Baili Fengjian sneered: "Oh, then how do you think I came in?"
Yexiu didn't answer. He pointed his palm towards the exit, indicating that Baili Fengjian could take Hongyi away.
Baili Fengjian picked up the red coat without any pity, strode out and walked out.
The already dim and huge cave had fallen into complete darkness, half of the moon was revealed under the sky, and it seemed even more out of reach across the hundred-foot rock wall.
Originally, he wanted to go back the way he came, but Baili Fengjian, who had excellent eyesight, looked up and saw the rock wall where he came from. The entire area was filled with ravines and caves, and it was impossible to tell where he came in from just now.
His steps immediately stopped, and the woman's clothes in his arms hung in his hands, and the ironing became a little cold without the body temperature, which was exactly what he was thinking at this moment.
Ye Xiu came up from behind and stood beside him. He had already expected this reaction from him, but he just said in a cold and calm tone: "You two happen to be husband and wife. There is an empty room in the north of the village. Let's squeeze in.
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At this moment, a group of people from the front came forward. A few pairs of hostile eyes quickly glanced at Baili Fengjian, who was holding a red coat. They cupped their fists and greeted Yexiu: "Fortress Master!"
Yexiu's calm voice seemed to be sighing, but when he listened carefully, he just gave orders calmly: "Then this month, let's draw lots."
Baili Fengjian was indifferent, but he had already heard and understood in his heart. Hongyi could not be used as a sacrifice, and one of the sacrifices must be given by the people in the village, and drawing lots was the fairest method.
But what exactly do they want to sacrifice? Yexiu doesn't seem to be the kind of ignorant villagers who worship gods absurdly.
His thoughts changed. He had no spiritual power at the moment and the situation was passive. Since he could strive for temporary peace, it would be better to mind his own business.
They were sent to a stilt building. The house was simple but well-equipped, so it was not a bad treatment. Probably out of respect for the master and the promise he had just made to God, Yexiu was very polite to Baili Fengjian.
Although the two people were left alone in the room and it was not locked, as long as you listened carefully to the movement outside, you would know that there were several people guarding the room and monitoring every move inside.
Baili Fengjian lost his spiritual power and was like a bird with its wings plucked. He couldn't do anything for the time being. He simply put out the candle, carried Hongyi to the bed, got up and sat on the simple big chair in the outer room, and closed the door.
I was about to rest my mind when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Yexiu just stood at the door and did not come in. He said briefly: "Tomorrow I will hold a sacrifice in the village and refuse to accept outsiders. I hope you two will not leave the house."
As he spoke, his eyes wandered to the inner room and Baili Fengjian, apparently wondering why a couple did not sleep together at the moment.
Baili Fengjian calmly poured himself a cup of tea, picked it up and walked to the inner room: "I understand."
It wasn't until his back was hidden behind the curtain that Yexiu closed the door. His footsteps paused before he went downstairs one step at a time.
A sudden smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and the darkness in his eyes was a bit darker than the night. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Baili Fengjian was probably thinking about something, then he lifted up a corner of the quilt and lay down in his clothes.
He was really tired, and he was still mortal, so he closed his eyes for a moment and fell into a vague sleep.
The surroundings were so quiet that there was only the sound of two people breathing, evenly, every now and then, ordinary and ordinary. In the deep chaos, Baili Fengjian suddenly felt absurd, but this absurdity seemed to be just an intuition and had no root to follow.
Hongyi moved unconsciously at this time, and any movement on the cramped bed was infinitely amplified. His movements were rubbed through the thin fabric, and he suddenly became sober in the wind.
At this moment, his enemy Hongyi was lying quietly next to him, curled up like a cute kitten.
"Well..." He muttered vaguely, his voice seemed to be mixed with thick honey. His consciousness gradually became clearer, and Jing Che quickly went through the scene before coma in his mind, trying to determine where he was.
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"Are you awake?" A voice asked casually came from behind the ear, as if playing the piano slowly and slowly, with a bit of sleepiness and ambiguity for no reason.
Jing Che's mind went numb, and he turned over to see what was going on. His eyes passed over the man's eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and finally landed on the stubble on his chin. He almost fell into it in shock, but suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately resisted
Bounce up.
But someone put a hand on his waist and said in a low voice: "Silence, there is someone outside."
The breath sprayed on his face, Jing Che calmed down, and the two of them lay face to face in the dark, covered with a layer of quilt, with peonies rolled in the big red cotton cloth.
"What happened?" When he asked, Jing Che felt that he was a little ridiculous. In the past eight years, he rarely used such confusing questions. Most of the things he either figured out by himself or simply didn't need to know. But now they are just sharing the same bed.
After lying together for a while, my mind became confused and my mind went blank.
"I saved you," he followed the style of being too lazy to explain, concisely and concisely, omitting the intermediate process. After he finished speaking, he felt that it was time to make a confession, so he added, "I said you are my wife, and you cannot be raped when you are pregnant.
As a sacrifice."
The air coming in and out seems to be a little disordered, but the woman close at hand is wearing a mask and there is no clue.
"You are a majestic swordsman. If you accept a scourge of the imperial capital as your wife, aren't you afraid of embarrassment if you tell the truth?" Her voice was low and low, still soft and sweet, with a slightly mocking tone that made people want to strangle to death immediately.
She wanted to caress her long hair and feel pity for her.
"Anyway, no one knows you and me in this time and space." He retorted lazily, with a single stroke.
you and me.
Jing Che silently recited these three words in his heart. They are opposites but have to be connected together. This is really a wonderful relationship between Hongyi and Baili Fengjian, and between their former master and disciple.
"Then why did you save me?"
"Because you know the whereabouts of my disciple."
Jing Che's heart boiled with sourness, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "I heard that he has been removed from Nanqiong's disciple tree, so he can't be considered your disciple anymore."
Baili Fengjian shook his head casually and slightly, with an expression like "You don't understand, I'm too lazy to explain."
"When you were about to stab someone to death with your sword, you didn't necessarily think you would be so anxious to find an apprentice. Could it be that you were so worried that you didn't take the life of Nie Zhan with your own hands, so you couldn't avenge the death of your wife and son?" The more he said, the less he said.
, her tone became even meaner.
He is probably a poor person with contradictions. He knows best that he should let go, stay out of it, and be indifferent, but he uses his identity as another person to try to get even a few words about himself out of his mouth.
Baili Fengjian raised his lips and smiled in the darkness, and his tone was calm as if he wanted to gain insight: "Hongyi, you know these things very well."