The suffocation slowly faded from the darkness and my head was groggy.
Zhao Yijiu felt that his eyelids were very heavy. Although he was already awake, he still took five or six minutes to re-mobilize all perceptions.
During this period, he heard the sound of a horse whip gently scratching the wooden board, and the sound of breathing at almost one distance.
The touch under his body was hard and the temperature behind him was cold. His eyelashes trembled and he felt the "unfreedom" of his body.
The next second, Yu Xing's malicious voice sounded: "Wake up? Don't pretend to be dead when you wake up, 'Lord God', let's see your current situation."
The memories of ghost wine are recovered.
Tsk, by the way, he relied on his identity to give Yu Xing a mouthful, but because he was too confident, he was rebeled by Yu Xing.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yijiu frowned and opened her eyes. The sunlight shone through the tree canopy on him, which was dazzling and brought a warm feeling.
Sure enough, Yu Xing sat next to him and looked at him from a downward angle.
Zhao Yijiu was shocked and immediately observed his position. He found that he had his hands and feet tied with hemp rope and threw them on the loading hard truck. Behind him was the ominous "goods" that looked like a coffin.
No wonder, even with the sunshine, he still felt a cold air flow from behind and into his body.
"You--" Zhao Yijiu spoke, and the hoarseness in his voice scared him. Perhaps the toxins in the sweat drug were harmful to his throat.
So he became even more dissatisfied, and he supported himself and struggled violently, and said to Yu Xingke half-truely: "Is this how the escorts deal with people? If you can't beat them head-on, you can drug and attack them?"
Yu Xing held down his movement that seemed to be able to break the hemp rope. He used some force on his hand and left a few finger marks on Zhao Yijiu's shoulders.
He looked at the man who had the courage to complain first with a gloomy face, "So what?"
The moment he looked at each other, Zhao Yijiu's struggle became weaker.
The fingers that were hooked on the shoulders had a strong presence, revealing a sense of forbearance, and the blue pupils were as deep as the abyss, indicating that the owner of these eyes was in a very bad mood.
Zhao Yijiu is more instinct when he is in a ghost state. His own pleasure is the most important, so he often does not use his brain, but now, his brain nerves are beginning to beating one after another.
The blood in his eyes also seemed to have solidified, a little cramped.
strangeness.
Why do you feel that Yu Xing seems to be really angry?
Why are you angry? Just because he took a bite into his neck and sucked some blood? But for Yu Xing, this injury is like being stabbed by a needle, and at best it will hurt a little.
Ha, he is a great ghost, and it is already rare to be willing to be obedient in the general direction. Could it be that he has no qualifications to let Yu Xing feel ache?
Zhao Mou and Yu Xing wouldn't really think that if they could domesticate him to that level, what's that? An obedient dog?
Countless rhetorical questions occupied Zhao Yijiu's thinking. He didn't understand why Yu Xing was angry. According to past memories, Yu Xing could not be so stingy.
But the fact is that after Yu Xing said "So what?", he said nothing and looked at him with a look that was too cold to Zhao Yijiu.
Zhao Yijiu found that he could not stand this kind of gaze, and he could not stand it in any state.
"Hey, then are you going to tie me up like this?" Gui Jiu moved again, raising his voice to hide his slight fear.
Yu Xing let go of his hand, his eyes flashed over his blue shoulder, and the wound that was whipped out of the previous fight.
The wound was not bandaged and still showed a fresh red color.
It is hard to describe what kind of mood he is now. Yu Xing didn't want to speak, so he turned over from the cart and said lightly in the sight of Zhao Yijiu following: "I won't offend anyone. Since he has offended me and fell into my hands, don't think about leaving."
Zhao Yijiu's bad intentions were aggravated. He asked: "Do you want me to follow your team to marches? Do you want me to use it as a free thug?"
"Hitman?" Yu Xing chewed the word, turned his head and suppressed the sneer at the corner of his mouth, but there was still a depressed breath that made him blurt out, "The first thug to kill me after untied the rope? Forget it, I won't raise a tiger to cause trouble."
"Look at your situation clearly. You are a goods. When you arrive in Fengtou Town, I will sell you. I believe the local wealthy families will be very satisfied with your 'thug'."
Isn’t it killing two birds with one another when tied to the “coffin” on the cart?
Yu Xing didn't want to admit that he had no such plan. He calculated the time and put the sweat medicine to make Zhao Yijiu sleep for two hours. Now it's time to wake up Zhao Ruru and prepare to set off again.
He threw Zhao Yijiu behind him, knocked him lightly outside the camp twice, and successfully shouted Zhao Ruru, who was still vigilant and did not sleep until he died.
Zhao Yijiu, who was thrown on the cart alone, looked at Yu Xing's back getting farther and farther away, opened her mouth and stopped, and remeasured the situation.
The wound was not treated, his stomach was not filled, Yu Xing didn't even give him a false smile, nor did he calculate the account of biting his neck... It was broken.
No matter how unrelated Guijiu is, he realizes that things are going big.
He moved his body, and the character "Guiji"'s long hair spread out seemed to be against him, and he wrapped around him and almost pulled his scalp down. He struggled to change to a more comfortable position. On the other hand, Zhao Ruru, who had listened to the accident, rushed over.
Zhao Ruru also knew that the God of the Dog is an individual, but based on this, it can be inferred that the relationship between the Saint and the God of the Dog should be childhood sweethearts. Although the two have different positions, the relationship will not be too bad no matter how bad it is.
She felt Yu Xing's emotions, and after hearing the whole story, she guessed that Zhao Yijiu was in a state of ghost consciousness. She decisively thought that these two people might have some unhappiness. Before she could deal with her, she quickly ran to Zhao Yijiu with the urgency of "the saint heard that the dog god was chasing him."
She frowned and scolded: "Why do you want to help the high priest capture me? Is the identity of the God of the Dog? We obviously don't like each other!"
Before Zhao Yijiu could say something, Zhao Ruru said again: "Look at you, you have trapped yourself now? But you deserve it, you are cruel enough to kill my savior... If it weren't for the strangeness of this forest that could make people come back from the dead, the head of the archer would have only one corpse left!"
Zhao Yijiu's pupils shrank.
Wait? Wait!
His face turned cold, as if he was mocking, but his hands tied behind him were already tightly clenched: "How could your savior be that fragile?"
"Ha? What are you talking about?" Zhao Ruru widened his eyes, thinking to himself, "You understand what I want to say, "Where is there a way out for people to be bitten through blood vessels? Do you think anyone is a 'dog god'!"
"I tell you, I will not help you, nor will I unlock you. You deserve it if my savior wants to treat you!"
After saying that, Zhao Ruru ran away. She wanted to remind Yu Xing not to be disturbed because of a good relationship. Your good teammate who is ill with a brain probably didn't expect that you would be so slim after changing your identity, and even think you are like before...
"Peng!"
The wooden cart was smashed hard by Zhao Yijiu's sole of the boots.
His face turned pale and he wanted to break the hemp rope to explain, but he remembered the hint that Yu Xing would not let him break the hemp rope, and stopped anxiously.
Yes, he forgot, or rather, he never thought that Yu Xing would be as fragile as everyone else.
He was used to Yu Xing's inhumanity and strength, so he bit open the blood vessels and flesh without any scruples, letting his desire for blood and his naughty nature, and making a "harmless" joke.
After biting his neck, Yu Xing fought back quickly, and he looked completely uncomfortable, which made him feel that Yu Xing was the same as usual.
But if...
The reason for not being discomfort is "resurrection from the dead", the price of this joke is a life...
Zhao Yijiu kicked the cart again, but the cart didn't fall apart. He reminded him again that since he changed his role, everyone was limited to the physical fitness of the character, including himself.
So how could Yu Xing be an exception?
There is no doubt that he was in trouble.
Damn, Yu Xing wouldn't think that he really can kill in the state of a ghost!
It's so crazy. How could he kill Yu Xing? No wonder Yu Xing looked at him like that just now. Was he very disappointed with him...
No, it won't be disappointment.
Zhao Yijiu knows Yu Xing so well.
Yu Xing only doubts himself, doubting what he is in his heart, whether he can even take Yu Xing's life for pleasure.
It must be very sad.
The first time Guijiu found out that he had done something stupid that was difficult to end, and it was the first time that he had an idea-
Is it better to be in normal condition? If he is normal, he will definitely be very obedient. He will not be able to die once, and he will not be so stupid that he will forget the system prompts.
And he is now Inuji, and there is no reason to even want to apologize.
Crazy, crazy!
Forget it to be killed!
Zhao Yijiu hated this feeling. Countless negative emotions and noisy thoughts were pricked in his mind like hundreds of thousands of needles. His eyes fell on the coffin-shaped goods beside him, and his heart was straightened.
If he was killed, Yu Xing would be so smart that he should be able to feel his apology. In addition, Zhao Ruru, a sensible girl, explained in the middle...
Just as Zhao Yijiu was clamoring with his eardrums and he rang into the hard corner of the coffin without hesitation.
A hand quickly reached over and pressed his head back.
Who blocks me!
Zhao Yijiu looked over gloomy, but saw Yu Xing go back and look at him with an unsightly gaze.
He stopped his expression and immediately said, "The Saint told me just now that you are a crispy skin, and you will die if you are bitten..." I don't know that foreigners are so fragile, and I don't want your life.
The second half of the sentence was blocked by a cake and Yu Xing stuffed the food without sweating into Zhao Yijiu's mouth, and his mood turned cloudy and sunny.
He has adjusted himself.
No matter how big a matter is, ghosts are always easy or heavy, and ghost wine must be the same.
Isn’t it just a life? It’s just for him to give it to Brother Jiu. It’s as much as you want and what’s so angry about?
Chapter completed!