Chapter 1 She Stuck the Dagger in His Chest

S Empire, Mausoleum City.

In the cold and windy deep forest, Wen Muchu successfully rescued Lan Xiao with the guards awarded the Cross Medal.

Surprise flashed in Lan Xiao's eyes, and she rushed towards Wen Muchu: "Wen Muchu, thank you..."

Wen Muchu was a little surprised, but he still stretched out his arms, trying to catch her rushing body.

However, the next moment, what awaited him was not the warm fragrance and the warm jade, but a sharp blade that pierced into his chest extremely cold.

With a puff, the moment the sharp blade pierced into his flesh and blood, Lan Xiao's tears fell uncontrollably.

In the blurred vision, there were countless soldiers all around, rushing towards her, and countless short guns pointed at her head.

Wen Muchu stared at her blankly, and the light in his pupils gradually became dim.

He closed his eyes, and indifferently pulled out the dagger from his heart. Blood rushed out like a spring, and his white shirt was dyed red into a gorgeous black and purple, which was shocking.

This is a poisoned dagger.

"Don't hurt her, let her go..."

No one dared to disobey his orders. There was a dead silence all around, and each soldier's eyes were like a sharp blade, poking at Lan Xiao fiercely.

They rescued her, but she gave Wen Muchu a knife, and she vividly interprets kindness and revenge.

"Wen Muchu..." Lan Xiao opened her eyes wide and looked at him blankly.

Up to now, she inserted the dagger into his chest, and he was still saving her life, what was wrong?

Suddenly, gunshots rang out from all directions, and before the soldiers surrounding Wen Muchu could react and resist, their heads blossomed and fell to the ground.

In ten seconds, everyone was shot dead.

There was blood red everywhere.

Wen Muchu watched his comrades helplessly and fell in front of him, his eyes flashing with deadly despair.

Holding on to the last bit of strength, he raised his eyes to look at Lan Xiao, the corners of his lips curved slowly, and he smiled mockingly.

"You've always wanted me to die, and now congratulations, you finally got your wish."

Wen Muchu could no longer hold back his body and fell backwards. The poison was too violent. No matter how hard he was a soldier, he was only flesh and blood.

"Wen Muchu..."

Lan Xiao's heart trembled suddenly, she opened her eyes, watched Wen Muchu's chest dripping with black and purple blood, and watched him fall on his back.

She jumped at him suddenly, hugging his body in panic.

Didn't she always hate him?

Want him to die?

Why when he fell, her heart seemed to be torn apart by countless big hands, and it was in pain?

She shivered and touched his breath with her fingertips, she touched his heartbeat, she checked his pulse, the breathing stopped, the heart stopped beating, and the pulse stopped beating.

Therefore, the man she hated for so many years was killed by her own hands.

At this moment, the world was quiet, her head seemed to be blown open, and her thoughts and consciousness were all blown to pieces.

His nose was sour, and big tears rolled down.

For a moment, she was in a daze, not knowing where she was, what did she do?

Lou Yucheng was wearing a military uniform and holding a short gun. He was surrounded by well-trained soldiers and walked over step by step.

He was condescending, the corners of his lips curled into a charming smile, and he lightly condensed the breathless Wen Muchu.

S Empire ran for president this year. He and he were the most popular candidates. The difference between the two was only a hundred votes. Today is the last day to compete for the presidency.

At this moment, he became a king, and Wen Muchu was just a ghost lost in his hands.

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