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Nie Wan remained silent.

She was very weak, and her opponent was something she had never seen before, something unimaginable, a trap that had been laid long ago.

In this situation, speaking would only make you look foolish.

Doing nothing, saying nothing, and passively observing the situation is the best form of resistance.

Nie Wan remained motionless and unmoved, but Shao Wenjun could not remain so calm.

"My lord! Lord Ye Rutan! You can't treat me like this!"

"You're the one who told me to kill her! You're the one who told me everything would be alright if I killed her! I was just following your orders, you can't just discard me like this!"

He struggled as he spoke, clearly unaware of what was trapping him there.

Seeing that his pleas for mercy were ineffective, he turned to angrily cursing Nie Wan: "Why aren't you dead! Have you become a ghost? Let me tell you, even if you become a ghost, I won't be afraid! I haven't wronged you, I haven't begged you for anything, it's all your own doing, it's all your fault!"

Suddenly, his cursing stopped and turned into painful wails.

His tongue had been cut off, and blood was constantly flowing from his mouth.

Nie Wan was lying on top of him without him noticing. His painful and distorted face was right in front of her, and the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth fell onto Nie Wan's withered fingers.

Nie Wan's hand was gripping his throat tightly, squeezing so hard that his face turned pale and he was almost suffocating. He couldn't utter a single word, only blood kept gushing from his mouth.

Nie Wan saw herself in his unfocused pupils; she indeed looked like a demon, as if she had returned to claim her life.

They are indeed doing something that takes lives now.

If she could just let him die by her own hand, then all the hatred could be avenged, and her own obsession could dissipate.

You don't need to know why this person made such a choice, you don't need to think about where you went wrong, you don't need to keep recalling that utopia that he also once shared...

No more suffering...

Nie Wan slowly loosened her grip, allowing Shao Wenjun to breathe, but her hand remained on his neck; with just a little more force, his bones would be twisted into pieces.

Since you've already started, why not just kill him?

That cold, inorganic voice rang out again. At that time, without comparison, it was impossible to hear. Later, after having many conceptual voices for comparison, not to mention Nie Wan, even Lan Xiangyuan could feel the difference in the concept of desire.

"Is it really just a concept?" Lan Xiangyuan murmured to herself.

Nie Wan said, "I have my own guesses, and we can find time to talk about it properly later."

“Okay.” Lan Xiangyuan gripped the dagger made from the Fortune Goddess RV tightly in her hand, ready to fast forward.

She had a premonition that the same concept of lust she had for Shao Wenjun would be applied to Nie Wan.

That was a more terrifying form of torture.

Shao Wenjun could not sway Nie Wan's mind, but what made him special was...

Do you still care about your parents? Even though they've become like this?

Two fireworks suddenly exploded from the lava, and within them stood two figures silently.

The moment Lan Xiangyuan saw the two bodies clearly, she raised her hand without hesitation, and the dagger slashed through the image, causing the illusion to flow by quickly.

But she knew that Nie Wan must have seen it clearly too.

Even if I couldn't see clearly when I was next to her, I could see it clearly when I was next to Shao Wenjun.

The two pillars that had shattered her utopia, the two people who had given her life again...

bulging eyes, everted lips, ears that looked almost torn off...

Lan Xiangyuan wished she could wield the dagger in her hand with dazzling skill, but no matter how fast she wielded it, she still had to endure it second by second.

Her arms ached from waving them around, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to go faster.

However, the dagger's ability to control is limited. Even if she wanted to cut a black hole in front of her, new memories would still slowly take shape in the black hole.

She sniffled, let out a sob, and then burst into tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm so useless..."

She desperately wanted to protect Nie Wan, just as Nie Wan protected her in the concept of fortune and misfortune, but she couldn't.

She's so useless...

Suddenly, someone grabbed my shoulder and pressed against me.

Nie Wan buried her face in her shoulder and said, "It's okay. If it's absolutely necessary, I can hide my eyes here and not look."

"And it's okay, it's okay now. I would have been scared by the sight back then, but I won't be now."

[Your parents are dead, you know that. Actually, you should have died too; death would be to reunite with them. But you didn't die because I like you very much. I always felt that you had untapped potential, and you willingly buried it. I think this is because you yourself don't know what your potential can enable you to achieve.]

So don't blame me for using such extreme methods to bring you to me, and don't blame me for using such extreme methods to provoke you now. Good steel must be forged in fire to polish a fine sword.

Now, it's time for my reward. Just promise me you'll kill him first.

Shao Wenjun heard every word clearly. His constricted pupils suddenly dilated, not only because the bone-chilling fear made him feel cold all over, but also because he could indeed feel the hands gripping his neck and shoulders tighter and tighter.

"Waaah...waaah..."

He made a few soft sounds, and his hand unconsciously gripped Nie Wan's wrist, perhaps wanting to beg for mercy, or perhaps wanting to push her away.

But Nie Wan's attention was entirely focused on those two bloodied and mangled faces.

You're keeping this person around because you want to see your parents reflected in them, aren't you? But if you kill him, I can show you much more. If you're willing to work hard, you can even bring them back to your side.

Shao Wenjun screamed even louder, gripping Nie Wan's wrist tightly.

However, his strength was no match for Nie Wan's, and his willpower was even less comparable.

Soon, he rolled his eyes and was about to faint.

In the status bar, the suffocation debuff is getting darker and darker, and the health bar above my head is dropping little by little, soon to reach zero.

But when the health dropped to the last three percent, it suddenly stopped declining.

Nie Wan let go of Shao Wenjun's hand again, stood up, her gaze still fixed on the two faces she didn't want to face. Without saying a word, she stood next to Shao Wenjun.

What? You still feel deep down that you're inferior to this person, right?

He was Mom and Dad's own flesh and blood. His death would be devastating for them. But you are just an outsider, a lowly person with criminal blood. So even though he betrayed you, tortured you, killed you once, and pushed you into this desperate situation, you still can't fight back, right?