Chapter 111: The Evil Beast King Under the dim light, packs of wolves came from all directions, their mouths opened, revealing long and sharp teeth, and pairs of shining wolf eyes like a death signal in the dark night.
The ferocious eyes were fixed on Jing Yirong, she was their target today.
Jing Yirong instantly felt a chill spreading from the soles of her feet to her whole body. The instinctive fear in her body made her take a few steps back. The sound of the branches under her feet became more and more abrupt in the silent forest, and the wolves also moved toward her.
Jing Yirong was a little disturbed.
Jing Yirong raised her head and saw that Ye Xieming was sitting on the top of the tree looking at her. Even though the light was not enough for Jing Yirong to see Ye Xieming's eyes, she just felt that Ye Xieming was looking at her with a smile.
Jing Yirong took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Ye Xieming could fly to the top of the tree, so could she.
Jing Yirong raised his inner strength and flew towards the top of the tree. Ye Xieming seemed to see what Jing Yirong was thinking. When Jing Yirong was less than one meter away from the ground, he struck Jing Yirong with a palm.
Shocked to realize that Ye Xieming's intentions could only be put to the ground, the wolves became agitated by Jing Yirong's movements and pounced on Jing Yirong without waiting any longer.
Jing Yirong flew up again and looked at Ye Xieming unnaturally. The halo of light gathered in Ye Xieming's right palm forced Jing Yirong to give up using Qinggong to escape from the wolves. When he landed again, the wolf had already pounced.
When he came up, Jing Yirong could only meet him head-on, bent down to avoid the wolf's fangs and punched the wolf hard in the abdomen.
The leading wolf was severely shot to the ground, which aroused the anger of the wolves. All the wolves attacked Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong could only bite the bullet and dodge the attacks in the wolf pack. The wolf has keen observation ability.
Coupled with the specific goals and the tacit cooperation of each wolf, Jing Yirong is no match for them at all.
While dodging, a wolf pounced on Jing Yirong's arm. Its sharp teeth dug deeply into Jing Yirong's arm. Heart-wrenching pain hit him. Jing Yirong stretched out his other hand to grab the wolf's head and beat him hard.
He threw it out fiercely. The moment the sharp teeth were pulled away from the arm, the flesh was torn apart abruptly, and the arm was instantly stained red with blood. Jing Yirong screamed in pain, and the wolves actually took a step back because of this.
, no longer moving forward.
Jing Yirong was half-kneeling on the ground, covering her bloody arm with one hand. She was obviously bleeding, but she didn't go crazy like Xue Jiabao did.
Jing Yirong squinted at Ye Xieming who was watching from the top of the tree. He actually refused to let her escape and forced her to confront the wolves head-on.
"If you beg me now, maybe I will help you." Ye Xieming's tone was filled with pity.
Jing Yirong withdrew her gaze and stared at the wolves warily, asking her to beg Ye Xieming, she would rather be torn into pieces by these wolves.
The blood from his arms dripped on the ground, and the smell of blood made the wolves even more excited. They raised their heads and howled, then leaned over again to make an attack look. Jing Yirong raised his head and looked directly into the wolf's eyes, "It's best to tear me apart."
into pieces, otherwise my body will still resist even if I die."
The leading wolf jumped again, and Jing Yirong also used his strength to attack the leading wolf.
Dozens of wolves surrounded Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong's body was covered with wounds. Blood stained his clothes, arms, legs, abdomen, and shoulders. Jing Yirong no longer knew where he was.
No one was bitten, but the wolves didn't take much advantage. Most of the gray wolves fell down, and only five wolves were still supporting their injured bodies and waiting for Jing Yirong.
Jing Yirong stared at the wolf and smiled proudly, "The lives of dozens of wolves were exchanged for one of mine. It's worth it."
The pain gradually spread to his heart. Jing Yirong, who had lost too much blood, staggered and fell down when he threw his last punch at a wolf.
Five wolves surrounded Jing Yirong, opened their mouths and rushed forward. Seeing that Jing Yirong was about to become the prey in the wolf's mouth, Ye Xieming moved his body, flew away the five injured wolves with one palm, and leaned forward
He hugged the dying Jing Yirong, and his eyes fell on Jing Yirong's pale face, with a rare tenderness in his eyes.
Back at the thatched hut, Ye Xieming tore open his blood-stained clothes, revealing the horrific scars under the clothes. Ye Xieming frowned. Although he was mentally prepared, his heart was still pricked when he saw it.
Ye Xieming stretched out his palm, used a dagger to cut a bloody hole in his palm, then clenched his fist and dripped the blood on Jing Yirong's body. All the wounds that had been blurry on Jing Yirong's flesh healed up.
Not even a trace of scar was left, and it was restored to its previous whiteness and tenderness, as if it had never been injured.
Ye Xieming dripped blood from every wound on Jing Yirong's body. The sleeping Jing Yirong opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him vaguely. It seemed like a dream but not a dream. It really made people feel that it didn't seem real.
Suddenly, the Ye Xieming in front of her suddenly changed into Nalan Qingyi. Jing Yirong stretched out her hand and landed on Ye Xieming's fist, which was dripping blood from her wound, and whispered softly and feebly, "
Green Wings.”
Ye Xieming was startled, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes. He looked up at Jing Yirong in disbelief, but Jing Yirong had already closed his eyes.
"Do you care about Nalan Qingyi so much? You call him by his name when you are injured." Ye Xieming took back his hand and applied medicine on his palm. Sadly, his blood was like a panacea that could heal people's wounds and cure them only.
Can't help myself.
Ye Xieming's palm fell on Jing Yirong's forehead, with black hair scattered and her eyebrows like paintings, "You are so beautiful." His fingers traced Jing Yirong's face little by little, and finally fell on her slightly pale lips, and in his mind
Thinking about her resistance, she smiled faintly, "When I recognized you, you hated me so much. Jing Yirong, you are the first person I saved with my blood. I want to make you strong but I have to let you get hurt."
, is this called self-inflicted?"
Ye Xieming laughed at himself and looked at Jing Yirong's face quietly, "You are not the only one who has fallen in this love. Fortunately, we are the same kind of people. Once we identify, we will devote ourselves wholeheartedly. I have identified you, and I will live in this life."
You will live, I will not live alone even if you die, you will hurt me and I will heal you, if anyone dares to touch you, you will only die. Just Jing Yirong, don’t hate me anymore."
Jing Yirong was sleeping deeply, but there was someone speaking tender words of love in her ear, as if she was his most precious treasure. Jing Yirong wanted to open her eyes and see who this man was. But her body did not allow her.
For people like this, no matter how hard they try, their eyelids feel like they weigh tens of thousands of pounds and they can't open them. It's Qingyi, and he is the only one who will look at him with eager and affectionate eyes.
Jing Yirong was sure that this person was Nalan Qingyi, so she no longer opened her eyes in a hurry and fell asleep peacefully. With Qingyi protecting her, she could rest assured of anything.
Jing Yirong was awakened by the smell of rice, and her stomach seemed to be making a sound of resistance. Jing Yirong sat up and looked at the table in the small room with a table of steaming food. Jing Yirong hurriedly got out of bed and sat down.
She ate unceremoniously at the table. She was really hungry, as if she hadn't eaten a bowl of rice in several days.
When Jing Yirong reached out to pick up the food, he was surprised by his intact right hand. He put the chopsticks on his hands and spread his palms. He clearly remembered that the wolf bit him on his hand, so how could he not leave any scars on it? Jing Yirong hurriedly covered his whole body.
After looking at it, there was not a single scar. The scene of Ye Xieming dripping blood on the scars when he was unconscious flashed through his mind, "Is it him? Can his blood heal injuries?"
When Ye Xieming stepped into the thatched cottage, Jing Yirong was staring at the food on the table in a daze, with rice grains still stuck to the corners of his mouth, "What are you thinking about?"
The sound that hit his ears like lightning interrupted Jing Yirong's thoughts. He raised his eyes and looked at Ye Xieming mockingly, "Didn't you watch the wolves tear me apart?"
"It's not worth letting you die at the mouth of a wolf. I'm still waiting for you to kill me." Ye Xieming smiled.
Jing Yirong frowned, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"I said I was too bored, so I came out to tease you," Ye Xieming replied harshly.
"I'm not your pet!" Jing Yirong's eyes were cold, "Ye Xieming, I will play with you in the palm of my hand one day."
"Welcome." Ye Xieming's eyes sparkled with a charming light.
Jing Yirong withdrew her gaze and continued eating. She must conserve her strength. She wanted to live to see Ye Xieming beg him for the day.
Ye Xieming sat down opposite Jing Yirong and watched silently as Jing Yirong finished all the dishes and said, "Although I don't mind seeing rice grains stuck to the corner of your mouth, I think you should be very concerned about it."
Jing Yirong hurriedly stretched out her hand to lick the rice grains from the corner of her mouth. Thinking of the scene in her mind, she said, "If Ye Xieming hadn't been dreaming, you should have healed all my injuries."
"Why do you want me to take responsibility for looking at your body?"
"I'm not that delicate," Jing Yirong said nonchalantly, "but it's ironic that devil's blood is actually the best medicine in the world."
Ye Xieming paused, "In the end, the devil saved you. I don't know how you feel."
"You just saved me because you wanted to continue teasing me. Not only do I have to accept it completely, but I will also live a better life. I still have to keep this life to deal with you." Jing Yirong replied coldly.
Something strange flashed across Ye Xieming's eyes, and Ye Xieming mocked, "Jing Yirong, you can't even kill dozens of wolves, why do you go to Yujian Villa to rescue Nalan Qingyi? Maybe you still can't."
I know Yujian Villa is not only top-notch in making swords, but there are also packs of wolves in the village."
Jing Yirong raised his eyebrows, "I really can't tell that Ye Xieming is thinking about me."
"I just don't want my woman to be torn apart by wolves," Ye Xieming smiled, "If you want to escape from the wolves, it's not to kill them all, but to tame them. Once you let them think you are
Their leader, let alone dozens of wolves, even if there are hundreds or thousands of wolves in front of him, it doesn't matter."
Jing Yirong said disdainfully, "Ye Xieming, humans are humans and wolves are wolves. You can't be the leader of a pack of wolves."
"There is nothing in the world that I, Ye Xieming, cannot do," Ye Xieming stood up and walked to the door, "Now it's time for you to experience it."
Ye Xieming walked out of the thatched hut, Jing Yirong stood up and followed him out. He stood at the door and stared at everything in front of him in astonishment. Dozens of wild wolves gathered in front of the thatched hut, but they were not aggressive at all. Facing them
As Ye Xieming approached, the wild wolves bent down one after another, lowering their heads in respect as if Ye Xieming was their head.
Ye Xieming was among the wolves, his black robe was rolled up by the wind, and he looked like a king surrounded by wild wolves. Jing Yirong suddenly remembered Yan Yi's first words when he saw him, the evil beast king Ye Xieming,
She forgot that he was the king of beasts.
Jing Yirong squinted her eyes, and she began to wonder what the face under the silver mask looked like. Was it really as ferocious as a demon, or was it like King Junqi with a gloomy aura in his strength?