Knowing that life is like quicksand, it will be lost no matter what, but he still wastes his last bit of energy to prove that he really cares. Jing Che thought of the more than half a month in Sheppard County, when Qiying took care of her meticulously, almost leaving her
Holding it in the palm of her hand and protecting it, she finally understood, but she had accepted it heartlessly in the past. Originally, he should not have been involved in today's trap. She was the one who harmed him, and she was the one who implicated him, but he didn't say a word.
Blame her, as long as she lives well.
This silly big man who is a bit dull, this big boy who often blushes because he can't compete with her, this leader who works hard for his people, this indomitable warrior who wants to make his master come out. He is upright, he is brave, he is fearless, he dares
Zuo DaDa. He is the fastest runner in the world, but after all, he cannot outrun time or death.
He was standing in front of him so alive, but in an instant he was like the corpses in the hundreds of coffins, turning into bones and rotten earth.
Jing Che has never been so clear as at this moment. It turns out that people are just tiny ephemera played by fate. She has always felt that fate treats her well and always saves his life at the critical moment. But now she finally knows,
One day fate will get tired of playing with her, and with a stroke of pen and ink, her soul will return to Wangchuan.
Whoever is destined to die is destined to escape this fate.
The sun and moon have no light, the mountains and rivers have lost their color, and only the sound of sorrow lingers between heaven and earth, lasting forever.
I don’t remember how long it took, Jing Che said dumbly and raised his head alone, his eyelids red from crying were slightly closed, and he didn’t say anything desolate, but the weather was cold.
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The next day, when soldiers near Xuebei County found Jingche, she huddled up holding the stiff and cold body of Qiying, with her head buried deeply and her eyes fixed, no matter what others said to her.
Ignore them all.
No one dared to touch her because she was a disciple of Baili Sword Master, even though she was the one who let the imperial prisoner A Ye go last night.
There was a sound of "rustling" footsteps gradually. There was a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground, and the sound of being crushed was like a piece of painless joy in the quiet morning light.
"Jing Che." A black robe stood in front of him, and he called out in a smooth and irrelevant tone.
She turned a deaf ear.
He knelt down and pinched her chin, forcing her to look directly at him.
Her eyes finally gained some focus, and the light green stubble in her eyes was growing wantonly. Seeing this familiar face was like a wanderer seeing the bright moon, or an expedition soldier hearing the local accent, and he began to rediscover the sounds and colors of the world.
to belong.
The matter was finally over... She finally no longer had to assume another identity, talk duplicity to him, and draw swords against him.
Her eyes were filled with water, and she wanted to cry in his arms wildly and catharticly, but in the end she didn't have the slightest strength, and she felt unfamiliar with his sharp gaze.
The chapped lips were slightly closed, and the hoarse voice was bitter: "Seven Shadows are dead."
And his tone was cold and extremely vicious: "Then how dare you still be alive?"
She bit her lip and was speechless.
She always regards him as a star in the sky and earth. No matter how much harm they have done to each other, she is still as inseparable as if embedded in his flesh and blood. He stabbed her unintentionally, and she stabbed him back because she was forced. She naively thought that all this
Everything can be saved, thinking that he is her only one, she is extremely eager to open her heart to him at this moment and tell her grievances, the Lincang people's persecution of Qiying and the threats to her, but everything is still choked in her throat and she has no time to speak out.
, but he only asked her how she dared to live.
One word is enough for the heaven and earth to collapse, and the darkness is like a great tide that floods the island, and no light can be seen.
His expression changed to a sneer, his spine straightened up, Jing Che stretched out his hand to push away his fingers holding her chin, and looked into the person's eyes: "I'm not dead yet. If you have the ability, you can kill me."
Their eyes met each other, and their expressions were almost like swords and swords. They wanted to kill each other, but they seemed to want to carve out a piece of their own flesh and blood, which was impossible no matter what.
Baili Fengjian turned his back angrily and saw from the corner of his eye that the early morning sky was sliced and slanted by the light. There was no emotion in his tone, and there was no smile in every word. It was like a knife piercing his heart: "
Contain Qiying’s body and send it to Xuebai County, and escort her back to Jiahuang Mountain.”
Jing Che buried his head again and ignored his words. His expressionless and cold face was like a dirty porcelain statue, without soul or vitality. He maintained that posture as if he was inseparable from Qiying's corpse.
The illusion that people will stand here for a long time may turn into a lifeless stone at any time.
Several soldiers stepped forward to separate Jingche and Qiying.
They pried off Jing Che's fingers one by one, but she didn't cry or fuss or struggle violently. She was just extremely stubborn and refused to let go as if she was holding on to the last life-saving straw. In the end, several people worked together to be rough.
He folded Jingche's arm behind his back and imprisoned him before dragging Qiying's body out.
Qiying's originally covered face was revealed, and all he could see was that his face was swollen and blue. Although the fester had stopped, his facial features had long been blurred, and bones could be seen in the severely corroded areas. What was even more shocking was that Qiying's right leg was ripped apart from the ankle.
It was cut off, and the sand and stones were rubbed into the flesh and blood, which was extremely brutal.
There was an outcry. No one knew what happened. But the only survivor, Jing Che, said nothing.
Baili Fengjian stood silently on one side, pursed her thin lips tightly, and repeatedly rubbed the pattern on the scabbard with her index finger. The concave and convex texture matched the lines of the fingertips.
He stared at Jing Che's right shoulder, and now a large amount of fresh blood oozed out. Baili Fengjian's expression was slightly touched. How was the injury on her shoulder? At that time, they only tapped a few acupuncture points in a hurry, and there was no time to bandage them.
——What does he want to do with this? It's just an injury. Even if you don't care, it will always be fine. No one will die anyway.
Jingche staggered and was forcibly pulled up, but Xu had been sitting for too long. When he stood up, his eyesight turned black, his soles softened, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Her face was covered with a layer of dirty fallen leaves and sediment, which made her mouth taste bitter. The unmoving boots in her sight couldn't help but move eagerly. She gritted her teeth and endured it before he reached out to help her up.
, propped up his knees and stood up by himself.
Baili Fengjian retracted his hands and put them back into his robe, and led her away with her back straight, still wearing his robe from last night.
After a while, the anger on his face was calmed by the sound of wind, and a wry smile appeared.
She was as hard as a stinky rock, and she made it clear that she would not accept any pity... But because of this, he couldn't help but worry about her.
But he was still clear-minded in his heart and would not go beyond his reason to protect her. Qiying died and Aye escaped. There was no way that these things could be clouded by his soft heart.
It was up to her to explain what exactly happened.
But what Baili Fengjian never expected was that Jing Che didn't say a word. He was even tortured until he fainted and woke up again, finally prying a sentence out of Jing Che's mouth:
"I only told Baili Fengjian."
She had already resisted calling him master.
When he entered the fairy prison and saw her, she had just been lifted off the torture rack.
Her throat was tight, her heart was worried, and her brows were slightly annoyed. She was his disciple, and she should be dealt with by him no matter what, but the punishment disciple didn't even come to ask, so he sentenced her privately. He rarely punished her.
She was now tortured into this embarrassing state. No matter how many sharp conflicts she had before, she became soft-hearted.
His tone was no longer as aggressive as it was at the beginning. He knelt down and tried to talk to her on an equal footing: "What do you want to say?"
She slowly raised her eyes in the dark prison, unable to argue with him: "Do you believe me?"
Baili Fengjian began to frown. He didn't like to answer questions that were based only on emotions without any reason. He needed a complete cause and effect.
Seeing his clear expression, before he could speak, Jing Che's lips curved into a vain sneer: "I know, are you trying to say again, 'What do you want me to believe in you?'"
Baili Fengjian said nothing, which was regarded as the acquiescence.
"It's everything," the dirty face looked brightly, flashing with expectation, as if it had gone back and forth thousands of times, with struggles of love and hate hidden in the ravines, "Can you, can you believe everything about me?"
"How can I trust you if you don't explain yourself clearly?"
"Why do you always care so clearly? Why do you have to have a reason? Why can't you trust me unconditionally?"
Three consecutive rhetorical questions were thrown out, which meant he was a bit hysterical. The breath in his chest was confused, and Jing Che coughed up a mouthful of blood.
She wanted him to know that she had given him all her love and did not ask him to repay the same love, but at least, no matter what she did or said, he would give her all his trust and indulgence in return. She was not unwilling.
A reasonable girl, but she hopes to get full recognition in his heart.
Baili Fengjian leaned over and wiped the blood from the corners of her lips, then took her hand and adjusted her breath, but his expression looked helpless and tired.
He was very tired of her attitude. In the past, she insisted on trivial matters, so it was fine for him to comply with her wishes. But now it was a big deal that should not be trivial: "Ah Che, when will you stop
Unreasonable?"
Jing Che laughed: "It's unreasonable to make trouble? Master, do you still think that I am doing my own evil? I have suffered so much, so I deserve to die, right?"
"Can't you just talk properly? Why can't you tell me what you're hiding?"
"Yes, I have a hidden secret. Didn't I tell you? You want me to go to Mo Tower Hall and tell everyone in the Nanqiong Sect that my hidden secret is that I fell in love with my master, but he was having an affair with another woman.
I am jealous and unwilling to give up my child, so in order to get revenge on him, I am willing to fall into collusion with the people of Lincang!"
His hand was still covering hers, and the cold touch on his fingertips spread to the bottom of his heart. He knew that she was not talking nonsense, that she was very awake, and her extremely paranoid and excessive sobriety actually made him feel