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The other party didn't know if he was too confident or indifferent, but he didn't even bring a covering hat or mask, but just raised his eyes like that and stared at himself through the mirror, expressionless, numb and indifferent. In the darkness and moonlight, the silver mask glowed with a gloomy and terrifying chill.
It was the slave. But hasn't his spiritual power been deprived of it? There was even a faintly visible sign of a blue slave whose mental power had been removed from his ears!
The spiritual power Lu Sujun feels from him now is stronger than anyone in this empire. He knew that this slave's spiritual power source had been deprived for a long time, and the reason why he was so suppressed that he was unable to move could only be for one reason-he had a new spiritual power source in his devastated body?
But how is that possible?
Who opened the cage that trapped this monster?
Lu Sujun's hands and feet were suppressed by the mental force, and he couldn't move. The hand on his shoulder seemed to weigh thousands of pounds, causing a slight cold sweat to ooze out of his forehead in an instant.
He noticed that the side of his neck wasn't even a dagger, but a cold piece of iron after smashing the lamp. However, just this piece of iron could kill him in the blink of an eye.
The horror climbed up Lu Sujun's back a little bit, and he said with difficulty: "You want to kill me?"
The people behind him stared at him and did not speak, but Lu Sujun's back was even colder.
Because of the light reflected by the bleak rain, he saw the dark eyes of the other party looking at him, gloomy and calm, but there was no hatred, some were just a thick death qi crawling out of the abyss, as if looking at him Like a dead thing.
It was really scary, and Lu Sujun couldn't help but think of how he would do anything to retaliate against those who had brutally treated him when the monster in the cage was opened.
At the same time, Lu Sujun also remembered the royal officials, the warden of the military prison, and several prisoners who had died frequently in the past few days. The royal family is conducting an investigation, but the people surveyed seem to have lost their memory and can't remember where they have been recently. If the mental power is strong enough, it can erase the memory of the other party by destroying the other party's spirit.
He suddenly realized something, and his heart was terrified.
So, who exactly restored this slave's mental strength and reloaded the weapon - Zhu Jing?
He dared not continue to think about it.
The iron piece did not scrape off, his hands and feet were tied by his own tie, and then he was thrown in the corner like garbage. He watched the man rummage through his room and finally found something. At the end of the document requesting marriage, there is a page refusing marriage.
Jin Zhao walked over with the pen and document, tilting his head.
Only then did Lu Sujun realize what he was going to do, and he struggled violently, with a mouthful of blood in his mouth: "You think I'll sign? I won't, unless you kill meβ"
Before he finished speaking, the iron piece cut his neck without hesitation.
The blood gushed out, just a smidge away from the artery.
The person in front of him is not afraid of killing people, because the blood on his hands may be the most in the entire empire.
Lu Sujun was panting heavily, drenched in cold sweat.
He realized he was afraid.
The mentally powerful slave squeezed his hand, clamped his fingers, forced him to hold the pen, then pressed his hand and placed the document there. The pen and ink dropped the first dot on the document, and then quickly, under Lu Sujun's trembling, he wrote the first word.
The huge room was silent, only the slave in front of him cast a bleak shadow on the ground like some kind of terrifying beast. As if he was confining his prey, he was intimidating and persecuting the external threats.
He was almost using mental power to force Lu Sujun to write.
Lu Sujun gritted his teeth and struggled violently, but to no avail.
He stared at the second word that was about to be written, and suddenly sneered silently: "Even if it's not me who is by Zhu Jing's side, it will never be you. There is also Princess Suya, and more people in the empire. Jing is a general, with a high status and a lot of people around him. Have you counted how many slaves he brought home? Well, let me tell you, there are a total of one hundred and twenty-three, and you are just one of them."
The mental power exerted on his wrist suddenly stopped.
Lu Sujun intuitively found the weakness of the other party, disregarding the wound on his neck, and continued to say sarcastically: "He will bring you home, heal you, and maybe provide you with a warm place, but it's just a whim. It's just a matter of compassion."
"It's like treating the dirty wild cats and dogs straying by the roadside. When the interest comes, feed some. If the interest is gone, you can guess if it will be kicked away."
He felt a sudden burst of anger from the slave, and the eyes that had been deadly raised suddenly stared at him, with scarlet eyes.
His expression was as if he had crawled out of hell, and it was chilling.
But Lu Sujun also noticed the panic in his eyes, although it quickly disappeared, turning into gloom and death. But Lu Sujun still caught it. He had guessed the slave's mind, and he was no different from those wild dogs that were picked up and brought home. After being given a bite to eat, thought had found shelter. But what a ridiculous idea
That's the kind of wagging thought that only a stinky rat in the gutter can have.
Jealousy and revenge made Lu Sujun ignore it and take the final blow: "Also, he personally agreed to this marriage in the royal hall this morning."
Jin Zhao opened his eyes wide, and the moment he heard this sentence, his brain buzzed.
The overwhelming mental power that suppressed Lu Sujun suddenly twisted, as if he could not bear some kind of pain and anger.
Lu Sujun pinpointed this gap and tried to fight back. He kicked him fiercely, but he obviously underestimated the man who was once known as a war machine. It didn't take a second for this man to touch him again. On the wall, he was severely punched in the stomach and turned blue.