He seemed to sigh softly, and hearing this tone made her more annoyed, she rode on him, and reached out to touch his face.
As long as he has no mask, she can't believe it. It doesn't matter if you have a mask, tear it off layer by layer, there is a kind of him wearing 10,000 layers!
He raised his hand and blocked her hand. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but he refused. He took advantage of the situation to hold her hand in his palm. She refused to give up, and waved the other hand. She wrapped both hands, pulled her and pressed her chest, and did not move.
Jing Hengbo was pulled down and pressed down by him, and slammed into his back, her hand was pressed under his chest, and she couldn't get up now.
She was pressing down on him, but he was pressing down on her hands, it looked as if she was hugging him tightly.
The two of them were lying on the ground in such a strange posture, the moonlight slanted across the whiteness, as if covered with a gentle and cool blanket.
After the intrigue just now, both of them seemed to be tired, and they were silent for a while.
When he got to this situation, he didn't want to say anything more.
It seems that there are many opportunities to be close to her, but it is actually a luxury every time. He is trying to avoid it, but he can't control his desire. Sometimes he feels that he is also contradictory. He knows that it is inappropriate to be so close, and he doesn't want her to find out that she is really suspicious, but he has a little joy in his heart.
Just like at this moment, after being caught by her like this, after being surprised for a moment, I felt a little joy in my heart. Although this joy inevitably contained a bit of desolation and helplessness, but at this moment, she was here, her skin was fragrant, her breath was moist, and her soft hair fell on the ground. On his shoulders and on his back is her body, plump and beautiful, trembling slowly, like a mass of softest cloud quilt.
Jing Hengbo was pressing on his back, and the feeling of the lower body was strange and familiar, the outline was similar, but there was more temperature, and the temperature was a little strange, hot and cold, and the breath also changed.
People have a kind of thinking inertia, and it is easy and difficult to change the memories of people they have known shockingly in the past, so she always remembers his body without heat, and his faint and cool breath, and always feels that it is him. Especially the heat, she remembers his martial arts, it can't be too hot, and because of this, she has doubted and overthrown countless times.
But at this moment, she calmed down, cleared the fog, and through the abnormal body temperature, she knew that the width of his shoulders was so familiar, the feeling of his collarbone touched by his arm was so familiar, the skin of his neck brushed by his breath was so familiar, even the flesh of his body was so familiar. The ups and downs are so familiar. The only thing that seemed wrong was the hair. She tilted her head to sniff, but he moved away. The black hair brushed against her face and splashed down half of the ground. She slammed her chin against his back in resentment. , he said nothing. She became more and more annoyed, and bit his shoulder with one mouthful.
At the beginning, he was just angry, wanting to take a bite of everything he saw, but after that bite, the long-standing doubts and depression in his heart rushed out like a tide, and some emotions roared and collided in his chest, but he didn't say a word, Leaving her no outlet to vent, she indulged in her own turbulence, unconsciously exerting more force, suddenly felt a salty taste in her mouth, she didn't stop, blood and snow flashed in her mind, some On the snowdrift, there is Sister Cui's dead body with her head upturned, there are people in front of the hall who are indifferent and pressing, there is him at the end of the palace road dressed in white like snow, and there is a dagger drawn from his chest, stained with his blood and the black poison she spit out. Blood.
Her tears suddenly gushed out, trickling down the corners of her lips, and a choked sob was about to hit her throat, but she tried so hard to hold back that she made a strange choking sound. Because of this, she had no choice but to let go, and when she lowered her head, she saw that his shoulders were already soaked in bright red, the edges were a little wet, and he was slowly fading away, she knew it was her tears.
And right now she didn't want to cry.
Old grudges and new accounts are complicated, there are many things to settle with him, and many problems to be clarified, otherwise she will not be able to rest in peace until she dies.
When she moved a little, the chain rattled, the chain was very strong, and the things provided by the man in brocade clothes were always good.
Although Jin Yiren is really not a good person, at least this incident helped her, and this is the real condition for him to exchange the thousand gold umbrella. The few words he wrote on the back of the letter told Jing Hengbo that the mechanism of the coffin had been changed, it seemed stuck, but in fact it could be opened at any time.
Speaking of this, if she doesn't know how to do it, her head will grow in vain.
But he is always so difficult to deal with, and he still has a way not to face her at this point. At this moment, she was also suppressed, unable to move at all, even if she wanted to get rid of him, she had to see if he would let him go.
Does this also indicate that in this relationship, she will always be passive? Controlled, oppressed, represented, played?
After a long while, she said coldly: "Let me go." She felt that this sentence was ridiculous.
He didn't speak, moved his ankle, and answered her with the sound of rattling chains.
If you want me to let you go, you let me go first.
"Hehe." Jing Hengbo said sternly, "I send a signal, and my people will come. How long can you hold me down?"
He sighed, and said: "If you want to deceive others in the future, don't take off your clothes, your hands are cold."
Jing Hengbo was startled for a moment, only then realized that he was holding his hand over his heart, a gesture to keep warm.
He was using his chest to warm her hands.
This made her feel complicated - she really doesn't understand, really doesn't understand, why is he?
Why break up like that, but stay with her like this; why cut her down with a single knife, but always give her affectionately.
Is this fun?
The palm is his heart, hot and warm, at this moment I can feel his heart beating, it seems to be a little faster than ordinary people, it is normal for martial arts practitioners to have an abnormal heartbeat, she didn't think much, suddenly became angry, and pointed her fingertips towards his heart With a poke, he said with a murderous look: "If you don't let me go, I will pierce your heart..."
He suddenly groaned and trembled all over.
The sound was quite painful. She was startled, but she didn't expect his reaction to be like this. She was a little panicked for a moment, and then remembered that the poking of her fingertips did not use any real strength. Even a child would not be able to puncture it. The man pretended to lie to himself again, angrily said: "Do you have to do this..."
She stopped talking, because she suddenly realized that the body below her body was getting cold rapidly, and the body temperature was disappearing like a tide. She saw with her own eyes that a layer of ice crystals slowly spread on the skin of his neck, and under the black hair, there was a faint white light. flash.
She was a little shocked, because for so long, if she guessed correctly, he has always controlled himself and never revealed the ice element's internal power in front of her, what's going on now?
His hand suddenly loosened, and his strength to hold her down was gone. She pulled her hand, and her fingers brushed against the corner of his lips, with a faint trace of stickiness. She raised her hand to look, but he suddenly pulled her hand down hard, her fingers were caught Pressed in the mud, with a hand of mud, the sticky liquid just now can't be seen.
His body trembled slightly, as if trying to endure something, Jing Hengbo stared at him suspiciously, now she was full of uncertainty in all her behaviors towards him, not knowing what was true and what was false. She has been deceived for too long, she has been puzzled for too long, so long that she is about to lose her perception of things in the world, and she is full of doubts about everything.
The cold air was getting heavier and heavier, he seemed to be letting out his true energy, but he seemed unable to control it, he stretched out his hand to push her, and said in a low voice: "Go...go down..."
She couldn't stand it anymore, she would freeze to death if she got close to him, so she had to turn over and squat beside him, not daring to move him for a while, just staring at him tightly.
The ice and snow had already started to spread from his body, stretching all the way along the chain on his ankle. She watched the chain hang with ice and snow all the way, and even formed icicles like swords. The ice and snow rushed over the buckle and spread into the house The pillar, the pillar turned into an icicle in an instant, and the ice flakes began to extend from the top of the icicle to the roof again...
She stared dumbfounded at this scene, looking at the scene where the queen waved her hand and created the ice and snow palace in Frozen. This scene was beautiful and magical, but she began to be confused again. Is this really Gong Yin? She remembered that although he used to freeze the ice moment, Prajna Snow was very magical, but he didn't seem to be in this state.
At least the temperature in the room dropped by dozens of degrees. She was shivering in the cold in her thin clothes, but she stubbornly refused to move away. She wanted to ask him something!
But he seemed to be resisting something with all his strength, his face was buried in the ice and snow, she felt that something was wrong, she couldn't figure out how that random poke turned into this, and couldn't help reaching out to pull his shoulder.
"Get out of the way—" he suddenly whispered, his voice urgent.
She turned her head subconsciously.
An ice sword shot out from under his shoulder, brushed past her cheek with a smack, and missed her eye by a narrow margin, and her eyelids almost froze immediately.
She hurriedly backed away, but he shouted again: "Back!"
She subconsciously leaned forward, and an ice pick on the chain behind her suddenly broke and splashed, brushed against her vest, condensed again in the cold air, and landed on the ice with a clang.
She lay on the ground, still in shock, but he has already said urgently: "Get up!"
Only then did Jing Hengbo realize that when hot skin meets ice and snow, flesh and blood may be stuck. She wanted to lift her hand, but she couldn't lift it, so she had to pull it out violently, and a thin layer of skin on her fingertips was left on the ice and snow. Bloodstained, excruciating pain.
"Go!" he said.
When Jing Hengbo looked up, he saw that even the thatch of the eaves had condensed into ice, and the area was still expanding. This place has become a snow house and cannot be left any longer.
But is he... really okay?
She flashed halfway, then stopped, and looked back at him. He was still lying on the ice and snow, and the ice was getting higher and higher under him. Clinking.
The voice reminded her. He was also chained to a pole!
She immediately went over to try to untie the buckle, but the buckle was frozen into a thick ball. She first signaled for help, then pulled out the knife between her legs and began to chop the pillars. He cannot be allowed to stay here!
Her intuition told her that if he was left like this, he would die!
No matter how much grievance, no matter how much resentment and confusion, she can't let go like this.
The saber was raised high, and swung down fiercely, with every effort, the clanging sound was like the sound of gold and iron.
The shards of ice and snow splashed on her face, causing burning pain. She didn't wipe her face, but her eyes widened, and she realized that a thick layer of ice had already hung on the knife, turning it into an ice skate.
And what was cut off just now was only the ice on the pillar, the pillar didn't even have a gap, what's more terrible, just stopping the knife here, the gap that was cut quickly formed a thick layer of ice.
It was too cold, her teeth were chattering, the backs of her hands were bloodless, her fingers were frozen stiff, and she felt that even the blood was about to congeal.
Only then did I know what real cold is. Compared with the snow valley back then, it can be regarded as warm as spring.
When the ice blade hit the icicle, it had no effect except for the shattered ice, and the cut ice immediately recondensed, thicker and thicker each time. It's completely useless, not to mention any movement in severe cold weather, which is extremely exhausting.
But she refused to give up, and slashed fiercely, making the room full of buzzing.
If you can't knock it open, let's die together!
At this moment, there is no regret in my heart, only endless anger at God-I just want the truth, why did I put myself in a desperate situation! If time travel is going against the sky, then let me die here!
Her strength was about to run out, and her mind went blank. At this moment, she was burned with anger, and her brain was frozen by the severe cold, so she didn't even want to think.
Behind him he suddenly said: "Let's go!"
The sound was extremely firm, and then a strong force swept her up, smashing through the roof and flying out.
She was covered with snow and ice, but she still managed to open her eyes. The moment she flew upside down, she saw the condensed ice and snow all over the room stop and then disappear quickly. It seemed that he was trying hard to let the ice and snow return to his body. It must have been very difficult, as if a master had already struck a palm but then hit her internally with force, she vaguely heard a muffled groan, and then the groan was drowned out by a bang, the house collapsed, and she saw half of the roof collapsed, snow and ice everywhere Splashing, the whole world seems to have become a crystal world. Through the blurred snow and fog, a figure is faintly seen flying out of the window, dragging behind him, and half of a pillar is still tied...
He broke the pillar at the last moment.
Once the pillar was broken, the house collapsed. Jing Hengbo saw that half of the roof fell on him. Fortunately, it was a thatched roof, so he would not be seriously injured.
His figure was a little crooked, the pillar was dragged far behind him, and the burden and burden flitted a snow shadow on the sky.
The dagger flew out of her hand, breaking the pillar with a click, and his body lightened, like a kite with a broken string, flying obliquely across the valley.
Footsteps were heard behind her, and the subordinates rushed over. They were all surprised to see her in a mess.
Naturally, the subordinates got her order and avoided it far away. When they rushed over, the matter had already been settled. Everyone thought that there would be no problems. Who knew that the game they set up would make themselves so embarrassed?
Tianqi kept turning his head to look across the valley, and everyone asked questions, Jing Hengbo lowered his eyes, feeling extremely depressed.
She knew that she didn't have to look for it. Since he earned it, he wouldn't give her another chance to find her.
Once this time, it is almost impossible for him to show up in the future.
Unless the situation of life and death...
She took a breath and stretched out her hand. The skin of her five fingers was frozen off by the ice and snow, and the blood was thick.
Ten fingers connected to heart, excruciating pain.
It hurts so badly.
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This pain is excruciating.
He pressed his heart and fell to his knees with a bang. The grass around me immediately brushed and formed a layer of ice, which froze the white leaf tips.
Behind him, a large piece of ice and snow he brought approached like a flying carpet, and then sank into his body silently. The internal force was forced to flow back, and it would naturally bite back on him. He leaned slightly, and a mouthful of purple blood sprayed on the ice. The color is bright, and the beauty is chilling.
At that moment he was terrified.
What she fears is not death, but if she dies in front of her like this, if she dies because of her, will she be immersed in infinite guilt for the rest of her life, and will she still be able to live happily?
He knew that with her kindness, even if she hated him, she would never accept that he died because of her mistake. Then everything he had done and worked hard would be meaningless.
He wants her to exist freely and powerfully in a world beyond his reach, with eternal light around her, without any shadows.
How could he let himself be her shadow?
At the moment of severe pain in the heart, there was a coldness in the heart.
In fact, when Jing Hengbo locked him and rushed towards him, a thought also flashed in his mind.
That's it, you don't need to hide, lie, hide, right and wrong, give her and yourself a clear understanding of right and wrong.
Enemies are coming from all directions, and they are besieged on all sides. Although they are not fully prepared, since they are coming, let's face them.
Chasing and protecting for so long is redemption, guilt, and can't let go. He wanted to see her grow as soon as possible, to be sure how much he could let go.
As for himself, whether he was forgiven or not was really not that important.
And when Prajna Snow was out of control, and the ice and snow spread, almost hurting her, his impulse of a moment ago was suddenly dispelled.
No, you can't.
It's not that he can't fight side by side with her, but the most terrifying thing is never the enemy in the open and in the dark.
The only thing they can't really beat is time.
No one knows when and where that deadly needle will come out of the body.
At that time, how should she bear it?
It is better not to forgive.
Better to hate him.
There were footsteps around him, and the guards silently surrounded him, not daring to approach him, because at this moment, he was so angry that he could easily hurt others.
"My lord." The guard said softly, "There seems to be a change in the Kanglong army."
He blinked and looked up.
come yet?
These news didn't make him angry, but he could only feel that the time was pressing. The enemies in the dark were coming one after another. Which ones should be dealt with directly, which ones should be put aside first, which ones need to be concealed temporarily, and which ones can be practiced for her. All have to be analyzed Clear, each dealt with.
There is also a Zhenlong chess game in front of him, and every move is carefully designed.
He was slightly silent, as if thinking.
Today's sudden situation is very dangerous and cannot happen again.
In fact, there is another way to postpone the crisis a little bit, but the price paid may be the weakness of eternal life.
But having said that, life may not last long, so what are you afraid of eternal weakness?
In any case, this matter cannot happen again and hurt her again.
He sat down, closed his eyes, his face gradually turned the color of frost and snow, as transparent as ice crystals.
A wisp of Prajna Xue Qi went straight to the heart, slowly coagulating the blood vessels around the needle.
Freezing that deadly needle prevents it from moving again in the short term.
Of course, for such a vital point, the price to be paid for freezing the important blood vessels with a ray of icy true energy for a long time is the health of the heart.
The guards looked worried.
And he sat upright, with a faint white mist around him, like a snow-capped mountain that has been towering on the earth for a long time.
…
Meng Potian felt that the life in the hut was truly hell.
The person on the bed was seriously injured and was unconscious all the time. He didn’t know whether it was because of bad medicine or neglect of care. Many of his wounds had festered. Almost knocked her out.
And after opening the cloth belt, the wound was even more shocking, black, yellow, red, green, unimaginable colors poured out of those red holes that bloomed, the smell was terrible, and the sight was even more terrible. For a moment, she was so big With all the courage, he wanted to throw down the cloth towel and run away screaming.
However, she bit her lip tightly, knelt by the bed, and washed his wounds one by one with warm water. The color of the water in the basin was soon equally disgusting, and the cloth towels were changed one by one, and the warm water was changed one by one to clean all the wounds. , After using eighteen pots of water, she was also wet all over, and even her hair stuck to her forehead, as if she had been poured over her head by a pot of water.
Then apply medicine... bandage... When washing the wound, she focused all her attention on the flesh and blood. She didn't feel it, but now that she was clean, she realized that she was facing the naked body of a young man, which made her want to throw it away again. She escaped under the cloth towel, but in the end she still gritted her teeth and stood still. There were a lot of penetrating wounds, and she had to hug the body and turn it over and over. It was covered with blood and pus, and the body was limp like a pile of dead flesh. Unable to use any strength, she had no choice but to abandon the girl's restraint and shyness, pull his body away, lift his thighs, and gently turn him over while holding him. The girl's smooth cheeks were pressed against the rotting body that had almost lost its vitality. superior…
Too tired and too nervous, she didn't notice the figure standing quietly outside the window.
The man in brocade clothes seemed to be smiling, but Pei Shu's eyes were as dark as night.
Rescuing Meng Potian that day was driven by his sense of responsibility as a man. He never thought about repaying, nor did he think about things related to feelings. He has met so many women, so he understands that the one he likes now is himself. really want.
However, at this moment, in the stinking hut where ordinary people would spit out as soon as they entered, what the girl did silently made his heart, which was as firm as a stone, tremble slightly.
What makes her so persistent, so brave?
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As the night gradually darkened, Meng Potian, who was dying of exhaustion, refused the sleeping place arranged by the Jinyi guards, and only asked for a bench to sleep beside the man on the bed. She was so tired that she fell asleep on the stool, but fell off the stool as soon as she turned over and woke up. As soon as she woke up, she rushed over to check the man's injury, checked his temperature and pulse, and wiped the cold sweat off his body. Gently help him turn over to prevent the wound on his back from compressing and festering. The medicine was changed again in the middle of the night, the kitchen was burning hot water all night, and the **** cloth strips were thrown on the floor. When it was darkest before dawn, she had just wiped the man's forehead and fell asleep after the first meal. He fell asleep, his face was leaning against that ferocious face, and his buttocks were ridiculously dragged far away on the bench.
Outside the window, Pei Shu was standing all the time, his black eyes were like night, twinkling with starlight.
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Such days were almost tormenting, and on the first day, Meng Potian's face became thinner, his entire chin became sharp, his eyes were gloomy, and he looked like a ghost. The man in Jinyi didn't abuse her, and gave her a share of delicious food and drink, but in that damp and smelly hut, who could eat such wounds and pus? Meng Potian just drank some water casually, and he was full of energy, but his spirit seemed a little abnormal, his eyes were burning, and his cheeks were flushed unhealthily. Everyone could see that this girl was under great pressure. Take it, but if she doesn't succeed, she will snap like a taut string.
Pei Shu has protested with the man in Jinyi countless times, either stop lying to him or let him out, but the man in Jinyi ignored him and never approached him. The unlucky guard became a toy for the angry Pei Shu to vent his anger. In Latin, when he delivered food to Pei Shu, he strangled his neck and almost strangled him to death.
This day reached the third night, except for the people in Jinyi who enjoyed it, everyone couldn't stand it anymore.
Then the light in that hut suddenly went out.
After a while, everyone holding their breath heard Meng Potian's cry.
That person, the person she had worked so hard to serve for three days, trying to save his life, died after all.
Meng Potian hugged the distorted and terrifying corpse, and the tears she suppressed for three days finally fell. She cried, crying for the futility of her painstaking efforts, crying for the impermanence of life, crying for thinking that she met hope but ended up in despair, and crying for seventeen For the first time in a year, a young girl's mind is like spring water, and today it has been in vain...
She cried heart-rendingly, and the night birds were startled. The guards in the courtyard listened silently. Those guards who were used to seeing life and death and claimed to be hard-hearted, silently lined up and walked to the man in Jinyi's room.
As soon as the man in brocade clothes saw their posture, he said, "Get out."
He can be soft-hearted, but he doesn't like the soft-hearted guards. If the subordinates are too soft-hearted, the enemy will have loopholes to take advantage of.
The guards retreated silently, but before Zhong Wen left, he said, "Master, you definitely don't want Miss Wen to cry like this."
Jin Yi paused, and for a moment, sighed, sad and lonely: "I'm obviously helping her for her own good, why do everyone still see me as a villain..."
Everyone curled their lips—is there any help from you? When did you help someone and they were not living like death? No wonder Ms. Wen wrote on your birthday cake: "Death is more than a crime, and all crimes are full."
The man in brocade was stunned for a while, sighed, and pressed a button.
A whirlwind swept past him, almost taking him off the couch.
In the hut, Meng Potian stopped crying.
After venting, let's go on the road in a refreshing way, don't wait for someone to remind you, it's too ugly.
She drew the knife, and the bright back of the knife reflected the girl's face, which had been haggard for three days, and her eyes were dark and dull.
The most beautiful time in this world seems to have passed, just in the coffin and on the roulette that day.
She felt that she had no regrets in this life. She had met the brightest young man she had ever met, had quarreled with him, had trouble with him, had intimate contact with him, and in the instant of life and death, he had exchanged his life for his life.
Even if she knew that what he gave was not love, it was still beautiful.
The knife was raised, reflecting his own eyebrows, and a pair of... jet-black pupils.
Pei Shu's pupils!
The knife fell to the ground with a clang.
The door was knocked open with a bang, he kicked in from the outside, she kicked out from the inside, the door panel was shattered, two legs collided, Pei Shu raised his brows, Meng Potian said "Ouch", and smiled with tears in his eyes. Weeping, she threw herself into his arms.
Pei Shu wanted to push her out again, but Meng Potian stepped on his boot.
"I knew you weren't dead! But how dare you pretend to be dead!"
Pei Shu's arms were a little stiff. The body of the girl in his arms trembled slightly, she was crying, but she was cursing viciously, this feeling made him a little dazed, wondering if Jing Hengbo would do the same when he encountered this scene?
"Meng Potian, I want to tell you," he gently pushed her shoulder, but he couldn't move, and simply whispered in her ear, "I like Jing Hengbo."
The body in his arms froze, and the crying stopped. After a while, Meng Potian straightened up and raised his head, looking straight into his eyes.
"I know." She said clearly.
Pei Shu turned his head to see her hugging his arm.
Meng Potian let go of him.
Just as Pei Shu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Meng Potian suddenly stood on tiptoe and pinched his chin.
Pei Shu's handsome face suddenly flattened...
Before he could shake off or growl, he met her eyes.
Because she was thinner, she looked even bigger, and the light was shining at this moment, which seemed overwhelming. He didn't expect that she seemed to be unfrustrated, and she was stunned for a moment, forgetting to move.
She raised her head on tiptoe, pinched his chin, forced him to face her, and said word by word: "I want to tell you too. The one I like is Pei Shu."
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