Xiaoyue's hands were tied and she lost the ability to resist after being planted on the ground.
Moreover, there was a piece of cloth stuffed in her mouth, and the fangs of the venomous snake bit her arm several times. She was in pain but could not cry out, and the only sound coming out of her throat was bursts of painful whimpers.
That snake is really venomous.
Only a moment later, Xiaoyue lay on the ground and began to twitch all over. Her whimpering sounds did not last long. Soon she could not be heard calling anymore. Her only eyes were staring, and her face was distorted. With the amplitude of the twitching, It got bigger and bigger, and his eyes widened even more, and finally he died with his eyes wide open.
"Master, she is dead."
The man in black touched Xiaoyue's breath, stood up and reported back to Shen Zhixi.
Shen Zhixi didn't take a look, but said calmly: "Throw it away, just treat it as if it has disappeared from the world."
"yes."
The man in black was carrying the snake bag in one hand, and at the same time he was carrying Xiaoyue's body on his shoulders. He quickly went out. Shen Zhixi was the only one left in the room again. She looked at the half-open window just in time to see the hanging Looking at the moon in the sky, I forgot for a moment that I was going to pick up Wan Ying from Fang Rou's house.
After a long time, she took out a cloth bag from her arms.
It was still the same candy bag that Song Lianzhou had hidden for three years.
She lowered her head and gently stroked the rough fabric with her fingertips. She recalled everything that happened in the greenhouse in the afternoon, and tears filled her eyes again. She didn't know whether it was sadness or joy, but the corner of her mouth curled up slightly into a smile.
"Hope it goes well, idiot."
*
In the city.
Dressed in red, Pray stood out among the crowd. He was good-looking and dressed so flamboyantly that the little girls passing by would peek at him shyly.
He was coming out of the medical clinic, holding two packages of medicine in his hands.
As soon as he entered the street, he turned into the alley next to the road. He walked around the back room and was about to go to the room. When he looked up, he saw someone standing on the room. He was startled, and immediately made a vigilant expression, and put the medicine bag in his hand. Hide behind your back.
"Uncle Guo, what a coincidence."
The person in the room who seemed to be disappearing into the night, dressed in black, was not Song Lianzhou.
Song Lianzhou stood with his hands behind his hands, looking down with indifference.
He didn't respond, rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Uncle Guo is not waiting for me here specifically, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence. Master, if you have anything to say, why don't you stand so high? Looking at me like that scares me."
Song Lianzhou's expression remained the same, still looking at him coldly in silence.
"Then since Uncle Guo has nothing to do, I'll leave first." Qi Yuan pursed his lips and smiled. He turned around and jumped up into the air. He was about to jump up the high wall and slip away from the other side.
Suddenly, a piece of black tiles flew behind him.
Although it was just a tile, the overwhelming force seemed to penetrate his body.
Praying's ears twitched, and the hem of his clothes flew in the air, turned around to avoid flying tiles, and then fell steadily back to the ground.
Looking up again, the tile was half embedded in the thick wall.
"Ha." Qi Xiang grinned, then hid the medicine packet behind his back, and said, "As expected of my uncle-in-law, he has great internal strength. I've seen it before."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Lianzhou, who was in the opposite room, flew towards him.
His expression changed, he tightened the strap of the medicine bag, leaned back slightly and slid away at a very fast speed, one black and one red, one attacking and the other retreating, without using any moves, but the air around him seemed to have been carried away The fierce murderous aura.
He retreated to the end of the alley, prayed to straighten his body, stepped on the wall with his back foot, jumped into the air and rolled over Song Lianzhou's head, and finally fell to the ground. His expression no longer meant to be a joke.
"Why bother?" he said.
"Your majestic uncle, there are many women who are willing to bear children for you. Why use such coercive means to force others? What's the point of forcing? If you lose your grace, both of you will be unhappy. Why bother?"
Song Lianzhou remained silent and struck again with his killing move.
No longer avoiding the prayer, the two of them started to fight in the narrow alley.
One is as powerful as a mountain and the other is as smart as the wind. Wherever the wind passes by, the wall is affected, leaving traces like the claws of a beast.
Hidden on a tall, dense tree not far from the wall was a masked man wearing night clothes, watching everything that happened in the alley.
"Song Lianzhou!"
A loud cry of prayer.
When he looked again, the medicine bag in his hand had already been in Song Lianzhou's hand.
Song Lianzhou raised the package of medicine into the air, and then blasted it with the wind from his palm. The two packages of medicine, including the paper and the medicinal materials inside, turned into a pile of powder and sprinkled down from the air like falling sand.
Even so, Song Lianzhou didn't feel relieved.
When he was about to take action again, he quickly waved his hands to stop him, "Let's go, he's gone."
Song Lianzhou seemed to be unable to hear, and his moves were still fierce and powerful.
"No, I said the person was gone, and you still hit me?"
"Hey, he's gone!"
"What do you mean, I'm pretty good at acting, how can I be more serious about it?"
He prayed while hiding and shouting, and from time to time he was forced to return a few moves. It was clear that he was just acting, but now he felt that he had been betrayed by Shen Zhixi. Song Lianzhou was not acting, he was clearly using every move. It's a dead hand.
"With your skills, you are worthy of being a guard."
Song Lianzhou's abrupt and contemptuous words suddenly changed Qi Yuan's face, and his competitive spirit was aroused. He could say anything, but he could not question his ability as a secret guard. When he was sitting on a fire at such a young age, Does the position of leader of the Youtang secret guards depend on his face?
"Wait, stop."
Praying waved his hand to stop, and said seriously: "If you want to have a serious fight, you can, but you have to agree first, no slaps in the face."
Before he finished speaking, Song Lianzhou attacked again.
"I'm really convinced. You're here again, aren't you? You just want to kill me with just one move?"
"No... I told you not to show your face."
"You are sick, Song Lianzhou. I really can't blame Shen Zhixi for resisting you so much. You..."
Song Lianzhou was scolded for being sick, and Shen Zhixi was also dragged into it. His moves became even colder and more severe, almost as if he was rushing to kill the person he prayed for.
"My face...my face!"
Praying waved his hand again to say stop, touched his face, and actually felt blood on his skin under his eyes.
He looked at the blood on his fingers with disbelief in his eyes.
"Face, my face."
"I told you no slaps in the face, no slaps in the face, but you still..."
When he raised his eyelids again, his eyes were red.
"Song Lianzhou, I'm not done with you!"
Then, he took the initiative and was no longer passive, but his red eyes showed some grievance, which was particularly interesting to watch.
Song Lianzhou not only sneered, but even mocked deliberately.
"What a pretty little lady."
"Are you insulting me?" Qi Xiang was really angry. He changed his gentle approach and became more ruthless, "I'll fight you!"
But the angrier he got, the more Song Lianzhou smiled, not taking his anger into consideration at all.
