The Empress Behind the Veil
Chapter 505 Herself Can't Get Out of Her Grips
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Except for his appearance, Leng Bingxin could not be sure what this person was the old Zhuo Ying or not, Leng Bingxin could only open her mouth wide, speechless for a while.
Liqing instead took a few steps back in fear, staring at the man in disbelief: “You? Aren't you on the Emperor's side? Why did you come here?”
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The man said nothing, just looked at him Leng Bingxin for a long time then turned his head and pointed towards his back: “Emperor is here, still not kneeling!”
After the words were spoken, everyone was frightened and hurried to turn around.
Kang Yong was wearing a golden dragon robe, under the scorching sun, he was already like a God descending to earth.
The man was so extraordinary, his cold face was as sharp as a knife, his sharp nose was already like an eagle stretching its wings. His dark eyes were like black gems given by Dali. So sparkling, so wise, but instead showing a dim light that was unpredictable.
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Especially when those gazes were fixed on him, those gazes turned even deeper and colder. Leng Bingxin's heart rate seemed to stop in an instant, then the next second was beating so wildly. The man brought so many soldiers to chase after him, did he come to chase after him again?
Couldn't he escape his grasp this time? What kind of torture will happen next?
Bei Fengchen who was behind him looked so fragile and desperate, perhaps Bei Fengchen knew of his own failure so could only show such an expression. All these years, no matter what happened, Leng Bingxin had never seen one like this.
It seemed like Bei Fengchen looked extremely hurt and sad. Leng Bingxin did not blame him at all, she knew that Bei Fengchen could not match the man.
Her white dress was like snow, her hair was like ink, her skin was like jade.
The tall bun as well as the rest of the long hair that was draped on the shoulders, such a pretty face and aura, even that slightly cold and arrogant looking expression, was, as well as that lonely and matchless temperament instantly made everyone present dumbfounded.
Not far from there, Emperor Zhaolie slowly walked over, “Jiu’er...” He muttered: “Do you know how much I hate you? Sometimes I really want to kill you with my own hands, you've always been so eager to get away from me, why? Wh why? What is it about me that makes you dissatisfied? Why do you always want to escape?”
“Hate?” Leng Bingxin smiled sadly, shouldn't she be the one who hates him? And again this man was still so arrogant, forever never knowing what he had done, always acting so arbitrarily, maybe forever this guy won't know why he wants to run away from her. If so then this man is really very pitiful!
“Yes, I hate you but I cannot kill you, for the first time in my life, I feel a contradiction for the sake of a woman!”
After hearing that remark, Leng Bingxin said nothing and did not move. There was no expression on his cold face.
This man always understood what he wanted, what was he thinking, he was so firm and cruel, never felt any contradiction, this time he could actually feel the contradiction as well?
But no matter this man felt a contradiction or not, it had nothing to do with him, the most important thing was that this man knew of hatred, this man knew how to hate someone, this man knew how to hate someone, but this man couldn't even act on himself, it meant that this man would also suffer.
Yes, Leng Bingxin knew she would never be able to defeat this man, but being able to make this man feel contradictory and also feel pain, Leng Bingxin was already satisfied.
But what made Leng Bingxin frustrated was that this man's hatred and contradictions would definitely have implications for others. At that time the innocent will also suffer.
The man was an evil Devil born to bring pain to people.
