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Chapter 133 Overwhelming the people on stage 6
Si Zhuo was playing with a dagger at this time.

This dagger is very delicate, but also a bit fancy. It is inlaid with many precious gems, but it is not fancy.

It was copied from the Zhang family by her subordinates.

She looked more pleasing to the eye, so she played with it in her hand.

Facing the bronze mirror, Yu Hua gradually removed the red color from the corners of his eyes.

Si Zhuo seemed to be quite leisurely and in a good mood at this time, she pulled the dagger out of the scabbard and let it spin around her fingertips flexibly, not afraid of hurting herself.

"My subordinates went to copy the Zhang family, and copied some interesting things from Zhang Erye's study..."

Si Zhuo said casually.

Although Yu Hua felt uncomfortable about her being by the side, he could only catch her words and ask.

"What is it that can attract the favor of the young commander?"

Hearing his flattering tone, Si Zhuo sneered, and then said, "In Zhang Erye's study, I saw a few paintings, and that painting depicts a peerless beauty..."

"That beauty is exactly you."

Si Zhuo looked at his almost perfect face with great interest.

After hearing her words, Yu Hua stopped removing his makeup, and his eyes flashed with disgust for a moment.

Then he looked at Si Zhuo with a puzzled look on his face.

"These are just insignificant things. What is the meaning of the young commander telling me at this time?"

Si Zhuo smiled inexplicably.

She picked up the sharp dagger in her hand, and suddenly poked it towards his neck, the sharp blade carried a severe chill.

Yu Hua froze all over, his hair stood on end.

The dagger did not land on his neck.

Instead, he picked up a lock of his long hair from the side.

Si Zhuo spoke again, with an extremely frivolous tone, like a disciple who molested a good girl on the street.

"In ancient times, it was always said that a woman is a disaster. I think that a beautiful woman can bear the word disaster. Otherwise, why do so many people flock to her?"

Si Zhuo casually cut off a strand of his hair.

Pick it up with a dagger and throw it on the dressing table at will.

The teasing in her tone had a hint of humiliation, but Yu Hua just smiled lightly.

"Young Marshal Miao Zan."

Yu Hua then removed his makeup.

But someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, his hands were cold, which made him stiff, and before he had time to react, he was pulled severely.

He fell to the ground immediately and was crushed under him.

His long hair poured all over the ground like ink.

But Si Zhuo was pressing on himself.

Stick it so tight.

The breath blends together.

So close that you can hear each other's heartbeat.

Yu Hua seemed to feel that there was a string in his head, and someone plucked it violently, and the string vibrated violently.

And the heart is like the strings of a piano, trembling violently.

He was stunned for a while, and just about to say something, he suddenly heard a gunshot, and the sound of the glass window being smashed by bullets.

"Oh!"

echoed throughout the theater.

Shards of glass fell to the ground, along with two people.

After Si Zhuo protected him from the bullet, he pulled him up and pushed him to a hidden corner.

I don't know when to take out a silver gun.

"Oh!"

She pointed at the place where the bullet hit just now and fired, and someone fell down in front of the attic window opposite.

When Si Zhuo came to the theater, he brought people with him. At this moment, they were chasing the assassin. There was a commotion downstairs, screams and gunshots, one after another.
She just killed the man across from her with a single shot.

No one will have a chance to shoot this way anymore.

Si Zhuo calmly put away the silver gun, brushed the dust off the hem of his clothes, and didn't panic at all about being assassinated.

If it weren't for the shards of glass in the room scattered all over the floor.

Looking at her like this, I thought nothing had happened.

Yu Hua is not her.

He was still curled up in the corner pushed away by her, his face buried in the shadows, trembling slightly.

Si Zhuo sat down in the original position.

Someone knocked on the door, it was Si Zhuo's subordinate, "Young Marshal, are you okay?"

"nothing."

Si Zhuo said casually.

The people outside the door left, there was still a noisy lingering sound outside the room, and the room had returned to calm.

"coming."

Si Zhuo said pointedly.

The dagger was still spinning in her hand just now, the sharp blade flashed coldly on the fingertips, and the white afterimage bloomed in her hand.

"Zhang Zuosi has made a move."

There was a smile on her lips.

Yu Hua didn't move, and didn't respond to her.

Si Zhuo glanced over casually, and found that his face was very pale, his hands were clutching the hem of the clothes on his knees, and his knuckles turned white.

The tragic scenes from his childhood flashed before his eyes again.

There were gunshots and screams in his ears, and the smell of blood lingered in his nose. One important person after another fell before his eyes, and he was helpless.

He was never in control.

He is afraid of gunshots.

Really scared very scared.

Especially the gunshots that are close at hand.

The gun went off.

It will affect the tragic memory to roar towards him.

He hated and was afraid.

He really wanted to remove the memory from his mind.

He has been escaping, immersed in the noisy voices on the stage, immersed in the play, immersed in other people's lives.

It's as if I can forget who I am.

Forget about the deep blood feud that you are carrying, but you can't do anything about.

until she came.

Use a nonchalant tone.

Brutally tearing apart the past he had always wanted to escape.

He is Zhang Yongji's illegitimate son.

Zhang Yongji was his enemy who hated him until his soul trembled.

Zhang Yongji is dead.

But his son Zhang Zuosi is still alive.

He wished he could eat his flesh raw.

But no revenge at all.

So he wanted to escape, to escape everything he had carried, Yu Hua's entire family's life, the blood of a whole city.

But she refused.

She let Zhang be the heir.

Once again from hideous memories.

walk up to him.

"scared?"

Si Zhuo glanced at him indifferently, got up and walked in front of him, used a dagger to part the black hair covering his face, squatted in front of him and spoke casually.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, I will protect you..."

She stroked his hair gently, her voice was low and gentle, giving people a kind of reassuring power, but the next second could drive people into the abyss.

"When you have value."

Her movements are really gentle, with a bit of ambiguous flirtatiousness, like getting along with lovers.

And her eyes are too cold.

Like the cold winter night, it makes people chill all over.

She just said it casually, without even bothering to pretend, the consolation just now was just on the spur of the moment, and she didn't have any pity in her eyes.

"What if I'm worthless?"

Yu Hua's mood seemed to have stabilized a little, but his face was still buried under the haze, his voice seemed calm, but his face was frighteningly white.

Si Zhuo sneered.

As if laughing at him for asking such a stupid question.

"It's useless, of course..."

Her fingers still fell gently on his hair, stroking gently, as if petting a pet.

"Fend for itself."

Natural indifference, breezy to the bone.

　The heroine is frantically testing on the verge of "the hero's death, the full text is over".

　　After a while, there are two more chapters.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)