Return from hell, the yandere villain is not easy to mess with

That laugh was very low, with a vague sigh at the end, like a breeze blowing by, but with a bone-chilling chill.

"You bitch!" Looking back at Ji Wuhen's bewildering face, Hasen's eyes flashed with cruelty, and countless fragments flashed through his mind.

The young father Khan, the young mother and concubine, and his family are harmonious and happy.

Later, Father Khan came less and less, and beautiful women appeared one after another around her.

The mother was forgotten, abandoned, and finally died.

Even if he wanted to see his father before his death, his father refused because he was busy with official business.

The young man didn't believe it, so he ran to the dental tent in person, only to see that his father, who should have been busy, was holding a beautiful woman in his arms.

The servants said that she was the princess whom Dayu married.

From then on, Hazen hated beautiful women.

The more beautiful a woman is, the more he hates her.

Looking at the face in front of him that was similar to the bitch from back then, Hasen couldn't hold back any longer. He picked up the machete and stabbed Ji Wuhen desperately.

"Hasen!!" Not far away, seeing that Hassen wanted to kill someone, Bart couldn't help but shouted to stop him.

The other party was unmoved at all.

Bart could only watch as the golden scimitar stabbed straight at the weak woman.

Unable to bear to watch the beautiful flowers wither, Bart closed his eyes.

The next moment, the expected scream was not heard.

There was only a sound of inhalation, accompanied by a few muffled groans.

Bart opened his eyes with confusion, and saw the tall Hasson lying on the ground, his face flushed, his facial muscles trembling, and he kept exerting force all over his body, trying to get rid of the control, but in vain.

The master who is firmly controlling his neck has slender ankles, and bright red embroidered shoes with gold threads wrap around the soles of his feet.

Going up the upper part of the shoe, Bart saw the face that should have died.

"I am really curious. With your IQ, how did you achieve this position?" He exerted force on his feet and listened with satisfaction to Hasen's screams. The smile on Ji Wuhen's lips continued to grow.

Raising his hand to push the hair from his chest back, Ji Wuhen looked sideways at the people opposite with weapons drawn.

Gunhasen stabbed him, and knocked off his hairpin when he ducked sideways. Now his head was not fixed, and his hair was hanging down like a waterfall.

"Let the second prince go!!"

"Let him go!!!"

Seeing that Hasen was restrained, everyone panicked and drew their swords to threaten Ji Wuhen.

If she dared to go against the second prince, they would never let her go.

"Master Fu Hou, why haven't you said anything since you've been here for so long?" Ji Wuhen said lazily as he ignored the crowd and fixed his eyes on Fu Minghe.

Don't care about threats at all.

"Princess, don't make the same mistake again and again." Across the thick crowd, Fu Minghe stared at Ji Wuhen, who was dressed in fiery red, and his deep eyes couldn't help but have ripples.

This face overlapped with that in his memory, and turned into that of a woman in pink clothes with a slight smile.

"Master Shen, you don't care about me anymore?" Liu eyebrows raised slightly, and Ji Wuhen looked at Fu Minghe's side.

Next to Fu Minghe, Shen Qing, who had been frightened, cowered and hid in the corner.

"I...I'm sorry, princess." Shen Qing avoided Ji Wuhen's scrutinizing gaze with a guilty conscience, and Shen Qing covered his face with a large sleeve robe.

"Princess Changning, let Ha Sen go." Seeing Ha Sen's face turning pale and the whites of his eyes turning outwards, Bart felt anxious.

"Why?" Ji Wuhen added a little more strength to his feet, with innocence in his eyes, as if Bart was an unreasonable bad boy.

"You killed King Khan, and now you are holding our heir hostage. The Hu clan will not let you go." Taking a step towards Ji Wuhen, Bart stood in front of him.

"What you are asking for is just to live. As long as you let him go, I will spare your life!"

In Bart's eyes, Ji Wuhen was just a young girl who had always been pampered and ignorant of the world.

Now this is just a way to escape when someone is desperate.

"Really?" Sure enough, after hearing his words, Ji Wuhen's expression began to "relax".

"Seriously, I am the younger brother of King Khan, so I naturally mean what I say."

"Really? But...if I let him go, I really don't have a trump card at all."

"Don't worry, I will do what I promised you."

Seeing that Ji Wuhen was persuaded by him, Bart's voice slowed down, with a smile on his face, and his steps began to get closer.

One step, two steps, getting closer and closer.

Knowing that the toe of his shoe was touching Hasen's arm, while Ji Wuhen was distracted and about to take action, a long sword was placed across the back of his neck.

"Prince Bart, what do you want to do?" Behind him, Lin Zhixi stood not far away, and the hand that used to acupuncture the Khan was now holding the hilt of the white jade sword.

"Second brother!!"

"My lord!!"

Not far away, Bart's men shouted in surprise.

"You...are you his?" Bart looked at Lin Zhixi in disbelief and froze on the spot.

Faced with the question, Lin Zhixi did not answer, and the long sword across the back of Bart's neck pressed down a little more.

"..." Behind the crowd, Fu Minghe's pupils narrowed and his lips tightened.

I originally thought that Lin Zhixi was a spy placed by the Hu people.

I never thought she was Ji Wuhen's person.

"King Khan, are you satisfied with this show?" After admiring Bart's surprised expression, Ji Wuhen turned his head slightly and looked behind him.

"You...what...a trace?" Hassen, who was struggling on the ground, paused when he heard her calling her father.

"you……"

Following Ji Wuhen, everyone looked behind her.

On the big bed made of white tiger skin, the old Khan sat there, staring at them with deep eyes.

"Father Khan!!"

"King Khan, King Khan, you are still alive!!"

"See King Khan!!"

Seeing that King Khan was safe and sound, everyone quickly knelt down and worshiped.

"Get up!" After not speaking for a long time, the old Khan's voice was extremely hoarse, like gravel scraping against rubble, harsh and unpleasant.

"Let him go." Looking down at Ji Wuhen's feet, the old Khan King raised his hand and motioned for her to let him go.

As soon as his strength loosened, Ji Wuhen retracted his legs and sat back on the chair.

Lin Zhixi also put away her sword and retreated to the old Khan King.

Fu Minghe was a little confused about her behavior.

"Cough...cough...Father, she wants to kill me..." On the ground, Hassen covered his neck and kept coughing.

Looking at my father Han who had come back from the dead, his face turned white and red.

"Really?" In response to his accusation, the old Khan King asked back.

Thinking of Hasen's reaction just now, I couldn't help but feel desolate in my heart.

The son he loved the most, he wanted him to die the most.

"Father Khan, please listen to my explanation. I am eager to take revenge for you. I am doing it all for you!" Kneeling on the ground tremblingly, Hassen came to the old King Khan little by little and reached out to grab his father's hand.

"Didn't you say that you are the newest King Khan?" Shaking his hand away, the old King Khan laughed angrily, and could not help but tremble all over.

"Bring that bastard to me!"