El magnate supremo de la ciudad

Capítulo 43

Ye Chuhan chuckled softly, "Murong Yin is quite devoted to you, are you really so heartless that you won't even look at him?" "Lotus is heartless towards Murong Yin!"

Ye Chuhan stared at her, his eyes sharp. "Did you know from the beginning that if you showed even the slightest hint of reluctance while I was torturing Murong Yin, I would have made him bleed on the spot without hesitation? You just wanted him... to live."

The light in Lotus Eyes trembled like ripples on water.

Subconsciously.

She clenched her fingers, avoiding Ye Chuhan's sharp gaze, her voice still as calm as ever, "Sect Master, you misunderstand. Lotus has never thought that way. Murong Yin's life or death has nothing to do with Lotus."

Ye Chuhan chuckled, "Lotus, you always lie to me. Do you really enjoy lying to me?"

Lotus was startled, "Lotus wouldn't dare!"

Ye Chuhan gazed at her pure, lotus-like face.

His gaze held a deep, sharp intensity, as if he could see right through her eyes and into her heart, seeing through everything she tried to hide.

For a moment, there was complete silence by the pond.

Ye Chuhan suddenly smiled slightly.

"Actually, we should take a look and see what this famous young master Murong Yin will become after he breaks his leg." Flower Valley East Garden.

A spacious and magnificent hall.

The white jade floor shone brilliantly, and the light from several pink gauze lanterns was extremely soft and beautiful. The huge luminous pearl made the entire hall as bright as day.

Ye Chuhan slowly sat down on a chair covered with purplish-red velvet. Lianhua stood beside him, and a beautiful maid with her hair down came up to hand him a warm and exquisite incense burner made of purple gold.

A disciple from the Tianshan Snow Sect brought someone up.

The man's legs were already crippled, his bright yellow clothes were stained with blood, and his snow-white face was devoid of any vitality. His arms were being held up and he was being dragged forward.

This person is none other than Murong Yin of Murong Manor!

Ye Chuhan tucked the hand warmer into her sleeve and smiled as she looked at Murong Yin, who had been brought in.

The disciples of the Tianshan Snow Sect led Murong Yin to the center of the hall and released him. Murong Yin collapsed on the cold jade floor, covered in wounds and breathing very weakly.

He seemed to be dying soon.

"Young Master Murong Yin." Ye Chuhan's voice rang out slowly, with a meaningful smile, "Ye Chuhan went to great lengths to invite you from Jiangnan to the Tianshan Mountains in the Western Regions. I wonder if you are settling in well?"

Murong Yin coughed lightly, but his pale lips made no sound.

Ye Chuhan smiled nonchalantly, leisurely holding the hand warmer in her hands, "Knowing that Young Master Murong must be lonely here alone, Ye Chuhan specially set up a chessboard, wanting to exchange skills with Young Master Murong."

Murong Yin looked up and saw a low square table in front of him, with a black and white chessboard already set up on it, and a glass box filled with black and white chess pieces.

Ye Chuhan actually wants to play chess with him!

Ye Chuhan walked slowly to the low table, sat down opposite Murong Yin, and gestured for him to sit down. "Young Master Murong, would you like black or white pieces?" Murong Yin coughed lightly, showing no fear despite his numerous wounds. "What other tricks are you going to pull?!"

"Everyone says that Murong Yin is the most benevolent young master in the world."

Ye Chuhan gently twirled the black chess piece in the glass box, her face, as delicate and beautiful as a snow fox from the Tianshan Mountains, bearing a half-smile.

"That's why I really want to have a bet with Young Master Murong."

"What are we betting on?"

"A life at stake!" Ye Chuhan remained smiling as he sat at the low table, watching Murong Yin. His captivatingly long and narrow eyes held a warm, gentle smile. He casually pointed to a beautiful maidservant standing nearby, holding a teacup, and said with a smile, "If I lose, she lives. If Young Master Murong loses, she will surely die!"

Snap—

The teacup fell from the maid's hand, and the maid knelt on the ground in terror, facing Ye Chuhan's cold smile, trembling like a frightened animal. "Please, Sect Master, spare my life! Please, Sect Master, spare my life!"

Ye Chuhan remained silent.

He sat languidly in the soft chair, looking at the pale-faced Murong Yin, waiting for his answer.

Murong Yin didn't even glance at the chessboard. The intense pain from his broken legs could have made him faint at any moment, but he was still stubbornly holding on.

"The sect leader treats human life like dirt, but Murong Yin cannot play this game with you!"

despair!

The black ball fell from Ye Chuhan's hand and landed in the glass box.

A faint sadness appeared on Ye Chuhan's usually smiling face, and a sorrowful look appeared in his narrow eyes, making people feel that he was really, really sad.

“Then there’s nothing I can do. Don’t blame me,” he said, turning to the beautiful maid who was kneeling on the ground in terror. “Then you… are doomed to die…”

Some people might think that Ye Chuhan was just joking when he said that.

However, the maid who always accompanied Ye Chuhan knew very well what those words meant. As soon as Ye Chuhan finished speaking, the maid suddenly stood up and frantically ran towards the hall door. But...

The running maid suddenly stopped after taking a few steps.

She stood straight on the jade ground a few steps away from Ye Chuhan, and slowly lowered her head to watch the bright red blood droplets instantly stain the front of her clothes, like a beautiful flower blooming in an instant.

That was—a fatal wound.

A sharp, silver whip pierced through her chest from behind, shattering her heart completely. Blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, gushed from her mouth.

The maid, covered in blood, trembled and turned her head away. On the gleaming jade floor...

Lotus, dressed in white, stood there with her hair as black as clouds. She held the other end of the soft whip, her eyes serene, watching the maid slowly slump down before her eyes...