The torches on the wall crackled and burned, casting confusing shadows.
Jing Che smiled sadly, then raised her head and looked at Baili Fengjian. This simple move almost took up all the courage in her life.
Proud people always live a very tiring life and rarely allow themselves to bow their heads. Especially when facing the people they love, they are always extremely sensitive and refuse to let any wind and grass bring down their self-esteem, even if they are already in this embarrassing state.
"It's me." She slowly grasped the blade of his sword and pulled out the sword that had penetrated a few inches deep into her shoulder blade. "Master."
A line of red ran down the palm of my hand, and it slid down to the ground along the snow-white sword blade. It was as sticky as honey in the past.
"What on earth are you doing?" His suppressed eyes were filled with anger. When he saw her dressed in red, she looked even more enchanting, with her half-exposed breasts stained with blood. He laughed angrily and pulled his lips viciously, "You are really
It’s becoming more and more shameless!”
But he threw away the sword, took off his robe and covered her body, and at the same time tapped several acupoints on her shoulders to stop the bleeding.
Jingche didn't push him, and allowed him to wrap himself up as if he was eager to cover up something shady. When he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a dense shadow on his face. His expression was half sad, half revealing resistance: "Save me, you."
You will regret it.”
"Come back to Jiahuang Mountain with me first." He suppressed his inexplicable anger.
As if she heard something ridiculous, she said with a sarcastic expression: "Are you going to take me back?"
He narrowed his eyes and looked at her again, and the hand that was resting on her shoulder stopped moving. His shadow shrouded her head, and his heavy breath poured into her hair: "What do you mean?"
"Isn't the meaning obvious? Otherwise, master, why do you think I let Ah Ye go?"
"When did you get together with the people from Lincang?" His tone was the same as before, with a smile on his lips, as casually as if he was asking when he had eaten. However, he squeezed her shoulders tightly, almost giving her a hard squeeze.
crumb.
"Collusion, you were the one who forced it." She also smiled calmly, her shoulders seemed to be being tortured, and her mouth remained silent.
"You're asking me, what did I force you to do?"
The cause is true, the effect is false, but coupled with her temperament of love and hate, the cause and effect match perfectly. Her voice gradually increased in speed, becoming more and more urgent as she spoke, like a thunderstorm getting closer and closer: "Don't think that I don't
I know that you and that woman did those adulterous things in Yunqin Peak. That woman is pregnant with your evil offspring and you want to occupy my house. You help her protect her and indulge her. Are you not forcing me?
It’s true that I just love you, but that doesn’t mean I have to love everything you love—”
With a "pop" sound, a slap in the face exploded in the silence, and the words were cut off.
"Didn't you bring this upon yourself?" She was almost blinded by anger, and began to speak viciously. The force in her hand rebounded into her palm, making her whole body numb. When she saw five thoughts immediately appeared on her face
Fingerprints, Baili Fengjian immediately began to regret his impulsiveness. Knowing that she was soft-hearted and not hard-hearted, he slapped her like this. Wouldn't it add fuel to the fire?
"Yes, I brought it upon myself, but Baili Fengjian, you can see clearly who the unlucky person is!"
Half of her face was reflected on the blade, looking determined, and then it was quickly thrust into the flesh. Baili Fengjian lowered his eyes and saw that her hand was still holding the handle of the dagger, cold and sharp, as if she was close at hand.
Deep in my heart, it took me a while to slowly feel the pain.
The delicate jade hands were stained with ferocious blood, which was shocking.
"Master," she took a few steps back, and her face brushed against the stubble on his chin. She leaned in slightly and whispered in his ear, "Good night."
"Where are you going!" Baili Fengjian was eager to take a step forward, but found that she had placed a restraining spell on the dagger. A simple magic trick he had taught her actually trapped him in place.
.
"It's not Yun Tanfeng anyway." She had already left, and her soft voice came over without any flaws. However, there were tears on her face when she turned away from him, and her vision was blurred.
For Qiying, she could only do this.
Baili Fengjian stood there, touching his lower abdomen with his hand. His fingertips were sticky with blood. He pinched it in his hand, and his heart suddenly felt uncertain. He couldn't figure out what emotions were underneath this disguise, and he was even more surprised.
Since when did this girl, who was full of emotions and emotions, start to remain calm, and he couldn't even see through her at a glance.
The confrontation lasted for a long time until now, he stabbed her, and she stabbed him back. They were destined to find a balance between this imbalance, using extreme pain to prove their pride, and to calculate the gains and losses of their relationship. He is water,
Under the unchanging waves, she can cope with all kinds of situations in the world with ease, and overcome strength with softness, but she is fire, rampant and indestructible.
Fire and water are incompatible, fire and water are incompatible, what is written in the marriage book is a farce. It should be exaggerated and turned into a bitter drama to end, but time is not a drama, and the story behind the book cannot be seen.
People are destined to rise and fall in destiny, so they should accept their fate, but a stubborn and proud person is not willing to admit defeat.
The elongated shadows gradually faded away at the same time, just as something between them began to explode into pieces after extreme expansion, leaving nothing behind.
Hong Yi and A Ye had already left outside, and no one came to pick them up. Jing Che, dragging his scarred body, miraculously staggered around all the sentry posts and returned to the Lincang camp. As soon as he entered the tower,
He fell to the ground and fell unconscious.
When he was in a coma, Jing Che had a long dream. In the dream, he was drunkenly dancing his sword under the Mo Tower. The snow that night covered it for a long time, but it was covered by the surging warm blood.
Melting into a crimson color.
In the dream, his face was extremely clear, and he still looked like he was smiling with his lips stretched out. His stubble was clearly visible, his eyes were slightly hanging, and he was not serious, as if he didn't care about anything. Then the sun came up, and the whole white horse bones were opened overnight.
petals, he sat in the pavilion, his dark eyes reflected the tranquility of the years.
"Ah Che," he was supposed to say, which coincided with his memory, but his mouth shape changed: "Isn't this your own fault?"
It's your own fault, it's your own fault. With the sound of swords and the jolting feeling, this dream is extremely tired. You want to break away but you can't. Jing Che suddenly wakes up from the dream. Every inch of his bones is sore. He tosses and turns, squeezing the cold sand.
Shidi, she completely woke up.
There was a moonlight above my head, surrounded by wilderness and mountains. I was still wrapped in Baili Fengjian's robe, and the wound on my shoulder had condensed into a black mass of blood inside. It didn't hurt anymore, but it was very sloppy.
Looking around, he realized that he was leaning on a person. The person's body was covered in ulcers and his flesh and blood were mangled. Jingche almost jumped up without warning, but after taking a closer look, he realized that the person was Qi Ying.
"Seven Shadows!" She pushed him gently.
Opening his eyelids half-closed, Qiying squinted tiredly, then opened them decisively. His handsome face became blurred, except for a pair of bright black eyes, showing the determination of a tough man who would never give up.
"Where are we?"
"We escaped." Qiying smiled weakly, his face was filled with ulcers and bones, and his expression became ferocious.
"Escaped?" Jing Che straightened up, looked around again to make sure they were no longer at Lincang Camp, and asked in surprise: "How did we escape?"
Suddenly, she saw Qiying's bloody trousers, with only one badly ulcerated boot exposed.
She covered her mouth, the moonlight reflected in her tears and shone brightly, and her sobs were uncontrollable: "You..."
After cutting off his left leg that was bound by an iron chain, he escaped from the pool and happened to meet Jing Che who had passed out at the entrance of the tower. The people of Lincang did not expect that there would be such a hard-blooded man among Zhenyi people.
Unexpectedly, Qiying just used one foot to carry Jingche for thirty miles.
Qiying knew that his time was coming, so he waited until she woke up so that he could finish his last words: "Ache, this is not far from Xuebei County. When you go back, help me bring a message to the Fu**...
…I finally can no longer fight alongside them.”
"You are not allowed to say your last words!" Jing Che cried and knelt down beside him.
She always knew that he was such a tough guy, with an iron frame. His heart was so big that it could accommodate the whole world, but it was also so small that he could only focus on this one thing and devote his whole life to it.
She cried and hugged Qiying, almost sobbing: "Qiying, just wait... I will carry you on my back. We will go back to Xuebei County. Uncle Lu will come to heal you. What does it matter if you break a leg..."
Qiying smiled with relief: "At least you are still alive, whether you can go back or not... it doesn't matter anymore."
He raised his hand tremblingly, hanging in the air without purpose. Jing Che knew what he meant, and tightly closed his ulcerated hand with both hands.
In the past, Qiying Xu would have blushed and avoided it, forgetting how to speak. However, at this time, he just smiled at her very relievedly: "Actually, I am tired after watching the world for so many years.
…”
"I just want to see..."
In fact, I just want to see what you will look like when you grow up, and see if you still maintain this pure original intention when you grow up. The girl's smile lingers in my mind, like the most precious thing in the world.
Magnificent treasure.
The second half of his words was choked in his throat, and he didn't say it for a long time. Finally, he fell silent again and returned to his smile that said everything was in vain.
The smile became shallower and shallower, and the eyes closed tighter and tighter.
"Qiying, don't sleep!"
When she drank like this, Qiying's dim eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed to have some energy: "Ache, do you still remember, I left two of your teeth marks on my right hand..."
I still remember, of course I still remember, she choked with sobs and nodded desperately.
"At that time, you were a cute little beast with thorns all over your body. I remember your most beautiful appearance was..."
It was in the woods after leaving Wangchuan Underground Palace that day that she smiled at his glance back.
"Actually, they are both beautiful... I have never seen such a beautiful girl... Really..." Qiying held her hand and raised the corner of his mouth, "Live well, Ah Che."
It's like a death knell, the final word, wailing across the ground.
Because of fear, Jingche held his hand tightly. Qiying closed his eyes, and the hand in Jingche's palm dropped obviously weak.
"Qiying!" Jingche cried sadly as his head was buried deep in his festering chest.