Chapter 9: Will this king be a tyrant?

Nan Yan whispered in horror. At this moment, Zhu Feng suddenly stretched out his hand, stretched out his long arms, grabbed her cloak, and suddenly pulled her back.
Nan Yan fell on him suddenly, but felt that the man's chest was as hard as a rock. She seemed to hit a piece of ice, and when she raised her head, she met him in the dark, like a bottomless pool. Eyes.
Nan Yan shivered with that cold gaze.
But Zhu Feng stared at her and said in a deep voice, "You said, this king is a tyrant?"
"..."
"You said this king is a tyrant!"
"..."
"This king, will he be a tyrant?"
His hand was holding the cloak on her chest, only a short distance away from her neck. Nan Yan had the illusion that he was strangling her neck. Not only could he not open his mouth, but he could not even continue breathing.
She struggled: "Your Highness."
Zhu Feng's eyes, like a bottomless cold pool, were still staring at her, but in the cold pool, there seemed to be a cluster of tiny, invisible flames burning faintly.
He repeated: "This king, will he be a tyrant?"
He seems to be particularly concerned about this question.
An aura suddenly flashed through Nan Yan's chaotic mind. At the moment before she was almost suffocating, she finally struggled and said: "Whether your Royal Highness will be a tyrant depends on what your Highness does."
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"If your Royal Highness thinks I was wrong, it doesn't hurt to kill me."
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"But the tyrant's notoriety, no matter how many people you kill, you can't get rid of it!"
After saying this, she looked at King Yan with some trembling.
In fact, before she finished speaking, she knew that she had "said the wrong thing." Just now, Li Xuan did not even dare to resist at all. He just obeyed his will and was killed by him. And when she said these things, she was dead. A hundred times is not enough.
She slowly closed her eyes, almost desperate, waiting for the knife to fall.
However, the expected knife didn't arrive. On the contrary, she felt that hand slowly loosened, and the clothes tied around her neck slowly loosened. Nan Yan shuddered and slowly opened it. Closed eyes.
Those dark and deep eyes looked at her without blinking.
I don't know whether it was because he was staring at him so hard that he could not breathe, or he let go of himself, Nan Yan only felt that his chest suddenly relaxed, he poured in a big breath of cold air, and suddenly coughed.
This cough was a little unstoppable. She coughed so hard that she could not straighten her waist and her cheeks were flushed. After a while, she barely calmed down the depression in her chest. When she raised her head, she met Zhu Feng's cold eyes. .
He said, "Well, this king wants to see if what you said is true."
Without looking back, he ordered: "Drag these people down and lock them up."
The guards were also a little dumbfounded. They didn't expect that His Highness would really spare them, but they didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly escorted these scared people back.
Just as they turned around, they heard a light laugh in the night.
"Interesting, interesting."