Jing Che's hair stood on end immediately, and he took a step back and saw his silhouette vaguely in the darkness, sitting on the edge of the coffin with his legs crossed, a wine gourd on his waist, and a sword in his arms.
The two people looked at each other, separated by dark air, airtight.
In a daze, this scene seemed familiar. It was the first time they met. He smiled slantingly and said, "Ah Che, you're awake."
However, what was waiting for her at this moment was not that he would hold her hand and walk out of this place, but that she would have to confront him head-on again in order to escape.
There was no light in the darkness, and he couldn't smell his breath.
He sat there with a casual tone, as if the two of them were having a long conversation face to face: "Lian Yexiu can instigate rebellion, how did you do it?"
Jing Che chuckled and said disdainfully: "He is even stupider than you. I told him I knew Jing Che's whereabouts. As long as he lets me go, he will help me without hesitation."
Baili Fengjian looked at the person in three directions, and finally said: "What a clumsy lie... You think I don't know what kind of person you are?"
After being exposed, Jing Che didn't panic and continued to laugh: "Oh, now my eyes are sharp and my head is clear, but how come I have been deceived so many times before and you didn't notice it."
Baili Fengjian ignored her sarcasm and insisted on asking: "How did you lie to Ye Xiu?"
Jing Che said with a sincere and cunning look on his face: "I told Ye Xiu that I was Jing Che, and he believed me."
Baili Fengjian seemed to have heard something funny: "Then you are really a clever liar."
"Do you know what I told him?" The light and shadow in his eyes were flowing, and his expression was unclear. The corners of his mouth were curved seductively, as if he was hiding a mystery.
"explain."
"I told her that the night I left, the entire Yunqin Peak was decorated with lights and colorful lights and was beaming with joy. I could have escaped, but I was stupid enough to run back and ask my ruthless master if he could not marry that woman," Jing said
Che's tone was calm and a little sarcastic, as if he was talking about other people's affairs and it had nothing to do with him. "Later, it was said that I killed the woman Master wanted to marry, killing two people. It was an unforgivable crime, but I
I still ran away, bearing all the charges. Oh, by the way, I also cut a drop of blood from my heart and asked Yesiu to hand it over to my master. Tsk, tsk, the dagger was inserted into the heart, and a drop of blood came out. It was shocking to see.
But I can't feel any pain, why? Because that year my master threw me into the phantom fire burning field, burning me until only four of my seven souls were left..."
Her eyes became more and more aggressive, and her words gradually weakened. A pair of big hands came hard on Jade's neck. His anger was barely concealed. Finally, his hands slowly relaxed and he calmly uttered a few words:
"How do you know this?"
"Jingche is an innocent girl, she will say anything if she is given a little sweetness."
"I underestimated you." His nervous expression calmed down. Her words just now almost grabbed his heart, and he almost thought that Hong Yi was Jing Che.
"Looking down on me?" Jing Che retorted, wearing a mask and brazenly, "Have you seen me?"
Jing Che lifted his legs and stepped out of the coffin, but he unexpectedly held him down, pulling his face up, and a silver mask reflected in his bottomless eyes.
After looking at it for a moment, Baili Fengjian laughed and said lazily: "That's true."
Jing Che also smiled, with the sword in his sleeve already pressed against the palm of his hand, ready for battle, and his body tensed as if facing a formidable enemy.
Even so, Jing Che didn't see clearly when he made the move. The wrist that was pressed against his abdomen was grabbed and forcefully pushed behind his back. He drew the sword in his sleeve and threw it to the ground.
A crisp sound landed on the ground, and Baili Fengjian's voice was in his ears, with a hint of nonchalance that he had a chance to win: "Don't make any small moves."
Then a pair of big hands came up and slid their palms against the person's waist, as if they were deliberately provocative, and the force was so strong that it was unnatural.
Jing Che gently and deftly pushed his hand away, but there was a trace of exhaustion in his soft and charming smile: "After a hundred miles of fighting, I'd better leave this move to other women."
Putting his finger on the person's lips, he rubbed his lips and shook them, raising the hair on his body to make him feel solemn. He smiled contemptuously and said to his ear: "**? You think too highly of yourself. Haven't you been fucked by thousands of people?
What? Anyway, you are a prostitute, and I have never been a prostitute."
Prostitute|Female?Whore|Customer?
Yes, he was right. This was the brand that the original Hong Yi brought to her. Now that she is assuming the identity of Hong Yi, she must endure these humiliations and must embody Hong Yi's coquettish character until these gradually become her character.
part of it.
She had to put aside the sense of humiliation that belonged to Jing Che, so even though she felt sad at this moment, she did not deny the insult and looked at him provocatively: "Baili Fengjian, I don't think you dare to prostitute me either.
of."
"oh?"
"Because I look like your apprentice, right?"
He narrowed his eyes: "It's just a sound resemblance. If she comes back dirty like you, I will kill her with one sword."
"Then why don't you kill me with one sword?" Jing Che hooked up to his neck like an extremely enchanting snake, lying on top of him, his cold mask pressed against his stubble, and his voice dropped,
Faintly turned into a joke.
"Are you my apprentice?" His waist was pressed against the edge of the coffin, bearing Jing Che's weight on his body, his hand still rubbing up and down her back, a smile on his face.
"It's a good thing I'm not, otherwise wouldn't it be incest if we were so ambiguous?" She faced his posture and raised her hand to rub the man's stubble.
The familiar touch, a shallow ring had just grown, soft and hard. A moment of infatuation flashed in his eyes, and in the next second, the catkin suddenly turned into a hand knife and slashed at the person's throat.
Go down.
Baili Fengjian seemed to have expected this move from her. He threw his head back, and the hand on her waist suddenly turned upside down.
Instead, he looked at her condescendingly, still smiling lazily: "You can't beat me, why not use other methods to deal with me."
"Is this this kind?" With a soft and waxy voice, Jing Che blinked and glanced secretly. Baili Fengjian was slightly startled. She unexpectedly drew out his sword, and the silver light passed through the vaults of the tombs. The sharp blade
It reached his neck.
Jing Che gave a determined and ambiguous smile: "Baili Fengjian, let me go, or I will wipe my neck immediately, and you will never know the whereabouts of your apprentice in this life."
He squinted his eyes, looking hazy in the darkness, and his smile froze on his lips.
Jingche slowly retreated to the exit of the mass burial tomb, his steps calm but the hand holding the giant sword trembled slightly. At this time, he accidentally cut his skin, and a bright red droplet fell from the blade of the sword, falling to the ground silently.
But it seemed as if some mechanism had been opened, and the whole cave was rumbling and shaking.