Chapter 90: People Are Different [Burst Update 11]
Jing Che originally thought that the Red Sea Gu only gnawed flesh and blood, so he didn't take it to heart. He never thought that the Red Sea Gu would penetrate into the soul. No wonder it was the most vicious poison in the world.
At this time, a man came around the screen, holding a dim candlestick with a faint candlelight still burning. He gently put it to one side, and his voice came from afar, with a strange tenderness: "What's wrong?"
Jingche bit his lip hard and couldn't help it. He bent over and grabbed the sheets with his fingers, while his whole body was trembling and he couldn't control himself.
He probed her forehead, and his whole face was as cold as frost. He then forcibly took her hand out of the quilt and took her pulse. He felt her pulse with his fingertips, and he looked slightly startled for a while before he remembered this -
- Red Ming Gu. He fed this to her. At that time, he just wanted to force Jing Che's whereabouts out of her mouth, but at that time, she sealed herself with the Sinking Blood Art, and he didn't get any useful information.
Now that the Blood Sinking Art has been unlocked, the Scarlet Ming Gu has begun to take effect. Baili Fengjian suddenly regretted his impulse at that time, and wanted to pry something out of her mouth, by any means necessary, but failed.
Evil consequences were laid here. Although he and Hong Yi were enemies, they were dependent on each other here. Neither could do without the other. If something happened to her, it would mean that he would also be in danger.
Baili Fengjian pressed her tiger's mouth, hoping to inject some real energy into it to relieve her pain, but he found that his meridians were empty and there was no real energy at all. Then he remembered that it was night and he didn't have any spiritual power yet.
He could only hold her whole body in his arms and use his body to warm her cold body. His tone was low, as if he was coaxing a little girl to sleep: "There is no other way, you can only endure it until dawn, and I won't do it again."
Help you suppress the poison."
Jing Che bit her lips and endured, not daring to speak. She was afraid that the first time she opened her mouth would be to say "Master" and all her previous efforts would be wasted. But she could hardly resist this long-lost tenderness.
The moonlight refracted on the cold mask, and tiny bits of light penetrated into her eyes. He held her cheek and sat sideways on the bed, her head resting on his arm, her long hair messy and scattered on her robe.
In the pain, she vaguely thought of the bright moon hanging outside the thin window screen on the bumpy boat that year. The first time she took the boat, she felt dizzy and her stomach was turned upside down, so she took it upon herself to rub it.
In his arms.
He held her in the same way, pinched her lips, and said, "Then let's sleep a little longer, Ah Che."
But now he saves her like this, holds her so intimately, and delivers warmth to her, even if the warmth cannot be truly felt. All of this is just for each other to survive in this different time and space. They must support each other, and they can never
To escape the reality that they are destined to be enemies.
At this moment, she is not his disciple, but a masked red man. In order to fight for the last golden seal, they must be wary of each other.
But the memory was more intense than the pain. She was still a young girl at that time, holding his arm and smiling playfully: "I want to sleep in Master's arms."
I don’t know how many years have passed by, and things have changed and people have changed.
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The snowy sky was reflected outside the window, and the whole suburb was silent. The morning light was half-dark on the horizon, and the rising sun was leisurely.
The first vendor on the roadside raised a fire and shouted while selling wontons. The world of sound seemed to be suddenly opened up, and then gradually became lively.
The rustling sound of snow sweeping reached his ears in the distance. Jing Che turned around and his consciousness became clear. I don't know when the pain that tore the soul faded away, but there was a tiredness that could not be cheered up all over the body, and a warm current came from
It came from the palm of my hand and slowly merged into my internal organs, like a pair of gentle and broad hands soothing all the tight pain.
Jingche still wanted to continue sleeping. How long had it been since she had slept so peacefully? Her eyelids moved, and a black robe appeared in her sleepy eyes. She suddenly realized something and opened her eyes suddenly.
The room with the curtains drawn was as dark as night. After all the noise in his eyes disappeared, what he saw was a circle of light green stubble and a chiseled chin. Looking up again, Baili Fengjian tilted his head and leaned on
Beside the bed rail, she was taking a nap with her eyes closed. He was still squeezing her hand in his hand, and was still supplying her with a steady stream of energy. He was probably very tired.
Jing Che was stunned, suspecting that he was in a dream. The gaze lingering on his face was as sticky as honey, and he couldn't move his eyes away as if he was possessed.
The last few times we met, I focused on the confrontation with all my heart. This was the first time I saw him so close.
His appearance is still as downtrodden as before, time has not left any trace on his face, he has not changed his handsomeness, and his body is free and easy to come and go without being fettered.
It's her master.
He was the person she once loved so much that she was scarred and hated him so much. But after Qianfan passed away, she was lying quietly in his arms at this moment.
She was in a trance, and everything was so hazy that it seemed unreal. Her head was tense, and she finally realized when she thought about it carefully. This was just because they were still in a wonderful cooperation. Because of this connection,
So he gave her a little warmth.
But she never wanted charity. Either it was a master-disciple relationship that was once sticky, or it was a complete life-and-death hostility. What kind of cooperation is this?
He has many considerations to make every step of the way, and she is not as strong as him, so should she be led by his nose? She is not like him who can come and go freely. Her obsession is very deep. Once she falls, it is not easy to get out.
She used Hong Yi's identity to avoid him, and she could not let all her previous efforts go to waste.
There was a cold look in her eyes, and she resolutely refused to let go of his hand.
"Are you awake?" This sound made Baili Fengjian come back from his nap. He looked at the person in his arms with half-squinted eyes, and his tone seemed to be a normal greeting from someone he knew well, which reduced his guard a lot.
But Jing Che didn't buy it. He sat up straight with his back against the wall and said coldly: "Thank you for saving me, but I suddenly feel that there is no need for us to continue to cooperate."
With a scrutinizing look in his eyes, Baili Fengjian stood calmly at the head of the bed and stared at the red dress in front of him. The silver mask hid most of his expression, except for his slightly purple lips, which looked slightly pale and weak due to the poisoning.
Her usual charisma gave rise to something inappropriate and endearing.
"Oh? Is it possible that you found a new supporter in your dream after feeling sore in my arms all night?" His tone was vicious and ambiguous, even a little angry.
Jing Che smiled sarcastically and did not answer. He only stood up slowly, dragging his clothes with his brocade quilt, and got out of bed with his bare feet on the wooden floor.
A hint of ruthlessness flashed through Baili Fengjian's cold and dark pupils, and in the next second, his sleeves stretched out his hands to lift her whole body up.
Half supporting the back of the bed, half pressing on the person, Baili Fengjian held her body, forcing her to look into his eyes. After looking at him for a long time, he said coldly: "Are you trying to welcome him or not?"