At this time, Xie Queshan suddenly talked about a distant past event.
"When I was a teenager, my mother and I escaped from Lanzhou and met a group of bandits along the way. In order to avoid them, we hid in an empty tiger cave with U. A bandit discovered us, but He didn't say anything and let us go. I was very grateful to him... Later, I accidentally learned that he just made a bet with his companions on whether the tiger would eat the woman or the boy first when it returned to its nest. .”
Nan Yi looked into his eyes.
How can such contradictory gazes, ruthless and sad, exist in one person's eyes?
She vaguely understood the underlying meaning of his words. Even if he didn't kill anyone, there were countless ways to kill people in this world.
There are wolves, tigers and leopards everywhere, and now she has no bargaining chip to survive.
She asked tremblingly: "Are you going to do this to me?"
"I wanted to kill you," he murmured, "I once thought that your life was a gift from me, and I could take it back at any time. But every time, I couldn't do it."
Nan Yi's mind buzzed, and in an instant he seemed to see silent lightning in the distance, and countless flashes of light flashed before his eyes.
With his impressive skills, how could she stab him in the chest accurately with her poor kung fu? Unless he showed weakness himself.
But why should he show weakness?
An answer seems to be coming soon.
"What is more than pity?" He seemed to be asking her, but also seemed to be asking himself.
At this moment, she was confused and clear, as if she had touched the boundary of a certain minefield. Beyond the boundary was pitch black. She did not dare to step over or look at it. She could only follow his words and ask blankly: "What is it?" "
Their breaths mingled and their eyes intertwined.
Xie Queshan raised his hand to support Nan Yi's cheek. For the first time, his palms were cold.
Then his kiss fell.
With a bang and a belated thunder, all the fig leaves were torn apart, and those monster-like desires poured out from the cracks.
At first, it was just a little bit of water, gasping for breath, and blending into the same frequency. When she finally reacted, she struggled violently and touched the injury on his chest. Blood was flowing out along the torn wound.
As if the pain aroused some desire for aggression, his kiss suddenly became fierce, and he wanted to devour her.
The tip of her tongue was covered with blood, and all resistance turned into lingering.
The wind rumbled at the wooden door, and there were black mountains and white water in the distance, and the sky was half-open above my head.
She was forced to follow his movements and raise her head. She was like a puppet in his arms, invaded inch by inch, with nowhere to escape. In the end, she could only bite his lip recklessly and hastily.
He painfully let go of her lips and gasped heavily.
"Xie Queshan! You bastard!"
A bright blush rose on her cheeks, as if she was angry, but also as if she was hiding a guilty conscience. Why didn't she indulge in this kiss for a short time?
She was so distraught that she could only bluff and curse.
He didn't move at all, just looked into her eyes. She could also clearly see his eyes that were very close at hand. In a daze, she had the illusion that it was like the afterglow of the setting sun falling on the waves, and the floating light was golden. It was so beautiful, but in a blink of an eye, the night rose. The sea became an abyss again.
Xie Queshan whispered: "Nanyi, you have to know that people's hearts are very evil. A man's love for a woman is also very cheap."
He is also convincing himself.
The love between a man and a woman is nothing more than selfish desires. It comes and goes quickly. This is the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, beautiful but useless. In this troubled world, it can only add to the burden.
He let go and took a step back.
His tone was compassionate, no matter how lustful: "When you are reincarnated in the next life, be that swan goose, and don't be that strong grass."
She finally understood that he showed these secret emotions without scruples because this secret would be buried here forever with her death.
He won't kill her with his own hands, which stems from his little bit of love, but he won't let her live either, because that's his reason.
"Xie Queshan, don't do this to me."
She was really panicked. When a man confesses his love but is still ready to kill you, it is a fatal decision.
She couldn't help but beg weakly. She is such a person. In any airtight dead situation, as long as she can find a small gap, she will squeeze out with all her strength.
Even this gap is just the mercy of Xie Queshan.
"I won't run away again, I swear... I'm very smart, I can do a lot of things for you. Forgive me again... The consequences are not very serious now, right? Let's just pretend that nothing happened, "The more she spoke, the more eager she became, and she even began to speak indiscriminately, "I can stay by your side, I can be your -"
What to do with him? mistress? Concubine?
But the next words were swallowed alive and could no longer be spoken.
She finally discovered that there are some bottom lines that must be higher than life and death, such as love and body.
Those copybooks written countless times contained the etiquette, justice and shame he taught her, which made her speechless at this moment.
He looked at her quietly for a few seconds, with a flash of anger in his eyes. He hoped that she would not say it. Those real and soul-touching auspicious stars in the past would fall into the quagmire with her words, but he actually There was also a moment when I desperately wished she would say it.
She fell silent, the last trace of her voice stuck in her throat, unable to form syllables.
Xie Queshan left without looking back.
The wooden door closed, and the cage finally became a cage.
As soon as he left, she was abandoned in this neglected hut. He had already sentenced her to death while she was still alive. She could only do this, helplessly watching her vitality slowly pass away in the cold winter, and eventually she would freeze to death.
She tried to shake the bars on the window, but the hunting lodge was built to be wolf-proof and was much sturdier than she had imagined.
For a moment, the fear of death occupied all her thoughts. Nan Yi shouted hysterically out the window: "Xie Queshan! Don't leave! Xie Queshan - why! Why do you!"
The shouts fell into silence without even a ripple. The sound of horse hooves sounds from near to far, and people are really leaving.
"I hate you!"
She shouted desperately at the horse hoof prints left on the ground, tears streaming down her face.
But the cold wind blew by, and the small cry was blown away in an instant. The mountains were still majestic, and the world was still vast, but there was no room for her as a speck of dust.
There was nothing she could do.
She got involved in these things because of him. He tied her up, kissed her, and abandoned her, making her the most ridiculous plaything in the world. She hates him so much, hates him for being selfish and domineering, hates him for being cruel, and even hates that he once gave her tenderness and hope, but now he has taken it all back.
Is it beyond redemption?
She finally believed it. He is a monster.
——
On this day, Xu Keyue suffered Wanyan Jun's thunderous wrath again. Things were not going well outside, he was angry, and she accidentally got into trouble with him.
Wanyan Jun burned the books she brought in front of her. He said they were Han books and she kept them like treasures, but she still had second thoughts.
But these books were clearly what he had mercifully allowed her to take before traveling. He was in a good mood at that time and liked her. He spent some time coaxing her and said, "The journey is boring. Don't you like reading? Then bring a few more boxes to relieve your fatigue."
Xu Keyue felt extremely distressed. She would rather he beat her, and the physical pain would be better than the mental torture. But he would never leave any obvious scars on her body. He wanted her body to be white and flawless, so he was good at torturing her in other places. He was a very thoughtful person and was always looking for people's weaknesses.
He wanted to burn the books, but she didn't dare to stop him. If she acted too excited, he would get more excited, and the few books she had hidden in the room would not be saved.
I could only watch hard, and after he left, I rushed to gather the ashes together. I didn't want to throw them away in a corner or let the wind blow them away, so I dug a hole in the backyard and buried them in it.
There is a small gate in the backyard, and few people come and go. At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Xu Keyue went to open the door suspiciously.
Xu Keyue was shocked when she saw the visitor. It turned out to be Xie Queshan who had been missing for several days and was covered in blood.
He was exhausted and could only hold on to the door frame to stand firm: "Tell Wanyan Jun... the Yucheng army's camp is at the abandoned Taoist temple in Hukou Mountain."
After saying this, he fell down. Xu Mengyue was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and his whole body was pressed on her shoulders.
Xu Keyue was stunned for a few seconds. She didn't know how long this man had been walking in the mountains. His whole body was as cold as a brick. There seemed to be some stickiness on her hands. She looked down and saw that they were covered in blood.
Her voice trembled unconsciously, and she shouted: "Come quickly!"
The palace used to be quiet, but today the servants and servants were rushing in and out in a hurry.
Xie Queshan's wound damaged his lungs, he lost too much blood, and he had been walking in the cold mountains for a long time, and he had long since become hypothermic and exhausted. Several of the best doctors in the city were captured, and the Da Luo gods took turns to fight, and finally rescued the people from the hands of the Lord of Hell. It can be regarded as a miracle.
In the evening, Xie Queshan woke up once and exchanged a few words with Wanyan Jun in the room. Wanyan Jun walked out of the room with a frown on his face.
Just in time to catch up with Usha's hurried visit - Usha finally remembered that the sword spike in the dancer's corpse belonged to Xie Queshan!
