In Da Du tonight, the wind had run out, and the blood too.
The long sword suspended above Qin Ye's forehead was incredibly stable in the wind.
Just a millimeter away, it would fall.
Lu Nanjin's hair was disheveled by the wind, flying in front of her face, revealing only a pair of eyes emitting a ghostly glow.
Qin Ye slowly opened his eyes and saw Lu Nanjin's eyes full of killing intent, and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Do you want to kill me?" he asked.
Qin Ye's voice was very soft, sounding more like a provocation... He didn't care about his life and death at all, as if he was looking forward to the moment Lu Nanjin would strike.
"Of course..."
Lu Nanjin's voice was colder than the blade's light.
Ten years ago.
This man took Lu Cheng's life without a moment's hesitation.
"Then do it," Qin Ye smiled. "One strike, kill me."
Before Qin Ye's words had ended—
The blade's light flashed out!