How could he escape?
Seeing the Grandmaster escape, An Shigeng's mind raced and he had the intention to retreat.
It was better to live than to die.
He understood this principle and knew that as long as he was alive, there was still a chance for him to make a comeback.
Moreover, she had yet to take revenge for stealing his love. If she did not mess up his empire, how could she die?
While he was thinking, he carefully dealt with Zhuge Zhengwo's attacks while looking for an opportunity to escape.
Suddenly.
Hmm?
……
In the corner.
Ruthless 'gaze was fixed on An Shigeng, but his ears were behind him.
When she heard that there was no more retching behind her, she hurriedly turned her head.
He saw Xu Fengyu leaning against the mud wall weakly. He was in a daze, his eyelids drooping, and his right hand was trembling non-stop.
She immediately asked worriedly," Are you feeling better?”
"Yeah," she said.
Xu Fengyu rolled his eyes and answered weakly. Seeing the worry on the beauty's face, he forced a smile and said," Haha, don't worry. I'm a coroner. I'll get used to vomiting…"
"Hehehe…"
Seeing that he was already in such a state and still did not forget to banter with her, Wu Qing was instantly amused and let out a string of silver bells.
Not far away.
Coldblood was staring at the intense battle in the arena when he suddenly heard a string of pleasant laughter coming from behind him. He was stunned.
He thought to himself, in all these years, he had never seen Wu Qing so happy.
He turned around and saw Wu Qing covering his mouth. He was leaning on his wheelchair and his body was trembling with a suppressed smile.
Coldblood's eyes were filled with complicated emotions.
However, she did not notice that An Shigeng was staring at her back from the corner of his eye.
"A chance!"
An Shigeng cried out in his heart. He suddenly exerted strength and gathered all his internal strength in his left palm, striking out across the air.
His internal strength shot out from his palm, transforming into an invisible tiger that roared out.
Zhuge Zhengwo's eyes narrowed. He did not dare to be careless.
He immediately mustered up his internal strength and punched out.
"Bang!"
The huge fist shadow collided with the tiger, rolling up the gravel on the ground.
"Right now."
An Shigeng shook his left wrist, and a paper bag fell into his palm. He activated his internal energy and threw it out.
In an instant, a cloud of black smoke enveloped Zhuge Zhengwo.
"Poison powder?"
Zhuge Zhengwo was shocked and quickly dodged to the side.
An Shigeng took the opportunity to turn his five fingers into claws and grabbed at Coldblood's back at an extremely fast speed.
"Be careful!"
A cry of alarm rang out.
Coldblood turned around, but he could no longer dodge. An Shigeng's claws were already within reach.
Oh no, he couldn't dodge it.
Coldblood was at a loss as he looked at the sinister smile on An Shigeng's face.
He was about to be caught.
Lightning flashed.
A beautiful figure suddenly entered his field of vision.
Then, a strong force came from his chest, and his body flew backward.
"Puchi!"
The sharp claws pierced into the flesh.
In midair, Coldblood stared at the slender and helpless figure in disbelief.
Fresh blood flowed down from his fingers, and it was hot.
"Yao Hua?"
An Shigeng exclaimed in his heart, but he quickly reacted.
His eyebrows twitched slightly, and his left hand suddenly grabbed Ji Yaohua's neck. He shouted at Zhuge Zhengwo and Lu Xiaofeng, who were chasing after him," All of you, retreat, or I'll strangle her to death immediately."”
"Retreat!"
Zhuge Zhengwo, who was in mid-air, shouted and turned around to retreat with Lu Xiaofeng.
After landing not far away, he stared at Ji Yaohua with a complicated gaze. He did not expect her to save Coldblood.
If An Shigeng had captured Ji Yaohua from the start, he would never have retreated.
"Arrester Ji!"
Coldblood staggered as he landed on the ground. He steadied his body and cried out in alarm.
"You like that Leng guy?"
An Shigeng lowered his head and whispered into Ji Yaohua's ear.
Ji Yaohua turned her head with difficulty and saw Coldblood pacing back and forth anxiously.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he nodded without a trace.
A trace of unhappiness flashed across An Shigeng's eyes, but he had no time to care about this as he was about to escape.
He stared at Zhuge Zhengwo vigilantly. His lips moved slightly and he said in a voice as soft as a mosquito," Let's go."”
After saying that, he held Ji Yaohua hostage and moved slowly.
The constables who were surrounding him did not dare to go forward. They could only retreat step by step as he moved.
At this moment.
A sudden change occurred.
Ji Yaohua suddenly attacked. She took out a short dagger from somewhere and stabbed it into An Shigeng's heart.
"You…"
An Shigeng, who had been completely defenseless against her, was stunned.
When he came back to his senses, he slowly lowered his head and glanced at the blood-stained hand on his chest.
At this moment, he didn't care about the pain in his heart at all. He just raised his head and stared at Ji Yaohua. His lips and teeth trembled slightly as he asked," Why?”
A tear rolled down Ji Yaohua's face as she held the dagger in her trembling hand.
She leaned her head gently on An Shigeng's shoulder and said sadly," I'm sorry. I have to make up my own life."”
An Shigeng was stunned when he heard that, but he quickly relaxed.
He loosened his fingers, and a smile appeared on his face with difficulty. He said gently," Alright, fate is deep but fate is shallow. The road is long but the road is short. It's good that you've seen it. After you get rid of this shackle, you must live happily…"
As he spoke, his aura became weaker and weaker.
Before he left, he muttered," I'm leaving.”
After saying that, his head drooped down, and his forehead gently smashed onto Ji Yaohua's shoulder, making no more sounds.
He was dead.
At this moment, Ji Yaohua's heart suddenly ached. She just hugged the corpse and didn't let go. Scenes from the past appeared in front of her eyes. There was a faint love, a faint love, and a lot of hatred.
Love to the depth of hate, hate to the end of love.
When a person died, everything would slowly fade away.
Memories became storytellers.
(An Shigeng is a complicated person. Many people like him. Unfortunately, I didn't write that feeling. Please forgive me.)）
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