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This negotiation is not very clever, Ji Huai and Zhan Hua are very clear.

Ji Huai is betting that Zhanhua knows what is on him, but Zhanhua can only choose to give up compared to his life-but what if there is a compromise option?

The blood on Ji Huai's body can suppress the poison on his body, giving him a chance to have both fish and bear's paw.

Ji Huai is betting on his greed.

The two confronted each other silently. After a long time, Zhan Hua hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, with a sinister look, "You are smart."

This is room for negotiation.

But Ji Huai didn't feel very happy. If it was someone else who wanted to kill him, he might still be proud of his quick wit for a moment, but this person in front of him was Zhan Hua.

When he was abandoned by everyone, he was the only one who reached out to him.

He has lived for more than 20 years, and he is the only one who will bring him food and wipe his hands when he closes the ancestral hall.

He was hunted by so many people, the only one who would come to save him.

In his short life of more than twenty years, the kindness he has received from others is pitifully small, but if there is such a little bit, he will happily accept it.

Zhan Hua rescued him and protected him, Ji Huai felt that even if Zhan Hua wanted him to pay with his life, he would be willing to give it.

But in the end, those loves were false, but it was true that he wanted his life.

He not only lost his life, but also lost his heart.

Simply the biggest idiot in the world.

So much so that he played some clever tricks to persuade Zhan Hua to let him live on for a while, which made him look so pitiful and ridiculous.

Ji Huai laughed at himself, he was groggy after taking the medicine, and thought that even if Zhan Hua put something in the medicine and killed him right now, he would have no power to resist.

Better to get a good night's sleep before dying.

Thinking of this, he simply lay down and closed his eyes.

Sleep peacefully, and let him die or live.

When he was drowsy, cold fingers stroked his neck, causing the man who was about to fall asleep to shiver, and opened his eyes suddenly.

Zhan Hua was staring at him with unknown meaning, his eyes didn't look like murderous intent, but it still made Ji Huai feel the danger.

"Didn't you say you want to give me blood?" Zhan Hua lightly pressed the wound on the side of his neck that had just been medicated before, the pain made Ji Huai's face turn pale.

Ji Huai slapped his hand away, gritted his teeth and said, "As long as it's blood, don't bite my neck again!"

Zhan Hua was not angry when he slapped his hands away, and his voice was cold, "give it to me now."

Ji Huai only felt a tightness in his chest, and he reached out to Zhanhua, "Give me the knife."

Zhan Hua handed him a delicate and compact dagger with a sheath on it and a longan green gemstone inlaid on it.

Ji Huai pulled out the dagger, his eyes fell on his wrist, the sharp blade gleamed coldly, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and swiped hard.

As a result, the expected pain did not hit. He opened his eyes and found that the blade was easily clamped by Zhan Hua's fingers and stopped just a few feet away from his wrist.

Zhan Hua looked at him with a half-smile.

Ji Huai glared at him sullenly.

Zhan Hua took the dagger from his hand, "This knife was forged by a master forge in the Western Regions, it cuts iron like mud, isn't it possible that your strength will break this wrist?"

Ji Huai said angrily, "Didn't you say it earlier?"

Zhan Hua put the dagger back into the scabbard, threw it on the bed, pinched his wrist with cold fingers, then lowered his head and bit the thin flesh on it.

A stabbing pain came from his wrist, Ji Huai groaned, feeling ashamed again, he gritted his teeth and stared at him angrily.

Zhan Hua's fingers were cold, but his lips and tongue were warm. The tip of his tongue gently swept across the stinging wound, and the blood on it was swept away, leaving a moment of moistness and numbness. Ji Huai subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but he held it back. Hold on to the wrist.

Zhan Hua raised his head, the corners of his lips were still stained with sporadic blood, which was particularly conspicuous on his cold white skin, making him look like a demon monk who cannibalize flesh and blood.

"Ji Huai." Zhan Hua's eyes fell on Ji Huai's side neck, and his voice was a little hoarse: "The blood on your neck tastes better."