The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 383 Ji Wuyuan, do you dare to kill me?

Ji Wuyuan's voice was low and slow, yet it carried a chilling sense of oppression.

The ring on his hand glowed coldly in the dim light of the cell...

Jiang Huaizhou snorted coldly. He used his hands and feet to struggle to get up from the cold and wet ground, straightening his back.

He raised his eyes to look at Ji Wuyuan and suddenly sneered: "But, I didn't expect that a tyrant who has always been aloof from women, cold-blooded, ruthless, and decisive in killing people would become so restrained and hesitant because of a woman."

"After becoming an enemy..."

"It's really... ironic!"

The voice seemed to burst out from between teeth, word by word, carrying endless contempt and ridicule.

The words "after the enemy" were pronounced with great emphasis and a ferocious look on his face.

This is completely different from Jiang Huaizhou's usual humble and gentle image.

Ji Wuyuan's face suddenly turned gloomy, like a precursor to a storm, with dark clouds pressing down on the sky.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, and the entire cell was surrounded by a fierce murderous aura.

Jiang Huaizhou was not afraid at all. He laughed wildly: "Hahaha..."

"Hahaha......"

The air around me suddenly seemed to freeze, and even breathing became a bit difficult...

Jiang Huaizhou just smiled, and his smile was fearless, as if the person in front of him was an idiot.

Ji Wuyuan curled his lips, and the cruelty on his face gradually faded away, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.

He stood up, walked towards Jiang Huaizhou, and kicked Jiang Huaizhou hard in the chest. The latter fell heavily against the wall beside him like a kite with a broken string, making a dull impact sound, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Jiang Huaizhou groaned, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth, leaving a glaring pool of crimson on the dim cell floor.

He struggled to get up again.

Ji Wuyuan looked at him with a sneer, as if looking down at an ant, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

When Jiang Huaizhou was about to stand up, he raised his foot and stepped directly on Jiang Huaizhou's head, crushing his cheek with the sole of his shoe...

Ji Wuyuan stood there meticulously, looking down at Jiang Huaizhou from above, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and every word he said was icy cold: "I should have killed you long ago!"

The golden dragon pattern embroidered on the hem of the ink-black dragon robe was faintly visible in the dim light, demonstrating his supreme imperial power and unchallengeable imperial majesty.

Jiang Huaizhou's eyes were bloodshot, his head was splitting, and he was having trouble breathing...

His face was pressed tightly against the cold, damp ground, the rough stones on the ground hurting his cheeks. The scattered hair on his forehead was soaked with blood and stuck to his face in a messy manner...

But at this moment, the pain in his body was far less than the pain in his heart.

Why?

Ji Wuyuan is nothing but a robber who has usurped the throne!

Obviously, the imperial power, the throne, and all the mountains and rivers in the world should belong to him!

Endless anger, unwillingness, humiliation...tear at Jiang Huaizhou's heart.

Jiang Huaizhou, unwilling to admit defeat, gritted his teeth and scratched the ground with both hands, trying to find a sliver of support. He climbed up again, but all he could find was a handful of gravel...

Even so, he refused to give up. He used so much force that the veins on his forehead and the back of his hands bulged, but he still couldn't shake Ji Wuyuan at all.

Ji Wuyuan looked at his stubborn appearance, tsk- ...

After saying that, he retracted his foot and turned around to walk back.

Jiang Huaizhou raised his head and saw blood on his face and at the corners of his mouth, it was a horrible sight.

He looked at Ji Wuyuan's aloof and arrogant back, his body trembling slightly, and his hands tightly grasped the gravel on the ground, his fingers were rubbed by the gravel and bleeding because of the force.

And he seemed to feel no pain.

Ji Wuyuan had just sat down on the wooden chair when Jiang Huaizhou laughed fearlessly again, even more wantonly than before.

"Hahaha......"

"Ji Wuyuan, do you dare to kill me?"

"If I die, there will be no possibility for you and Tang'er to live together again!"

"She will hate you forever!"

"Are you willing to?"

After saying that, Jiang Huaizhou stared at Ji Wuyuan with bloodshot eyes.

Ji Wuyuan's eyes suddenly darkened. He suppressed the urge to kill and clenched the black jade ring in his hand tightly.

Seeing that he didn't say anything and his face looked extremely ugly, but he still kept it to himself, Jiang Huaizhou's smile became more and more unrestrained.

He sneered and said deliberately with sarcasm: "If my guess is correct, not only will you not dare to kill me, you may even let me go."

"And you came here today just to give me a warning before letting me go...to keep me from having any other thoughts."

After he finished speaking, he stood up with difficulty, looking directly at Ji Wuyuan, with a smile on his lips that was full of provocation: "Isn't what I said right?"

Ji Wuyuan had a gloomy face, and his deep eyes seemed to be filled with black ice, cold and without any warmth.

After a long moment, he pulled the corners of his lips and said in a low and dangerous voice: "Jiang Huaizhou, enough is enough."

"You are provoking me like this just to deliberately anger me."

"So that I can... kill you in a fit of rage."

"I won't be stupid enough to fall for your trick!"

When saying this last sentence, Ji Wuyuan's tone rose slightly, with a hint of disdain and mockery.

The smile on Jiang Huaizhou's face froze for a moment.

He didn't say anything, but a sinister look appeared in his eyes...

Ji Wuyuan sneered at him, with a mocking arc on the corner of his mouth. His cold eyes seemed as if he was looking at a funny clown.

"Jiang Huaizhou, using women to seek revenge, what kind of ability is that?"

"You think I don't know what you are planning?"

His voice was low and cold, with a piercing chill: "You are able to stand before me in this safe and sound state, provoking me at will, simply because you are relying on Tang'er's appreciation for you."

"She respected you, honored you, protected you, and considered you her only relative. She even risked her own life to ask me to spare your life..."

"She values ​​your life and death more than anything else, but what about you?"

"Not only do you not repent, you also continue to use her to achieve your own goals."

"Someone like you is not worthy of everything she has done for you."

Jiang Huaizhou felt a pain in his heart when he heard his words, and a complicated look flashed in his gloomy eyes.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and said in a cold voice: "What do you know? The brother-sister relationship between us is not for an outsider like you to comment!"

"Brother-sister love..." Ji Wuyuan repeated these words in a low voice. Afterwards, as if he had thought of something, a murderous sneer appeared at the corner of his lips.

The words "brother-sister love" seem like a great irony...