Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

Qing Yu, who was in a coma, vaguely heard the cry for redemption coming from his ear, and the humble plea for mercy accompanied by insults.

She opened her eyes dazedly. Was she dead? Was she in hell?

My vision gradually became clear, and when I looked around I found that this was not the case.

She was sitting on the ground, or to be more precise, lying on her side, with her hands tied behind her back. She was surrounded by many soldiers, and it looked like she was in ancient times.

"Oh, how is that possible?" Qing Yu couldn't help but sarcastically think in his heart.

Either I am dead or I am dreaming.

She forced herself to sit up until she noticed a soldier, raised his sword high, and swung it down. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and a man fell in a pool of death.

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat. She looked carefully and saw several bodies lying on the ground. It seemed that she was the only one left.

She looked up and saw a man sitting a few meters away. He was extraordinary and majestic, exuding noble and elegant spirit from the inside out, but more importantly, he was cold-blooded and ruthless.

His cold eyes were looking at her with contempt, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was extremely disgusted, as if he hated her just for being in the same room with her.

But she didn't know him, and everything in front of her was too real, which made her feel that she would be the next one to enter hell.

But, shouldn't I be dead already?

Before here.

Qing Yu held a knife in his hand, and drops of blood dripped along the blade. His fair skin was stained with bright red blood, and the noise just now seemed to still echo in his ears.

She stared blankly at the two people soaked in a pool of blood, her heart already devoid of any feeling.

She wanted to put an end to her unhappy childhood and start a new life.

Unexpectedly, this miserable fate was playing tricks on her. It was over, it was time to end. This garbage life kept dragging her into the abyss.

The tears have long been gone in the indifferent eyes. There is no hope, only destruction, the destruction of everything.

She loosened her hand and the knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Standing at the highest point of the roof, looking at the world, the lights are bright, but there is no place for herself. She feels no pain, but at the same time she has lost all the beliefs that supported her.

It's over, the nightmare should be over.

She hoped that if there was an afterlife, she would rather be a cold-blooded person, doing whatever she wanted all her life and controlling everything she wanted.

Even if no one cares, even if she has no relatives who love her.

She leaped forward, relaxing her limbs to welcome death.

But obviously death has not come yet, but it is not far away from her.

Qing Yu moved her legs and tried to stand up. She wanted to confirm where she was again.

Where is this?

The next second, the soldiers who noticed her movements put several swords against her neck and pressed her to the ground again. The cold touch reminded her again and again that this was not a dream.

The handsome and cold man waved his hand, and the sword blade slightly left her neck, a little further away from death.

"It seems he's still alive." The man's magnetic and hoarse voice was restraining his inner desire to kill.

But the man's playful look made her heart tighten unconsciously, and she swallowed her dry throat.

Qing Yu looked straight at the man, and the man stood up and slowly approached her.

"All your slaves have betrayed you. Tell me, will your father come to save you?" The man looked down at her, who was extremely fragile at his feet.

Slave? Father? What was he talking about? Qing Yu was completely confused.

In an instant, a strong hand grabbed her neck and pulled her body up with powerful force. She was forced to stand up, and a painful feeling of suffocation attacked her brain.

His bound hands were powerless to resist, his throat was strangled so tightly that he could not make any sound. He could only open his mouth and gasp for air while struggling, fighting for hope of survival.

Why is this happening? Wasn't she already dead? Why could she still clearly feel the pain and fear of death?

"Didn't you say that you'd do anything to save your life?" The man's contemptuous anger deepened, and the words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

In an instant, he loosened his hand again, and Qingyu's limp body fell down. His head was dizzy, tears filled his eyes, and he coughed and gasped violently to relieve the discomfort caused by the suffocation just now.

The man's rough movements were no joke, and if he used just a little more force, she would die.

Qing Yu gradually regained consciousness. Although she didn't know why she appeared in this strange place, she was sure that she was kidnapped and the person in front of her was the murderer.

The man looked down at her miserable appearance, his heart was not satisfied, the hatred in his eyes almost overflowed, killing her would not relieve his hatred, he wanted to torture her.

He sat back down, his eyes full of teasing smiles, "As long as you stand here and take off all your clothes, you can get a chance to survive."

Every word the man said hit her nerves, and even all the guards around her felt their hearts tighten. For a woman, this was no different from asking her to die. Death, at least, had dignity.

After calming down, Qing Yu raised her eyes and stared at the man. The man just wanted to humiliate her. She had suffered a lot all her life, so this little humiliation was nothing to her.

While her thoughts were wandering, the man had already ordered the soldiers to untie the ropes that bound her. Yes, he wanted her to face this loss of dignity by herself.

"elder brother!"

Suddenly, a shout interrupted them temporarily.

Qing Yu turned his gaze to the person who came in, a man in his early twenties.

He and the person sitting there look very similar, but the difference is that one has eyes like a devil from hell, while the other has eyes like a messenger of clarity and justice.

"What are you doing here?" the man's tone softened slightly.

"Brother, you know she is innocent, she didn't do anything, it's just..."

"Innocent?" The hatred in his black eyes deepened again.

These two words were particularly harsh to his ears.

"Remember Wen Shu, no one in the Jiang family is innocent!" The man's voice was not loud, but it beat as powerfully as a drum, beating their hearts.

The man named Wen Shu pursed his lips and said no more.

The man continued to look at her, "Why? That sounds nice."

Qing Yu stood up and moved his pale lips, "Do you keep your word?"

The man was stunned. He could not hear any emotion in her words, and the cowardly fear in her eyes just now disappeared. He didn't know if it was his illusion. Why did he feel that this woman was different?

"Why don't you try and find out?" The man rested his bony fingers on his chin and looked at her coldly.

Perhaps this would be her only chance of survival. She lowered her head and stared at her clothes. They were all ancient costumes like theirs. The plain-colored wrap-around long skirt was fastened with straps, and the lining was milky white, one layered on top of another.

Seeing her hesitation in her movements, the man thought she was afraid. Sure enough, her calmness just now was all an act.

She raised her eyes to observe the man's expression. Although he remained calm, his eyes showed a dark and contemptuous smile, and he was looking forward to the next good show with a playful look.

Qing Yu thought about it in her mind. Since the man killed so many people without blinking an eye, one could imagine how terrifying he was. What she had to do now was to obey.

"How about this, let me take a closer look?" She began to untie the knots of the straps, staring at the man's eyes like swords and slowly approached him.

The man never expected that the woman who had just been crying and begging for mercy and fainted from fright would now be so bold and arrogant, approaching him step by step. Not only him, but everyone present was shocked by her action.

Is this woman crazy?! How dare she challenge His Highness?!