Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"Pfft-"

The immortal demon laughed, but she quickly held it back, "She already did it the first time. She knew you wouldn't believe her performance again, so why would she endure the disgust and play the same trick on you again when she knew it wouldn't work? She can't act."

"So, what you will face is not her fake smile or flattery, but her disregard, her disgust, and her behavior of pulling out a knife and slashing your neck at any time - but these behaviors cannot even be called hatred, because hatred is a more complicated thing. Hate needs other emotional connections as a basis to rise to hatred. And she will not have any deeper emotions towards you except disgust and disgust."

"Can you really stand it? If you really love her, can you really stand the fact that the person you love is killing you and cursing you every day but doesn't even hate you - you are not even a dog to her. Only people she admits and trusts can be her dogs. To her, you are just a fly buzzing around her hair... Do you really know how it feels to be treated like a fly by the person you love? Are you really willing to experience this feeling for ten, twenty, or thirty years?"

The immortal demon made his moves extremely quickly, as if he didn't need to think at all when speaking or playing chess.

The calm tone, the accelerated speaking speed and the sound of the chess pieces falling together formed a dark cloud, approaching Qin Wu's head. He had to concentrate and tense up his emotions to listen to every word she said. As a result, his heartbeat was suppressed little by little, and he could no longer hear the dance steps around him or see the chandelier above his head. Only the criss-crossing lines on the chessboard were constantly being amplified, and the woman's calm and fast voice was also constantly being amplified.

"You said you were willing to die at her hands, and that you thought that was a heroic ending - but how could she give a fly a heroic ending? It's more likely that you will only get a disgusting and contemptuous look from her before you die, and then nothing will happen. She won't waste a single bit of time and emotion on you, or what... Could it be that Mr. Qin is thinking of a tear-jerking farewell? She will kill you with her own hands, then shed a few tears while looking at your corpse, and stare at the sea of ​​fire for a long, long time before turning away, just like when you die, she will realize that she loves you or you love her?"

"..." The hand suspended above the chessboard did not fall for a long time, and the man did not move either.

The eyes under the Nuo mask raised up, stared at him for a moment, and then burst out with another "puff" sound.

The Undead Demon laughed again: "No way? You really think so? What kind of script did you write for yourself, Mr. Qin? To achieve this ending, Ye Kong must first become a severe patient of Stockholm Syndrome. But unfortunately, I have to tell you that Ye Kong will never get this disease in her lifetime. In other words, even if you die in her hands at the age of 70 or 80, she will not stay in front of your body for even a second. In other words, until you die, you will only be a fly in her eyes..."

“No,” the undead demon almost wanted to cover his mouth, “It’s an affectionate fly…Hahahahahahaha!!”

A burst of arrogant and wanton laughter erupted above the chessboard.

Many guests who were enjoying the dance were startled. Looking over here, they saw the woman's shoulders trembling with laughter, and the man's silhouette staring down at the chessboard.

"What kind of shit are they in that they can still laugh?"

"You seem to be having a good chat. Will the Qin family also cooperate with the Undead Demon?"

As everyone was dancing and gossiping, the man with the still silhouette suddenly moved.

Without any warning, he picked up the golden knife from the porcelain plate beside him and put his hand against the neck of the woman who was still shaking with laughter.

"what!"

Someone nearly fell on the dance floor.

The face of the undead demon under the Nuo mask froze in an instant, and the smile faded away layer by layer, but spread to the pair of eyes wearing contact lenses.

She raised her eyes from under the mask and looked at the man opposite her who looked extremely calm.

Qin Wu straightened his back and looked down at her: "Now it's my turn to ask you, Miss Undead Demon, what's the benefit of angering me?"

"..."

The Undead Demon said nothing, lowered his eyes and stared at the chessboard, and said calmly: "Mr. Qin, I just want you to recognize yourself. The most common deceiver is often yourself rather than others. You have obviously been deceived by your superficial desires."

Her tone became leisurely and gentle, as if she didn't take the blade on her neck seriously at all: "You think that all you need is her as a person, but look, if you really only need her as a person and don't care whether she loves you or not, why would you be angry about what I said? Even if she treats you like a fly, can't you be a fly that robs you by force?"

This time, before he could finish his words, the knife was thrust into his flesh.

There was a slight chill on his neck, and the undead demon felt a warm blood flow along the blade into his collarbone.

She didn't shy away from it at all, and when she raised her eyes, the smile in her tone was even more obvious: "Mr. Qin, if you want to kill me, just do it. It will just let me realize my dream on the spot. If you just want to scare me, I advise you to take it back, because both sides will suffer, and no one will benefit."

Qin Wu slowly retracted the knife and put it back on the porcelain plate with a ding sound.

The onlookers in the distance, who dared not make a sound, let out a long breath and began to dance in chaos again. Everyone stepped on each other, making the atmosphere of the dance party obviously become restless.

Amid the faint restlessness, only the two people on opposite sides of the chessboard remained calm—at least on the surface.

"I really want to know." Qin Wu's mind seemed to be clearer, and he started playing chess again, "You are so sure that Ye Kong will never fall in love with me, is it because she already has someone she loves?"

He didn't even raise his eyelids, and his tone was as calm as water: "Is it Wen Can?"

"...I don't know." The Undead Demon smiled calmly but inexplicably, "If I say yes, what will Mr. Qin do?"

"Of course I'll kill him." Qin Wu raised his head and smiled slightly, "In this way, even if you can't love me, you should be able to hate me, right?"

"..."

The bright lights illuminate the equally bright ballroom.

The glittering skirt spun and flew on the jumping notes, and the shiny leather shoes danced with it.

The beauty's long hair, the gentleman's watch, the ticking clock on the high wall, the sunset glow outside the window that is about to sink completely into the sea, and the night approaching in the distance.

On the deck, Zhu Qiangwei was shivering in Ye Kong's clothes, holding a small diary and a waterproof bag with two pieces of paper in her hands, waiting for the person she had agreed to meet to arrive.

In the other corner of the diagonal line where the chessboard was located, the numbers on the elevator stopped jumping.

With a ding, a silver wheelchair was pushed out.

The person in the wheelchair looked up and saw the chaotic dance floor, the passionate music band, and the vague figures sitting on both sides of the chessboard in the distance.

Wen Rong pushed him in that direction.

·

The sound of the wheelchair rolling could not be heard amid the clamor.

All she could hear was the man on the other side chuckling coldly with arrogance and malice: "It just so happens that we are now at sea, on a boat. This is completely, 100%, my territory. It just so happens that he has a father who wants him dead. It just so happens that he hasn't brought a secretary or a bodyguard. Oh, he doesn't even have any friends. It just so happens that... he didn't come to the dance—"

Qin Wu raised his hand and snapped his fingers, as if to indicate that he had come up with a brilliant idea. "So, I can immediately send someone upstairs to kill him and throw him into the sea. I'm afraid no one will notice that he is gone until night, and when he is found, he will be a perfect suicide corpse. I don't even have to bear any suspicion, because on the surface, I have no grudges against him and no motives. - Miss Immortal Demon, cartoonist, what do you think of my idea?"

Ye Kong slowly raised his eyes under the mask and stared at the man opposite him.

After a while, she smiled.