sinovels Chapter 101 Unable to Repay
Chapter 101 Unable to Repay
"Of course." His eyes were so soft that he stretched his hands under my knees, walked to the bedroom with his arms crossed, and put me on his knees, "However, I'm worried that Xiaojiu overestimated my concentration."
I jumped down from his lap with a blushing face, put a bowl of water in a jade bowl between the two pillows, and asked, "Is this better?"
He smiled softly, and didn't mock my self-deception. He just pulled me back in front of him, buried his head in the neck and sniffed deeply for a while, then lightly pecked the corner of my mouth, and said, "No way, then pay in advance." It's better."
So I was pressed in my arms and rubbed in a daze. Although my breathing was a little short and his face made my heart beat faster, it was not as big a reaction as the ghost pressed the bed last night.
too weird.
Mingming San and I are Taoist couples.
But in any case, this innocuous advance payment can be exchanged for a peaceful night's sleep, which is not a loss.
Looking at the calm water in the bowl, I fell asleep with confidence.
Unfortunately, I still woke up in the middle of the night.
I drank too much wine in the afternoon, and now my stamina has picked up. I feel dry mouth and burning heart.
I subconsciously touched the jade bowl next to my pillow.
But felt empty.
The jade bowl was moved by someone, and appeared on the table inexplicably, but not a drop of water was spilled.
I was eager to quench my thirst, and without thinking too much, I got out of bed and came to the table.
But after a closer look, Wan was obviously still staying by the pillow.
Am I dazzled?
While rubbing my eyes, a pair of cold hands stretched out from under the bed, dragged me in, and then tightly covered my mouth.
Still the familiar smell of sea water mixed with blood.
The difference is that this time I was able to move, so I struggled violently. The space under the bed was limited, and I couldn't do without his control. During the entanglement, my palm touched the other person's face.
I froze immediately, and my fingers slowly sketched from his eyebrows to the corners of his eyes, then to his nose, chin, and ears.
No mistake, this is a face that is exactly the same as my Taoist companion "Three".
Even if I lose my memory, I will still be moved by the face when I see it.
It actually grew on this evil spirit who forced me.
But only I can see him, even if I wake up San, it will only be regarded as having another nightmare, not to mention he won't let me do what I want.
In just a moment of loss of consciousness, he quickly untied the thorns wrapped around his wrists, tied my hands to the top of my head, put the tail blade against my neck, and said in a low voice, "Don't move."
After experiencing the humiliation last night, I knew that he was a pervert full of sadism, struggling would only be counterproductive, so I obediently did not move.
The knowledge thorns are fastened together by silver rings and sharp blades one by one. He tied them too tightly, causing the skin and flesh to get stuck in the joint gaps. Although the thin wounds are not deep, they are painful.
A ghost is usually full of resentment and obsession. He must have been a bad person when he was alive, I thought.
So becoming a ghost is also full of lustful thoughts.
It was very dark under the bed, and even the glazed eyes were dimmed as if they had lost their vitality. I couldn't see any light. I could only continue to imagine his smiling face out of thin air, and boldly said: "It really hurts."
His voice was still cold, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You are always like this, saying hurtful things, doing hurtful things, and then screaming innocently, that's why I have been deceived by you, and I really feed the dog."
Another incomprehensible accusation.
The more confused I was, the angrier he became, "Now I'm pretending that I don't remember anything, do you think I'll still believe you?"
As he said that, the sharp tail blade went down along the veins of the blood vessels in his neck and sank into the skirt of his clothes. The posture seemed to tear me open.
If this is the case, I have to use the self-healing function, and I will be discovered by San, and all traces of infidelity will be exposed.
The machine violates the setting, it is betrayal, the most taboo, just imagining it, I feel suffocated, I can only beg: "Then how can you let me go?"
Jing Nian was silent for a while, then let go of the Jing Jing that bound me, and said: "If you want me to let you go, you have to pay back what I owe you. It's pointless for me to force you, you can do it yourself."
His instructions were very vague, and as a machine, I couldn't quite understand them, but I didn't dare to ask me what I owed him. I just took it for granted that it was something between the bed and started to loosen the laces.
Originally, I had learned from the past, so I deliberately added a few more clothes before going to bed to wrap myself tightly, but now it seems that I am purely punishing myself.
Jing Nian didn't urge me either, he only waited for me to disassemble myself completely and put him in front of him, then tapped the bed board with my knuckles, mockingly said: "If you really don't remember anything, then why did you let me Frivolous, is she really a good wife?"
"I didn't, why do you say that about me!" I was so angry that I wanted to put my clothes back on, but he held me down again.
"I really want the person on the bed to see your lewd appearance."
"You..." I was really scared this time, "How can you go back on your word?"
He sneered, and with his fingertips he picked up the bud that was trembling slightly in the cold air. "I don't count what I say, but what you owe me, brother, is far more than that."
As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils dilated and blood flowed out from the seven orifices. The voice echoed in my ears over and over again, and pressed against my chest, but there was nothing but silence.
"You owe me a life, a heart, everything you can't repay."
My pupils trembled, could it be that I was the one who killed Jing Nian?
It's just a casual lie to San, saying that he dreamed of a ghost taking his life, but it never came true.
"So, I will never let you go."
The evil ghost gritted his teeth in my ear, like a curse full of hatred, and also like a heartfelt utterance only for me.
indistinguishable.
Because the thoughts have long been collided and scattered, just like the bowl of water only separated from the bed board, dangling and wet a large piece of pillow towel.
The forgotten pain in my mind had a faint tendency to break out, but I was too frightened to wake up suddenly.
This time it was a real dream.
I was still lying on San's side, and there was not a drop in the bowl of water.
San stretched out his arms around my waist and asked me how I slept last night. I was afraid that he would be worried, and the other was guilty, so I could only forcefully smile.
"Slept well, didn't have any dreams."
He combed my hair and asked me gently if I knew the plan for today.
Naturally, I know that today is the second day before the wedding, which is the day when invitations are distributed.
In fact, it doesn't matter what you do, as long as you don't lie on the bed and sleep, I'm really afraid of that evil ghost.
The invitation was drawn by San himself. On the gold-plated cover is a cup of sake and a vine wattle. When you open it, you can see petals falling from the vine wattle. The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and the fragrance of wine. .
There are preparations for all the sects that can be called in Tianyi City, and the scale of the wedding should be unprecedentedly large.
However, halfway through the invitation post, something went wrong.
Many disciples in the sect suddenly developed symptoms of obsession, just like the Nuo opera performers yesterday.
The problem is that artists are at least mortals, but many of these disciples are at the Nascent Soul stage or even higher.
It was as if someone knew about the wedding, so they made frequent trips to prevent it from going smoothly.
The disciple was infatuated, so the sect naturally made a mess of porridge, and no one came to present the prepared congratulatory gifts.
I saw a box on the top at a glance.
It turned on automatically.
Inside was a dead mangrove stem.
A pure black flower actually bloomed on it.
Three yanked out his whip and split the box into pieces.
"This is a mangrove tree that is unique to Yancheng. It is rare to wait for it to bloom once in a thousand years."
I asked, "How about the meeting?"
"This kind of mangrove was originally born in the Demon Realm, and was later cultivated by the Yanshi clan. They used it to make puppets that could become living Yanshi. The flowers are naturally even better. They feed on the magic energy, even if the person has been smashed to pieces. , and can also reshape flesh and blood."
He seemed to have thought of something, the golden pupils on the black satin flickered, and he said to the shadow guard: "Go back to the Wuyun Sect immediately, and go to the secret realm of Qigen Peak to see if there is anything unusual at the junction of the human domain and the demon domain."