Chapter 1537
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When he said this, Jing Yanxiu's heart seemed to be relieved.
He stood there and suddenly seemed very calm. He stood there and looked at her with a gentle gaze.
The young man opened his arms without any hesitation. He exposed his weakness without holding back.
"Qingqing, shoot."
Yes, she hated him.
How could she not hate him for being used?
If it was in the past, he would have already cut the person into pieces and fed them to the white wolves.
She just wanted to kill him.
It was normal.
He had been immersed in killing and blood for the first half of his life. His hands were stained with too much blood. To be able to die in her hands was his final destination.
He was willing to do it.
Jing Yanxiu's gaze fell on the criminal. He said in a cold voice, "According to what you said, kill me and you have to let her go!"
Hearing this, the criminal smiled. "Of course! You know, my target has only been you from the beginning. "
Hearing this, Jing Yanxiu closed his eyes.
He waited for the bullet to pass through his heart.
The surroundings seemed to quiet down.
Chenwan Pier was surrounded by water and mountains. There were towering mountains all around. It was a green expanse.
Smelling the fresh air, he could hear the chirping of the birds.
The daily West Street that he had ignored in the past seemed to rush into his mind at this moment.
Life was like a lantern on horseback. Scene after scene flashed in front of his eyes.
His life was dull and tasteless. He was immersed in the bloody battlefield. He watched as the weak and helpless enemies trembled and begged for mercy in front of him. In the end, he watched numbly and indifferently as the enemies died with unwilling eyes.
Power, honor, and wealth almost never needed Jing Yanxiu to figure out how to obtain them. Since he was young, he had lived a life of luxury. Everything was arranged by his father.
His eldest brother didn't want to fight and kill. He abandoned the army and went into business. His father could only place his hopes on him.
He was like an emotionless puppet. At a young age, he took over part of his father's military power and went out to join the army. Since then, he had been wandering outside to fight.
He didn't disappoint his father. After a few years of fighting outside, he brought the entire six provinces in the south and three provinces in the northeast under his command. He became the youngest and most authoritative person in the history of the world.
He was like a god, born to be respected, and the hope of countless people were placed on him.
Wherever he was, it was tantamount to a word of stability. Defending against foreign enemies, fighting in all directions, protecting and slaughtering constantly surrounded him. His hands were stained with blood. One body after another fell in front of him. This was a massacre. But behind him was the stable life of the people. That was protection.
But the gods always lacked emotions, because they were so powerful because they had no desires. The place he lived in was dangerous, cold, and full of cunning, insidious schemes, and unscrupulous means to achieve his goals. In his eyes, these were almost normal means.
The fall of Nanjing was indeed part of his plan. His serious injury was just a gimmick to confuse the enemy.
She said that he used her?
Jing Yanxiu was at a loss. Make use of him?
Actually, he didn't quite understand. From the beginning to the end, as long as it had anything to do with her, he couldn't figure it out.
Perhaps he had such thoughts, but he was just deceiving himself and finding a reason for himself to get close to her.
If he really wanted to use her, why would he be so eager to marry her?
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