Qian Bao looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. Only the handle of the knife in his hand was left. Jing Yirong stretched out his hand and swung at Qian Bao. Qian Bao's body immediately flew out like a kite and landed far away. The body seemed to be shattered and blood flowed continuously from the mouth.
Jing Yirong took out a piece of black dough and tied up his bleeding hand. He picked up the sword and walked towards Qian Bao step by step.
"Kill her quickly." Qian Bao said to a group of his men in fear.
After listening to Qian Bao's words, the big men came to their senses. They all started to slash at Jing Yirong. The sword in Jing Yirong's hand pierced into the heart of the oncoming man. The movements are sharp and precise in an instant.
Jing Yirong only used a sword to cut off all the blood vessels in the necks of the bandits surrounding him. Suddenly he felt that it would be a pity to stab them in the heart and let them die so easily. Let them bleed slowly. Only by smelling the stench of blood in their bodies can the eyes that fell on him be washed away.
The bandits watched the people around them fall one by one. They didn't even see Jing Yirong's moves. They felt a slight pain in their necks. Then blood spurted out like a fountain. They fell to the ground and screamed in agony. I can watch my blood slowly draining away.
People fell to the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground. The strong smell of blood irritated people's noses. Even if they were used to killing people and were used to blood, the bandits found the scene in front of them too scary. It made people feel like the next one. He was about to faint in seconds.
The remaining dozen or so people held knives in their hands, but they did not dare to approach Jing Yirong again. This woman was too terrifying. Her murderous eyes were like those of a wolf pouncing on its prey. Her cruel methods could not be looked at directly. Everyone somewhat understood that this time they seemed to have offended someone they shouldn't have.
"If you want to be bled slowly like them, you should still commit suicide." Jing Yirong's tone was as cold as a knife and was cutting everyone's skin. Everyone looked at each other. Anyway, it was a dead end. It would be better to die together with this woman.
One person took out a fire bomb from behind and lit it in front of the fire. "We will die together."
As soon as the big man finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind blowing around him. When he saw clearly, Jing Yirong was already standing in front of him. The fire bomb in his hand was held by Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong laughed like a devil. He grabbed the big man's mouth with one hand and stuffed the fire bomb into the man's mouth with the other hand. "I like to see people being smashed to pieces."
Jing Yirong moved and stepped back a few meters. The big man dropped the knife in his hand and before he could take out the fire bomb, the fire bomb exploded. The big man's body was shattered by the bullet. Blood spurted all over his companions. The remaining people They were all dumbfounded. They stared at Jing Yirong with fearful eyes. She was not a human at all. She was a demon.
One of them was so frightened that he dropped the knife in his hand and knelt on the ground. "Woman, spare your life."
Jing Yirong looked at the man begging for mercy with an expressionless face. The man crawled in front of Jing Yirong like a dog and kept kowtowing. "Woman, please forgive me. Woman, please have mercy." Jing Yirong looked at the man in his eyes. Showing contempt, he held on to the sword and cut the man's blood vessels without mercy. The man rolled on the ground in pain. He stretched out his hands to cover his neck, but he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out of his body.
"I hate men who are afraid of death the most." Jing Yirong was disgusted and raised his eyes to look at the remaining people. "Since we have come to this, I will let you have a taste of this."
Before Jing Yirong could take action, a man stabbed him in the stomach with a knife. Blood spat out from his mouth. He smiled at Jing Yirong. "It's better to die in my own hands than to let you torture me."
After the man finished speaking, he died and fell to the ground. Jing Yirong looked at the other men who were about to follow suit. He lightly swung his sword and cut off the knives in their hands. Without giving them any chance to fight back, he cut the necks of each of them. The men fell to the ground in disbelief.
Jing Yirong smiled cruelly. "I despise men who commit suicide the most. It's not that easy to die."
Jing Yirong dragged the bloody sword away from Qian Bao. Qian Bao watched in fear as Jing Yirong approached. He dragged his injured body and climbed back. Jing Yirong smiled and plunged the sword into Qian Bao's calf. Qian Bao's screams of pain filled the entire village.
The injury on his calf prevented him from crawling forward. Qian Bao looked at Jing Yirong and begged, "Kill me. Please kill me."
"This is what you did to others just now. It's fair for me to do this to you now." Jing Yirong glanced at Wu Liang in the distance and then at Lian'er, who was lying naked on the ground. "Do you think they want to Did you die so easily?"
Qian Bao trembled all over. His hand touched the soil on the ground. With a thought, he grabbed the dust on the ground and threw it towards Jing Yirong. Taking advantage of the moment when Jing Yirong was caught in sight, he picked up the knife beside him and was about to strike at Jing Yirong's body. Cut it off. I felt severe pain and when I came back to my senses, I realized that the arm holding the knife had been cut off.
Qian Bao struggled and screamed in pain. The roaring sound was like a wailing beast. Jing Yirong looked at Qian Bao covered in blood without changing his expression. His tone was calm. "Just now I felt that you couldn't keep that arm."
Jing Yirong put the sword on Qian Bao's other arm. "It seems you should give this arm back to someone else."
After saying that, Jing Yirong chopped off Qian Bao's arm. The chopped arm fell firmly in front of Wu Liang. Wu Liang raised his eyes and looked at Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong said, "He gave it back to you."
Qian Bao looked at Jing Yirong in pain. The pain in his body made him go crazy at any time. "Please, please kill me. I really can't bear this kind of pain anymore."
"What I want is that your life is worse than death." Jing Yirong's eyes were full of cruelty. "If you dare to touch me, you must pay the price. I want you to live. Live well. The most painful thing is not death, but waiting to die. The process. I will pick out your tendons and hamstrings. The smell of blood here will definitely attract wild beasts at night. Then you will watch with your own eyes as the wild beasts eat up your flesh bit by bit and drink up your blood."
"Devil. You are a devil." Qian Bao felt that Jing Yirong was so terrifying that it made people afraid. The fear made the warmth in his body leave little by little.
Jing Yirong didn't take Qian Bao's words seriously. He reached out and touched Qian Bao's hole and applied his blood. "Just wait for the arrival of late night."
Jing Yirong turned around without looking back. After walking a few steps, she looked back at Wu Liang and Lian'er hiding on the ground. She walked to Lian'er and took off her coat and threw it to Lian'er. "These people are all dead. If If you are still thinking about committing suicide, it means you are really not qualified to live in this world."
Lian'er raised her teary eyes and never thought that Jing Yirong would guess her thoughts. Even though she was not bullied to the end, her body had been touched by those men. "But I..."
Jing Yirong straightened the knife on the ground and put it in front of Lian'er. "If you want to die, use this knife. This knife is stained with the blood of these people. If you can't live, you can only die with them."
After Jing Yirong finished speaking, he left without looking back. "That man was injured more seriously than you."
Lian'er looked at the knife in front of him crazily, and then looked at Wu Liang. He struggled to crawl towards him. "No, Lian'er, don't leave me. I will take care of you for the rest of my life." Lian'er burst into tears faster. Looking at what Ren Jing Yirong had just said, she suddenly realized when she looked at the person she loved deeply in front of her. She put on her clothes and stepped forward to hug Wu Liang. "Brother Liang, I will not leave you. I will take care of you for the rest of my life. I will do it." your hands."
"Lian'er." Wu Liang stretched out his other hand and hugged Lian'er tightly.
Lian'er shouted loudly in the direction where Jing Yirong disappeared. "Thank you, Heroine, for saving my life. I will not seek death again. I will live strong and live well with Brother Liang."
Jing Yirong listened to Lian'er's words. An unexpected smile appeared on his plain face. After walking a few steps, he felt the footsteps behind him. He guessed that Ye Xieming didn't look back. Suddenly, there was an extra robe on his body. Jing Yi Rong stopped. Ye Xieming had already walked up to Jing Yirong and tied the belt for her.
"You're injured." Ye Xieming grabbed Jing Yirong's hand and spoke so softly that he didn't notice it.
Jing Yirong stretched out his hand. "A little injury. What a fuss."
"It's really a small injury. I feel uncomfortable if it's just on you." Ye Xieming took Jing Yirong's hand again and gently pulled open the black cloth tied to Jing Yirong's body. He bit his own finger and rubbed it on Jing Yirong. Before he could figure out his intention, he had already dripped blood on the wound between Jing Yirong's palms.
The blood gradually stopped overflowing and the wound slowly closed. Satisfied, Ye Xieming grabbed Jing Yirong's other hand and used the same method to heal Jing Yirong's wound. Jing Yirong was slightly surprised. "You His blood can heal wounds."
"Indeed." Ye Xieming stroked Jing Yirong's slender hand. "But there is only one person who can make me bleed willingly."
Jing Yirong withdrew Ye Xieming's clenched hand. "Ye Xieming, you just saw that I am not a kind person. I don't know how many people I have killed before. But the blood on the hands of the person I killed just now is not few."
"What a coincidence. I am just as cruel." Ye Xieming smiled deeply, with a bit of weirdness. "Jing Yirong and we are the same kind of people. We have no mercy for those who have hurt us. We must be cold and ruthless as a human being. .”
Jing Yirong looked at Ye Xieming for a long time before saying, "It turns out we are all the same."
"Yes." Ye Xieming stared at Jing Yirong. He had long known what the real Jing Yirong looked like. He also knew that Jing Yirong had more emotions in his heart than himself. Perhaps even more than Wu Qing himself. But he just He has to drag her. He has to stand in the same place with him. Only two people in the same darkness can be more at ease together. Jing Yirong, you are destined to stay with me in hell. .
Jing Yirong didn't speak. She still needed more practice to recover her martial arts. So when she went back, Ye Xieming still hugged her back. Jing Yirong's eyes fell on the streets of Netherworld City. She pushed Ye Xieming away and landed on the ground.
Ye Xieming caught up with Jing Yirong. "What are you doing?"
Jing Yirong said nothing and walked to a stall selling candied haws on a stick. "How much does it cost?"
"Two cents." The hawker said with a kind face, just because the woman in front of him was so beautiful.
Jing Yirong turned around. "Do you have money?"
Ye Xieming glanced at Jing Yirong and walked to the stall. "I want money."
The hawker's face suddenly changed when he saw Ye Xieming. The black-robed and silver-faced evil demon king Ye Xieming is from Nether City after all. Even an ordinary hawker is knowledgeable. The hawker shook his head hastily. "No. No money. Ye Daxia can take as much as he wants."
Ye Xieming looked at Jing Yirong. "He said he didn't want money."
Jing Yirong rolled his eyes. He reached out and reached into Ye Xieming's arms, groping for a while regardless of Ye Xieming's expression. He took out a piece of silver and placed it in front of the vendor. "I want a bunch."
"You were teasing me just now." Ye Xieming leaned into Jing Yirong's ear and asked with a wicked smile.
Jing Yirong turned around. "After touching it, I can't tell you have anything worthy of my teasing. Ye Xieming, your chest is not surprising at all."
Ye Xieming's face was startled. He watched Jing Yirong leave. He glanced at the vendor who was trying to suppress his laughter with a cold look. "I will kill you if word gets out about you."
"I don't dare, little one." The vendor hurriedly lowered his head.