Forced with no way out, his waist was pressed against the sharp table leg, but he couldn't feel any pain. There were tears in Jingche's eyes.
Baili Fengjian's deep voice sounded like thunder: "Are you so wronged by living? Are you so impatient to die?"
The tiger was about to show off its power, but at this moment, its voice dropped, and a mouthful of blood spurted out without warning, pouring all over the mirror.
"Master——" he said urgently, and for a moment he mistakenly thought that the ice-breaking situation between them was about to be resolved.
She stretched out her hand to support him, but Baili Fengjian took a step back, raised her sleeve to the corner of her mouth, and wiped it nonchalantly. She pulled her lips and smiled evilly, and raised her eyes slightly. The eyes in the shadow of the sleeve were dark and strange:
"I understand. Do you want to commit suicide out of fear of crime?"
His hand hung awkwardly in the air, and he slowly formed a fist, his knuckles turning blue from the force. The words he spoke lightly were like a seasoned killer who had been practicing for many years, stabbing hard into the heart, hitting the vital point, and killing him thoroughly.
No sloppiness.
Even after going through so much, he still didn't believe her.
In his eyes, she is still a sinner, but now she is a poor sinner. She has lost three of her seven souls, so she should be pitied. But a sinner never has the right to decide life and death independently and can only wait for judgment. Can she live?
Continuing to be his apprentice is a gift from him, and she needs to accept it with gratitude.
The two shadows on the window were silent.
"Yes, my sin is unforgivable. Living is simply a source of anger and resentment. I want to die, please help me." His tone was as cold as a corpse that had been dead for a long time.
The strange black color in his eyes became thicker and thicker, almost surrounding his entire eye sockets, like ink spreading, and there was an indescribable evil charm on his face.
"I thought you loved me so much, so you deserved to live no matter how humiliating it was—didn't I give you any sweetness?" He said sarcastically, lifting the man's clothes up with his hands and placing a rough and hot kiss on his thin lips.
He sucks greedily, tossing and turning over and over again, and his turbid breath pours on the person's face.
The palm of his hand slid against the person's waist, with an unnatural force. He rubbed it up and down repeatedly, causing the girl in his arms to tremble like an autumn leaf, with cold hairs still standing on her skin through a thick layer of cotton wool.
Finally, he let go, touched the corners of his lips, and concluded with a provocative sentence, "Oh, that's quite interesting."
Like five thunders, Jing Che's mind went blank, as if Pangu had not yet split the heaven and earth.
The horror caused by the kiss itself weakened, and the only thing that filled his heart hysterically was the strong sense of humiliation, which made Jing Che wish he could die at this moment.
She wanted to die just to retain her last dignity, but he thought it was a courtship. She couldn't commit suicide in despair, and even wanted to kill him with a cold and charitable kiss. Yes, she loved him, but she had never had any wrong thoughts.
, she knew very clearly what was between them. She loved openly and aboveboard, and did not need charity, but he preferred to go to her softest place, cut open the wound fiercely, and continued to sprinkle salt, making sure to be proud of her love.
of her.
They know each other's weaknesses, and they hurt each other with ease and precision.
Unable to suppress her violent whimpering, she stepped back hard: "Get out of here, get out of here!"
"What are you hiding from? Isn't this what you want? Don't you love me?" He gasped slightly, with a little blood on the corners of his lips, and his pupils were dark and ghostly. After finishing one sentence, he did not hesitate.
Lean down and kiss.
The fierce and dense kiss was like a form of torture. Jingche punched and kicked and struggled to push away, but was severely pushed into the wall and his legs were forced to be lifted up to the man's waist.
The lips were not willing to give up and the depths of her lips were searched, and the push and pull between the hands and feet became more and more intense.
"Hiss--" with a sound, the clothing material was torn open, and the warm cotton wool came out slightly.
Most of the snow-white shoulders were exposed to the air. He kissed down, and the soft and hard stubble rubbed against the delicate skin. The girl's extremely sensitive body trembled non-stop, and her instinctive reaction still exposed her youth.
She leaned against the wall and shivered, and he slowly stopped.
His face was still buried in her shoulder, and his eyes were focused on the huge scar on her shoulder. He gently rubbed it with his hand and teased it with the tip of his tongue. She was trembling more and more violently, and her jaw was trembling slightly.
Jing Che sobbed, as if pleading desperately: "Master...Master..."
With the sound of Qingming, Baili Fengjian seemed to suddenly come back to his senses, and saw clearly who the person in his arms was. He took a step back hastily and hurriedly. The strange black color in his eyes had faded, and he unconsciously held his body.
Another mouthful of hot blood poured onto the ground, which was shocking.
What is he doing?! He actually——
Jing Che had quickly wrapped himself back in the broken clothes, but the corners of his lips were still red and swollen, and tears were streaming down his face, showing the real absurdity just now.
He took another staggering step back, with an incredible look on his face, as if he had just come here to see this scene, and the culprit had already escaped. But it was clear that only he and she were standing here in the past time.
He calmed his chest, forced his breath, and was completely drunk, and then he straightened out his thoughts - the internal injuries he suffered in the Nine Heavens Holy Fire have never healed, he just drank too much and lost his mind, and the soul of the demon king in his body almost broke free.
Confinement infected and demonized his own soul.
It was like there was a time bomb hidden in his body, but every time it exploded, it was Jing Che who was hurt.
The wind and snow outside scrambled to get in behind the half-open door. As if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time, they opened the whole carved wooden door with a "beep" sound, shaking non-stop in the wind.
She just cried, as if she was screaming loudly with the ferocious wind and snow, who was more miserable. But Baili Fengjian was at a loss for a moment and then hid her emotions, turned around and left with a livid face.
The wind picked up again, and the goose feathers and snow catkins were flying, covering layer after layer, sweeping away the original footsteps, as if no one had ever been there.
The candlelight burns into tears, and the day and night burn into dawn.
The ridiculous incident was ignored, and Jingche was completely placed under house arrest the next day. Baili Fengjian was so cruel that he made a tough decision without even discussing it, cutting off all contact with the outside world, and even more
Gone were all the chestnut skins and white horse bone flower stalks she had hidden.
He personally gave her detoxifying medicine and supervised her drinking it without missing a drop.
Jing Che looked at the dark medicine, suddenly smiled sadly and asked: "Master, is the medicine bitter?"
He didn't say anything, so she picked up the drink and finished it. The medicine bowl hit the wall, and the residue spilled out and seeped into the carved wooden door. The color turned into a dark patch, like a dark eye that was blinded by crying.
Close at hand, the sky and the earth are overwhelming. The two of them are sitting at a table across from each other, and a bed of eucalyptus is carved on the window lattice. Let the light and shadow cut, let the fate unlock, the lush greenery is all the ups and downs of time, and the gaze becomes speechless.
The days began to fall into a strange cycle. Every day he came to deliver medicine, and she drank it without saying a word.
When he came on the last day, he told her: "I'm going to marry Yu Xi."
There was almost no emotion in her tone, as if she was tired. She finally reacted to these words and raised her eyes to look at him.
He finally got tired of playing this game of chasing each other and hiding from me.
Jing Che calmly swallowed the bowl of medicine and said, "Congratulations, Master."
"Um."
"When will Yu Xi be born?"
"Next March."
"..."
"..."
They talked so calmly, and there was nothing to say after that. She lowered her head and read to herself. She didn't turn a page for a long time, but he just sat there, staring at something in trance.
Master and disciple have been together for nearly three years, and they have never sat together so peacefully, because most of the time they spent in an endless confrontation. But at least the confrontation and noise in the past had life and soul, and now this
It is a kind of tranquility, but it is a tranquility with a heart as gray as ashes.
The sky darkened outside the window, and dense light snow began to fall as dusk approached.
He finally stood up to leave, and she turned to the next page. She narrowed her eyes and looked vague, then suddenly spoke: "Master, please let me leave Yunqin Peak."
Baili Fengjian looked at her deeply, and Yun Danfeng said lightly: "You are my apprentice, and you must stay at Yunqin Peak."
She opened her mouth, wanting to say a lot, wanting to beg him to let her go, but in the end, she just uttered one word: "Oh."
His figure has disappeared outside the door.
The page of the book in my hand paused for a long time, and a drop of water came down with a "pop" sound, blurring out the ink stain.
She never expected that his bride would be her, but she also never thought that if she accepted him, she would marry someone else.
But everything was done. Jing Che felt like he couldn't breathe, and felt that he would die at any time, but he couldn't. Her love was exposed to the sun, and he knew it, but he never gave her the slightest pity. He thought she was indestructible.
, In fact, she did act like this, but no one knew that she needed comfort more than anyone else, and her heart was clearer and more fragile than anyone else.
But Baili Fengjian always only confronts her head-on. They meet with swords, they are spears and shields, and they never stop hurting each other.
On the day of the wedding, Yunqin Peak ushered in unprecedented excitement. The suona and gongs kept playing all day long and refused to rest. At night, only firecracker shells were left on the floor, twisting and turning like a red line.
One step, two steps, youth is secretly changed, the bride-to-be escort team is ushered in red and green, the bed is covered with longan and red dates, the wedding veil is lifted, the bride sings the promise, give birth to a precious son early, and grow old together.
During the banquet, cups were exchanged, and the guests were enjoying themselves. Baili Fengjian opened the old wine buried in the mountain behind Yunqin Peak and drank it heartily.
Jing Che sat in the corner wearing new clothes, with two disciples beside her looking at her inseparably. She just smiled slightly from beginning to end, holding the rosary in her hands for ninety-nine and eighty-one times. It was made of new sandalwood covered with old paste and black lacquer.
The paint is like a pair of eyes, which is shocking.
People with sharp eyes will look at her a few more times, then point at her together - look, this is the sinner of the Sword Master.
When the time came, Jingche was sent back to his room, but the bustle and bustle at the other end continued. The wind and snow stopped and started again, endlessly, and there was a voice at the door, saying that someone was here to deliver medicine.