089 tit for tat

Of course, Lin Yarong doesn't really want to kill King An.

No matter how much she hates, she is not stupid enough to do such an obviously unprofitable thing.

However, at this time, she was really angry.

very angry.

The blade was not very sharp, and Lin Yarong finally consciously turned down. The short knife in her hand just wiped King An's left abdomen and slid aside, but she still pulled out a bloody mouth in King An's hand.

"Lin Yarong, are you crazy?"

An Wang fiercely pushed Lin Yarong away and looked at her with hatred in his hand.

There were noisy footsteps outside the door, and then Lin Yarong heard someone outside and asked loudly, "Your Majesty, are you all right?"

Lin Yarong looked at An Wang, and she raised her hand to dry the blood stains on the corners of her mouth. She looked calm and seemed to be not afraid at all.

An Wang stared at her, as if he wanted to see through her and see through her. But the look on King An's face became more and more strange and uneasy.

The people outside the house asked again uneaslessly.

"Get out!"

An Wang roared fiercely outside the door, and then he turned his head to look at Lin Yarong and whispered angrily, "Lin Yarong, you are crazy."

Lin Yarong raised a sarcastic smile at the corners of his mouth: "If I were really crazy, the knife just now would not have left a mark on your hand. It should be inserted directly into your chest."

"You are not afraid..."

"Are you afraid? If I were afraid of you, I wouldn't come today. Lin Yarong interrupted King An's words, "Don't threaten me with the people I care about, otherwise my knife will never leave a scar on your hand next time."

After saying that, she turned around and left.

She didn't want to look at King An again. Even if it was a glance, she felt that the man in front of her was disgusting.

King Ke'an held her tightly again.

Lin Yarong turned around and looked at King An contemptuously: "What? Do you want another knife?"

He looked down at the wound on his hand. An Wang smiled and raised his hand and gently licked the blood on his hand with the tip of his tongue. He said slowly, "Lin Yarong, you are not afraid of me, but do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Somehow, a feeling of uneasiness suddenly hit Lin Yarong's heart, but without waiting for her reaction, An Wang's hand pulled her to fall to the ground together, leaving a mass of blood stains on the green velvet carpet.

An Wang pressed Lin Yarong and covered her mouth, with scary eyes flashing in his eyes.

"No one, no one has ever left two wounds on me, and you are no exception."

An Wang spoke in a low and soft voice, almost whispering, and then in Lin Yarong's struggle, he suddenly tore her clothes.

The knife originally held in his hand was robbed by King An and thrown far away long before it fell to the ground. Lin Yarong only felt that the air in her chest was getting less and less. She grabbed her hands up and thought of what she had caught or pulled away. The covered mouth and nose could not breathe any air, and her consciousness gradually began to blur. She could feel her struggle getting lighter and lighter under the coercion of King An, and her chest was cold.

She stared at the man on her body with wide eyes.

"Ha ha, I can see the fear in your eyes." King An stared at her greedily as if he saw the baby, as if any fluctuation on her face could arouse his interest.

"Lin Yarong, please. Please, I'll let you go."

For some reason, King An's face was abnormally flushed, and his injured palm had been dripping blood. Soon, Lin Yarong's chest was stained with a large area of blood.

The air in her chest seemed to have been squeezed dry, and King An's voice was like floating smoke, crashing into her ears intermittently.

Inexplicable fear is full of fear in her heart. Yes, she is afraid.

She is not afraid of death, and she is afraid that she will never see Sun Jingbang again.

His mind was full of Sun Jingbang. Lin Yarong was afraid that he would never have a chance to say "I love you" to Sun Jingbang again.

She has never been as scared as this moment.

When consciousness was completely out of her mind, the hand covering her mouth suddenly loosened, and a large amount of air poured wildly from her mouth and nose into her body.

She coughed violently.

I don't know when, An Wang let go of her, stood far away, and looked at her with an unpredictable look.

Her voice seemed to be burning, and Lin Yarong couldn't care about anything. She couldn't help breathing. She held on to the ground and wouldn't let herself fall down. But tears gushed out from the corners of her eyes, falling on the back of her hand and silently sliding to the ground.

"Your Majesty, there are distinguished guests."

Prince Ji's voice sounded softly outside the door. King An looked at Lin Yarong and laughed happily. He raised his voice and said, "Please come in."

The sound of pushing the door attracted Lin Yarong's attention, and someone walked into the house from the outside.

consciously looking up, Lin Yarong first saw a pair of soap-horned shoes, then embroidered gold thread, and finally her eyes fell on a familiar face.

There was astonishment, embarrassment, confusion, suspicion, and finally surprise.

"You...you are..."

Before the man finished speaking, the light voice of King An heard Lin Yarong's ears: "Prince Mojilu, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Lin Yarong finally remembered who this familiar face was.

She never thought that she would meet Mojiru in such a situation.

And all this is thanks to one person.

Unable to suppress her inner hatred, Lin Yarong looked up at King An, and her knife was not far away.

Maybe she should have stabbed King An in the chest so that she didn't have to be insulted.

However, Lin Yarong knew that she could not regret it.

She didn't care about wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes or the embarrassment at this time. Lin Yarong trembled and raised her hand to cover her chest. She saw a large area of blood on the plain collar and the white middle coat inside, and the hem of the skirt was also torn.

She shrank her legs, and she didn't want anyone to see her helpless.

A robe suddenly covered her body and was tightly wrapped from head to toe.

Looking up, Mojiru's face was close at hand.

Something has been turned out of the depths of memory, and it seems that eight years have never left a mark on Mojiru. He was still handsome and strong, and at this time, Mojiru's face was slightly worried.

"Madam!"

Mojiru tried to reach out to help her, but Lin Yarong shook her head and stood up in great confusion.

She didn't look at Mojiru, even if Mojiru had just helped her.

Seeing the smile on An Wang's face and the sarcasm at the corners of his mouth, Lin Yarong slowly walked over unsteadily.

Prince Mojiru, please allow me to introduce you. This is Mrs. Zhenguo, Mrs. Sun!" There was a trace of revenge in King An's eyes, and he showed his inner pride at this time without concealment.

Lin Yarong didn't know what Mojiru would look like when she heard that she was the wife of Zhenguo. She doesn't care or interest.

She just looked at King An.

Look at it like that.

Then, she raised her hand and slapped An Wang in the face.

A slap with all my strength.

Loud and hard.

"Do as you wish."

After saying these four words softly, Lin Yarong wrapped herself in a robe and walked out with her head held high.

When she came in, she raised her head. When she went back, she didn't want to lower her head. Even if she was overwhelmed at this moment, she would not lower her head to King An.

She would rather die than give in.

And all this, she swore that she would eventually return a tit for the king.