deep sadness, despair, and madness in his voice. "Do you think I'm stupid? Even if someone can imitate your appearance, who else in the world would have such a temperament except you?

I would rather kill you than let you go..."

As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed Ye Zhaoyan and pressed down hard. Ye Zhaoyan was forced to kneel in front of him. He bent down to her ear and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't worry, I won't let you die. I will

I will torture you slowly until your life is worse than death..."

"You pervert!" Ye Zhaoyan cursed through gritted teeth.

"Pervert?" The man stopped his smile and looked at her coldly, "I don't mind being more perverted..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Zhaoyan struggled hard and kicked him in the abdomen. The man was kicked back two steps with a look of shock on his face. Then he rushed forward and grabbed Ye Zhaoyan's neck with both hands.

Ye Zhaoyan's throat was strangled and she coughed desperately. The man pinched her neck and continued: "I want you to taste all kinds of things in the world. I want you to be unable to live and die..."

"Ahem..." Ye Zhaoyan struggled desperately, slapping the man's hand with both hands. The veins on the man's arms bulged, and his fingers became harder and harder. His eyes were full of hatred and madness, and he seemed to be trying to kill Ye Zhaoyan's neck.

Twist off.

"You bitch..."

Ye Zhaoyan gradually had difficulty breathing, and when her consciousness faded, she felt like someone was tearing her clothes off.

The man released Ye Zhaoyan's throat, pushed her down on the bed, pressed her up, and clamped Ye Zhaoyan's wrist with one hand.

Ye Zhaoyan felt a sense of despair in his heart. He pointed his right hand at his back, summoned up the last internal force in his body, pulled out the hairpin from his head and stabbed it into the opponent's abdomen.

This is a self-mutilating method of accumulating energy. If a blow fails to hit the enemy's vital point, then after exhaustion, he can only be slaughtered by others. But even if he can hit with one hit, Ye Zhaoyan's internal energy will be greatly damaged and may not be fully recovered.

As before.
Chapter completed!