Luxury family's favor: BOSS's forbidden heart

She stabbed the devil. How could he let her go easily?

"A chance to kill me." Huang puchong's voice rang softly. It was clearly a sad word, but he said it very seriously.

Ziqi was scared to step back. She couldn't hear such words now. Just listening, she was afraid.

What made her more afraid happened. Huang puchong turned around and faced Ziqi. The position where his chest was wrapped with gauze was white, but Ziqi felt that there was blood infiltrating there. She was afraid to reach out and hold her head.

Huang Pu had no expression on Junyi's cheek, but when she saw Ziqi's fear, a wicked smile was outlined at the corners of her mouth.

He raised his hand and threw a dagger heavily on the ground. The end of the dagger was made of gold and inlaid with many precious stones. It was very valuable at first sight.

But Ziqi didn't care about the valuable dagger. In her mind, only the feeling of panic was spreading. She felt that she had been forced to a cliff by Huang Pu, and she could fall down and break to pieces at any time.

The dagger fell on the floor and made a harsh bang. Zi Qi jumped up with her head in her arms, then frowned and said uneasily, "what are you doing?"

Huangpu got up slowly and walked in the direction of Ziqi. The closer he was, the more flustered Ziqi's heart was, and the harder he covered his cheek.

Frightened, she asked loudly, "what do you want? Huang puchong, what do you want?"

"Pick up the dagger." Huang Pu said coldly, "use this dagger to stab me here."

His eyes were cold, his slender and delicate fingers pointed to his abdomen, and his icy voice rang out in the empty room: "poke it down and you'll be free."

Freedom, that is a very attractive word. The more you are imprisoned, the more you will feel that freedom is very beautiful and full of fantasy.

Ziqi's hands were tightly pulled into fists, and her fingernails were deep into her palm. The pain made her calm down.

Her eyes looked at the beautifully decorated dagger on the ground, and a voice kept reminding her: "you're going to be free, you're going to be free, you're going to be free..."

The premise of freedom is to kill Huang puchong.

It was like a magic spell that kept spinning in her mind and encouraging her.

Ziqi bowed slowly, lotus root white hand stretched out, slowly approached the exquisite dagger, picked it up, stabbed Huang Pu, and she was free.

She took the dagger in her hand and got up slowly.

Huang puchong stood in front of him. He was very calm. His slender and exquisite fingers were still pointing to his abdomen. He said to Ziqi, "come here."

Obviously, it was a terrible thing, but he was so calm and calm. Ziqi didn't know whether Huang puchong was really afraid of death or whether she was afraid to stab him.

Her hand holding the dagger kept shaking. She bit her teeth to calm herself down, but her teeth kept shaking and clattering.

She stretched out her hand and found that her arm had no strength at all.

The cold voice of Huang Pu choked in her ear and kept ordering her: "come on, come on, don't ink, hurry up..."

The more he shouted at her, the more flustered she became.

Just as the dagger was about to approach him, her hand shook badly, and the dagger fell to the ground with a bang.

Trembling with fear, she fell to the ground and shook her head.

He shouted at Huang puchong in horror: "I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it..."

She couldn't do it again. Giving him a dagger killed him. That kind of panic from the heart frightened her.

She was flustered. She was afraid. She wanted to find a place to hide herself. She wanted it to never happen.

But Huang puchong didn't let her go at all. He bent down and picked up the dagger on the ground, then stretched out his hand and took her hand.

His abrupt move made her uncomfortable. She wanted to break her hand, but her strength was not as strong as him.

He broke her fist with great strength, and then put the dagger in the palm of her hand and let her hold it.

"It's a rare opportunity. If you miss it, it's gone. Do you understand?" his voice was very gentle, like coaxing a child who loves to eat.

Ziqi tightened her hand holding the dagger, raised a smile at the corners of Huangpu's mouth, and gently said to her, "you have only one chance. If you miss it, you will never want to be free."

Ziqi's eyes looked at the dagger. On the finely decorated dagger, the ruby emitted a dazzling light. It was full of luxury, but it was not grounded at all, but she couldn't do all that Huang puchong asked.

The dagger in her hand fell to the ground again, and she curled up behind her in horror, away from the dagger.

Looking at Su Ziqi's reaction, Huang puchong smiled with satisfaction. He reached out and picked up the dagger on the ground and put it in his hand.

Ziqi curled up in the corner, holding herself, trying to calm herself.

Huang puchong stared at her. I don't know how long it took. When she felt stiff holding her arm, Huang puchong gently said, "come here."

As soon as she looked up, she saw the dagger he played with in his hand. The dagger disturbed her. She shook her head and refused.

"Come here." Huang Pu raised his voice.

Ziqi was stiff and looked at him. There was no expression on his face. The dagger turned in his hand, shaking Ziqi's eyes.

"Come here." seeing her look at herself first, Huang Pu's voice was gentle.

Ziqi frowned. She said uneasily, "I can go there, but can you put the dagger away?"

Huangpu looked down at the dagger in his hand. Without any hesitation, he quickly threw the dagger on the cabinet not far away.

"Come here." looking at the dagger falling on the cabinet, he turned back and said to Ziqi again.

What would he do? Want her to pay for her life?

Zi Qi was restless and moved close to Huang puchong. Her mind told her that there were many problems in her mind, which made her very uneasy.

When he came to Huang puchong, he didn't say anything and stared at her calmly.

The calmer he was, the more flustered Ziqi's heart became. At this moment, she thought of a word, the calm before the storm.

Her hand was gently pulled into a fist. She lowered her head and thought, and then quickly looked up, as if she had made a great determination, and looked firmly at Huang Pu.

"Huang puchong, kill or cut. It's up to you. I, Su Ziqi, have no complaints."