Chapter 67 Everyone has their own motives. Jing Yirong walked up to Nalan Zhenqi, stretched out his hand and gave him a slap. The crisp sound made the whole dull atmosphere seem even weirder. Jing Yirong seemed to have used all his strength to slap him,
Nalan Zhenqi's cheeks were not only red and swollen, but even a trace of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
"Yirong," Nalan Qingyi hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of Nalan Zhenqi, "Don't hit him. I believe Zhijin was not willing to get hurt."
"Get out of the way." Jing Yi's voice was as cold as ice.
Nalan Qingyi stood still, his expression a little shaken.
Anger flashed in Jing Yirong's eyes, "I say it again, get out of the way."
Nalan Qingyi felt that this was Jing Yirong's limit, turned to look at Nalan Zhenqi, sighed helplessly and backed away.
Yue Ya had already heard what happened in the house. She opened the door and stood by the door, looking at the people in the yard quietly, her eyes falling on Nalan Zhenqi even more vaguely.
"Look up at me." Jing Yirong looked directly at Nalan Zhenqi.
Nalan Zhenqi looked up, with guilt, fear, worry and stinging pain in his eyes.
Jing Yirong stretched out his hand. Nalan Zhenqi thought that Jing Yirong was about to hit him again. After closing his eyes, he felt Jing Yirong's hand gently touching his cheek. He opened his eyes in surprise and said in a hoarse voice.
Showing helplessness, "Master... I'm sorry..."
"I have never blamed you," Jing Yirong retracted his hand, "beating you will make you sober up. Self-blame can't save Zhijin, and panicking in the face of difficulties can only be an incompetent waste. You are my apprentice, not
Waste, so you must be sober and look at everything calmly."
"But he is the tenth brother," Nalan Zhenqi's voice trembled.
"Sometimes the advantage of being cold-blooded is that you can remain calm when facing the people you are closest to." Jing Yirong raised his head slightly. Nalan Zhenqi seemed to have grown a lot taller, "Zhenqi, you are fourteen years old, don't act like this anymore."
Just like a child. Don't expose your preferences easily, don't treat everyone as good people, the last thing you should do is to carry your mistakes on yourself. The arrow of Zhijin is not shot by you, he wants to save it.
It's you. What you have to do now is to wake him up and let him tell you who the person who hurt him is, and then kill that person. Let the murderer try everything you are experiencing now, fear, fear, sadness, all of these.
Return them to him one by one."
When Jing Yirong said these words, there was no emotion in her eyes, as if she was just a plant without emotions. Life and death were so easy in her mouth, and the strong killing intent filled her whole body.
Surrounded, no one can get close at all.
The hundreds of worries in Nalan Zhenqi's eyes gradually faded away, and his emotions calmed down a lot. Jing Yirong's words were like a branding iron that was branded on his heart. He finally knew what he wanted and what he wanted.
do what.
Nalan Zhenqi wiped the invisible tears on his cheeks and said, "Master, I understand what you mean. I will go in to see my tenth brother now, and I will look for Liu Mo with the master early tomorrow morning."
"Go." Jing Yirong knew from Nalan Zhenqi's determined eyes that he really understood what to do. Jing Yirong looked at Xiao Yan again, "Go and get ready to set off with us tomorrow."
"Yes." Xiao Yan also entered her room.
Jing Yirong turned around and looked at Yue Ya, "What? You want to join in the fun?"
"I have to follow you closely to prevent others from having the chance to kill you." After Yue Ya said this, she closed the door. Her words had made her position clear.
Nalan Qingyi then stepped forward and took Jing Yirong's hand, "I thought you disappeared just now?"
"What?" Jing Yirong frowned in confusion.
Nalan Qingyi smiled, "You were so cold just now, as if you were just a sculpture, with sharp thorns all over your body, making it impossible for people to get close. Your ice-like expression made people feel that you didn't belong to anyone.
Then he disappeared. You haven't shown this expression for a long time, except for the time when you just woke up after being poisoned."
"They provoked me." Jing Yirong said calmly, "I have never counted how many people I have killed. Killing is the reason for my life. I used to be calm when killing people, but this is the first time I have been angry.
I want to kill someone. The commander told me that the most unsuccessful way to kill someone is to kill someone emotionally. The truly invincible people are those without emotions. So I wonder if I am not cold-blooded enough."
"Although I don't want you to kill you, I would rather you want to kill that person because of your emotions." Nalan Qingyi hugged Jing Yirong into her arms, "Only those who are emotional will make me feel real."
Jing Yirong only felt a little warmth when she was held by Nalan Qingyi. In fact, she was about to collapse just now. Nalan Zhijin's almost breathless body made her go crazy. It's just a child. How could she be so incompetent?
Already.
Nalan Qingyi tightened his arms. He wanted Jing Yirong to be emotional. Only emotional people would be more interesting in the game he designed. He suddenly had the same idea as Dian Jun. When Jing Yirong knew who he was,
When she did it, her expression really made him feel expectant.
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When Nalan Zhenqi stepped into the house, the witch doctors had already left. He approached the bed step by step. Nalan Zhijin's whole body was covered with a layer of frost, and the blood on his body seemed to have frozen and stopped flowing.
, only when you get closer can you smell the pungent smell of blood.
The long arrow plunged into Nalan Zhijin's chest shockingly. Nalan Zhenqi's heart tightened. The tears that he had been holding on just now accidentally fell out and fell on Nalan Zhijin's body. The tears were immediately filled with coldness.
The temperature was frozen.
Nalan Zhenqi stroked his cheek and said, "Tenth brother, except for my mother, I have never shed a tear for anyone else in my life. You never thought that we would become the best friends among brothers. If it weren't for the appearance of the master,
We probably still hate each other. Tenth brother, why did you block this arrow for me? Do you know there is danger?"
No matter how much Nalan Zhenqi said, the person on the bed just closed his eyes and remained silent.
"I really miss those idiotic questions you had when we practiced martial arts together. Tenth brother, you saved me this time. My life will be yours from now on. I will give you whatever you want in the future. I will never follow you again."
If you grab anything, I won't scold you anymore. If the master punishes you again in the future, I will help you. If you really can't help, I will punish you together." Nalan Zhenqi's voice was choked, and he stopped.
After a while, he continued: "Tenth brother, the master hit me just now. I originally thought she would blame me for hurting you. But she didn't. She told me that the person I should hate the most should be the person who shot you.
, you must know who the murderer is, right? Don’t worry, when you wake up, I will make the murderer suffer a hundred times more than you. Master said that we should not be merciful, otherwise we will be the ones being bullied."
Nalan Zhenqi talked a lot in bits and pieces. In the end, he couldn't find anything to say. He could only look at Nalan Zhijin quietly. His bloodless cheeks looked even more depressed because of the frost. Nalan Zhenqi couldn't find anything to say.
The hatred in Qi's heart has deepened. Now he really hates the people who hurt his tenth brother.
Nalan Zhenqi stood up and stared at Nalan Zhijin for a moment before he said calmly, "Tenth brother, don't worry, I will definitely find someone who can save you, and I will definitely let you wake up."
After Nalan Zhenqi finished speaking, he reluctantly left the room. If he were his old self, he would definitely stay with Nalan Zhijin all night. But that's not possible now. He has to rest, tidy up and pay respects. He has to take good care of himself.
The spirit found Liu Mo in the master's mouth, and he wanted to use the most effective method to save his tenth brother as quickly as possible.
"He will be fine." As soon as Nalan Zhenqi closed the door, comforting words came from behind him.
Nalan Zhenqi turned around and looked at Yue Ya in surprise. He didn't know that her voice was so pleasant. In the conversation with the master a few days ago, her voice was filled with hatred and sounded harsh, but today it was much softer and sounded pleasant to the ear.
Voice.
"What I hate is your master, not you," Yueya said with a clear-cut expression, "I just lost brother Lieyan, so I know how it feels to lose a loved one. But I believe your brother will be fine."
"Thank you." Nalan Zhenqi looked at Yue Ya emotionally.
"It's okay," Yue Ya smiled, "I will accompany you to find Liu Mo tomorrow, just as a thank you for leaving food for me a few days ago."
Nalan Zhenqi looked at Yue Ya's touching warm smile, and felt relieved a lot, and felt a lot warmer, "Thank you from the bottom of my heart again, I know you must be in a bad mood just after losing a loved one, just like my mother just now
It’s the same as when you left me, but only by living well can we make them feel more at ease in heaven. Yueya, don’t go on a hunger strike in the future, and you must eat well.”
"I won't do it anymore," Yue Ya replied with a smile, "I still have to live to settle the score with your master."
Nalan Zhenqi laughed, "Master's martial arts is very high. If you really want to win against her, it will take a long time. But if you get along with Master for a long time, you will find that she is actually a very good person and is the best person in this world."
The most genuine and genuine person.”
"Maybe." Yueya's tone became a little cold again.
"I'll go back and pack some gifts first." Nalan Zhenqi knew that it would not be so easy to change Yue Ya's mind. He didn't have much energy to care about it now, "You should go back and rest first."
"Yes," Yue Ya nodded, walked into the room and closed the door under Nalan Zhenqi's smiling gaze. The corners of her originally smiling mouth turned stiff the next second. Nalan Zhenqi's words were right. With his own martial arts skills,
Sha Jing Yirong estimated that it would be useless if he practiced for decades more, but if he took another path, everything would be different.
There is conspiracy in Yue Ya's eyes, "No matter how powerful your martial arts is, Jing Yi Rong, will your heart be as strong as your martial arts?"
Yue Ya has already seen and remembered everything just now. Jing Yirong only cares a little about the three Nalan brothers. Nalan Zhenqi showed such bold affection for her, why didn't she just take advantage of it?
In this regard, hurting Nalan Zhenqi can directly hurt Jing Yirong.
Compared with the physical harm, Jing Yirong should be more unable to accept the mental harm. Not only did she want to hurt Nalan Zhenqi, but she also slowly used Nalan Zhenqi's feelings for her to pick on Jing Yirong.
In her relationship with Nalan Zhenqi, she must let Jing Yirong taste the feeling of losing the person she cares about most.
"You have no relatives, don't you care about Nalan Zhenqi?" An evil smile appeared on the corner of Yue Ya's mouth, she must make Jing Yirong pay the price!