Fengguixu

Chapter 68

On the ground floor of Naihe Palace, there are light gauze curtains, lingering cold fragrance, and twelve bronze lamps lit all night long.

After taking a bath, Feng Yin walked down the steps slowly with her long ink-like hair loose.

He walked very slowly, surprisingly slowly.

In life, he always spared his physical strength too much.

But when he shot, he was fast, ridiculously fast.As soon as the shards of white porcelain that were quenched with cold light disturbed the air and came out of the shadows, they were held in Lian Cidai's arms in the next breath.

"Are you awake?" The air was filled with the bitter fragrance of medicine. Feng Yin glanced at the smashed medicine bowl not far away, and when she looked back, the joy was gone, and the strength in her hand increased, and she sneered, "I just woke up so energetic ?”

The person whose wrist was pinched and the acupuncture point was pressed glared at him. His face was so pale that it was almost transparent. It was obviously haggard and weak. , his back was still straight, and his chapped lips were also pursed into a stubborn arc because of the pain.

This kind of Shen Ruins, alive and full of vivid emotions, is indeed much more interesting than when he was in a coma.

Feng Yin was happy again, and looked at him with great interest, as if seeing the person in front of her for the first time.

Shen Xu panted hoarsely under his inexplicably fiery gaze, he was seriously injured, and the failed and clumsy sneak attack just now had exhausted all his strength, when he spoke, his voice was stagnant: "This is... where? "

"Naihe Palace." Feng Yin wrapped his arms around his waist, seemingly confining him, but actually supporting him.

Shen Xu's expression was blank, as if he was thinking about where the Naihe Palace is.

"Tianchi Baili Monument, the residence of the deity." Feng Yin forcefully opened his hand, and took away the porcelain piece he was clutching desperately. After a little luck, the porcelain piece turned into powder in an instant and scattered in the air, and said in a warm voice, "In the future If you want to kill me, don’t use this, spread the word, the dignified Lord of the Demon Sect died in a piece of scum, it’s very embarrassing.”

Then he lowered his head, poked out his tongue, and licked away the blood dripping from the palm of Shen Xu's hand -- there were two shallow wounds drawn by broken porcelain.

The palms were wet, and there was a tingling.

Shen Xu rolled his eyes bluntly, his pupils constricted suddenly, he stared at Feng Yin, shocked, suspicious, resisted, his eyes were extremely complicated, Feng Yin looked at him from bottom to top, pursed his lips, and was very satisfied with his reaction .Then, little by little, Feng Yin sensed the change, and Shen Hui gradually became calm, indifferent, and alienated, looking at him like a stranger.

Feng Yin straightened her back and played with the fingers of that hand: "Why do you look at me like this?"

He didn't like the look in his eyes.

Shen Xu laughed self-deprecatingly: "Aren't you going to kill me with one step? Why is it changed to house arrest now? It's like this hypocrisy, flattery and coaxing. Is it possible that I still have any use value?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Shen Xu frowned in disgust, it turned out that he could also say thorny words.

Feng Yin raised his eyebrows, and instead of getting angry, he said with a smile: "Shen Lang doesn't need to belittle himself, even if you have no use value, you don't deserve to die for this face, besides, this deity is not the kind Throwing person, if you are obedient, I will treat you the same as before."

Heh, it's as if he wasn't the one who stabbed him to death.Shen Xu lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, thinking to himself, where did it come from?

But it's all a joke.

Like the past, don't worry about it.

He knew very well that even ten Shen Xu could not compete with one Feng Yin when it comes to lip service.He didn't want to utter bad words anymore, so he simply shut up.

In Feng Yin's eyes, his silent and forbearing appearance showed a different meaning.

Feng Yin originally wanted to tease her with a few more words to relieve the dullness of the past few days, when she lowered her eyes, she saw a spring, and her Adam's apple moved slightly.

It's strange to say that these days when Shen Xu was in a coma, Feng Yin did all the trivial things like cleaning his body and changing his dressings by himself. At that time, he stripped people naked and didn't have any charming thoughts. But it was also neatly dressed, only the neckline was slightly open, revealing a cold white neck and a looming collarbone, and just a line of chest and abdomen, dry and nothing to see...

The person who was forced to lean on his chest suddenly let out a muffled groan, and Feng Yin was startled to realize that she had folded her arms unknowingly, which hurt the person, frowning, and hastily let go.

As soon as he let go, Shen Xu became unsteady and fell to the ground. Feng Yin cursed secretly in his heart, and had no choice but to retrieve him. This time, he directly picked him up, swept his eyes away, and suddenly touched Shen Xu's chest. The bloody flowers bloomed, and his complexion completely sank: "The wound is open."

In the voice, there is the power of the storm.

"It's okay to toss less, lie down and recuperate!"

Shen Xu didn't know what kindness the weasel was playing in giving the chicken New Year's greetings, so he sneered: "Isn't this injury all thanks to Your Excellency?"

Feng Yin paused, and for the first time did not say anything to push her back.

Because he did stab that sword.

Even though he didn't want Shen Xu to die.

On Meiwu Ridge, everyone thought that Feng Yin had killed Shen Xu, and Feng Yin said so in person in public, what he said in detail, was lacklustre, left and right were nothing more than "this is what happens to those who oppose the Holy Cult" or something like that He said to kill chickens to warn monkeys, but in the end, when the Holy Cult left Meiwuling with the hostages of various factions, he immediately secretly ordered Cang Ming to collect Shen Xu's body.

It's called collecting corpses, but it's actually a rescue. Although he intentionally missed Shen Xu when he drew his sword halfway, he had expected that Shen Xu would still be breathing, but that night, when he really saw the dying Shen Xu in Naihe Palace, he saw that death with his own eyes. He still panicked when he saw the hideous wound left by the sword.

In Feng Yin's life, he rarely panicked.Even if he himself is going to die soon, he will never worry about gains and losses like that night.Shen Xu's life was hanging by a thread, but he still had a high fever.

For the first time, like a normal man, he would regret taking risks, blame himself, and would guard a person for three days and three nights without closing his eyes.

This is very weird, before that, he thought that Shen Xu was just a pawn played by him wantonly, although he was not without appreciation, not without favor, and occasionally he was bewitched by beauty, but that was only for a while.Temporary freshness.Just like cats and dogs, even though they are well-behaved and cute, and beauties are charming and seductive, but when they die, they die, and there will be another one after death, so there is nothing to regret.

But Shen Ruins was different.

He is different.

What is the difference?

Feng Yin thought about this question so much that her head was about to explode.

He could no longer be as comfortable as before, and he was gradually unable to control all his emotions in front of Shen Xu.

The bright red hurt his eyes.

He put Shen Xu back on the couch in silence, and roughly ripped open the skirt of his clothes.

His face must have been ugly.

Shen Xu should have been frightened by him, his body exposed to the air suddenly trembled, and his eyes widened in panic: "You, what do you want to do?"

Feng Yin didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to change his medicine, how could the life he finally got back from Lord Yan's hands be damaged a little bit?His head was already a little crazy, but when he heard Shen Xu's cold and stern tone, saw Shen Xu's tight body and the repulsion in his eyes, every detail of his body, even the strands of hair were clamoring that he didn't want to have anything to do with him. During physical contact, Feng Yin's sanity suddenly returned.

If normal people's rationality is used to stay away from crazy behavior, Feng Yin is just the opposite, the more sober he is, the crazier he is, so now he wants to do something again.

The hand that reached for the bandage looked away.

Wandering and wandering, kneading and pinching.

Shen Xu was very sensitive, too sensitive, his body still had the residual heat from a high fever, and he couldn't touch it, it would turn red when he touched it, like a mountain fire stretching on a snow-capped mountain.

Feng Yin was fascinated for a moment.

Famous swordsmen in the Jianghu world, no matter how well maintained they are, there are cocoons left by the sword hilt in the palm of their palms. The rough cocoons grind the tender meat, bringing a sense of comfort and sinking.

Shen Xu's scalp was numb, he couldn't bear it any longer, he gritted his teeth and roared: "Jade Jinhuan!"

Feng Yin paused for a moment, leaned over quickly, and clenched Shen Xu's chin, with sparks hidden in his eyes, anger mixed with unspeakable fire, he chuckled softly, "What do you call this deity?"

Shen Xu was startled, as if awakened suddenly, the heat in his eyes faded away in an instant, and he glanced away.

He didn't want to call Feng Yin's name, he didn't know Feng Yin well enough to be able to call her by his name directly: "Please, Lord Feng, respect yourself..."

The rest of the words were all blocked by the cool lips.

Feng Yin's kiss is just like his own, domineering, ruthless, decisive, once it burns, it will be a blazing fire, leaving no embers.

Shen Xu's meager resistance was almost useless under this extreme attack. He pushed, dodged, and fled, but he couldn't fight with his tongue, and he still had sharp teeth.

This kiss gradually haunts the blood, biting, entangled, sucking, breathing hot, lips burning.

Feng Yin even unlocked Shen Xu's acupuncture points later, but Shen Xu's whole body was soft from the kiss, his forehead pressed against the broad shoulder, panting and coughing, he couldn't even lift his fingers, his eyes were filled with water: "Get out... Cough...cough cough cough...get out!"

He didn't want to see Feng Yin, wanted to drive her away, but then realized that this was his territory, he became furious, coughed harder, and grabbed the quilt tightly with one hand, pinching out messy folds.

Feng Yinju looked down at him condescendingly, a moment of pity flashed in his eyes, but only for a moment.

"I'll call you wrong once in the future, just kiss like this once. The more disgusted you are, the more interesting I am." He raised his hand, his thumb and forefinger wiped off the blood on his lips, his lower lip was bitten several times by Shen Xu Blood smeared out from time to time, and was rolled away by the long tongue, other than that, his complexion was as usual, not like Shen Xu, from face to body, everything turned pink with embarrassment, he was still adding firewood, "If you really hate me touching you, just keep in mind that my surname is Feng and my name is Yin."

Shen Xu's coughing gradually subsided, and he remembered that Feng Yin, a lunatic, was soft but not hard, the more he fought with him, the more entangled he became, and if he wanted to have a conversation with him, he had to be soft.

So nod.

"good."

The depression in her heart was swept away, Feng Yin rolled her lips, she was in a good mood, she helped someone change the medicine, then went to clean up the broken porcelain bowl on the ground, went out for a while, and when she came back, she had another bowl in her hand Freshly boiled medicine and preserves.

Shen Xu half-opened his eyes, lying flat on the couch, thinking of something.

Feng Yin handed him the medicine bowl, he sat up and drank it obediently, Feng Yin casually stuffed a candied fruit into his mouth, and he swallowed it obediently.

Feng Yin sat down on the side of the couch, and he moved in.

Feng Yin looked at him like a frightened bird, and felt displeased: "You look like this deity is bullying you."

Is not it?The sharp pain on his lips was still there, Shen Xu raised his eyelids to look at him, then quickly lowered them.

Feng Yin laughed: "Obviously I was the one who was bitten."

deserve it.Shen Xu continued to move.

Feng Yin coaxed softly: "Okay, okay, don't retreat, I know it, and I won't kiss you in the future."

He lied to the dead that he would not pay for his life, Shen Xu didn't believe it at all, and said concisely: "Let me go."

Feng Yin smiled: "No."

Shen Xu frowned: "Why?"

Feng Yin: "Tell me first, what do you want to do after you go out?"

Shen Xu didn't even think about it: "Kill Sikong Zhufeng."

Feng Yin raised her eyebrows, as if I knew it, and analyzed for him: "If you want to kill the holy lady, you must first defeat the fourth elder of the presbytery hall. You have also seen Yan Fu, one of the four elders. That stupid man is a Alcoholic, but his martial arts are not bad, and the other three are not far behind him. After cleaning up the elder hall, you have to deal with the two protectors on the left and right. After fighting against each other, no one knows better than you how strong you are. After that, there are sixteen servant girls of Yanyun. They are the personal maidservants of the holy aunt, and each possesses special skills. Among these people, if you take them out alone, they are not your opponents. , but what if they join hands to go together?"

Shen Xu is not stupid, he naturally knows the truth that two fists are hard to beat with four hands.

"But you still want to kill her." Feng Yin rubbed the center of her brows to hide her fatigue, "Even if this is a dead end, you still have to go to the dead end, right?"

"She killed my benefactor." Shen Xu said, turning over the old account, "You knew it from the beginning, but you still lied to me that I was Qiu Chaosheng."

Feng Yin waved his sleeves: "Because I don't want you to die."

Shen Xu was leaning on the head of the bed, his eyes were dim, this person obviously stabbed him without thinking, but now he came here to say something nice, I really don't know how he got such a thick skin?Shen Xu didn't believe a word, and said flatly: "At that time, you just wanted to lure me to investigate Qiu Chaosheng."

Feng Yin didn't take it seriously, she shrugged and said: "This way you don't have to die, and I can achieve my goal, kill two birds with one stone, why not do it?"

Shen Xu closed his eyes and tried to suppress the anger in his belly. He didn't understand why Feng Yin spoke of using and deceiving so lightly. It seemed that this was just a trivial matter. Could it be that people in the Demon Cult have such a temper ?Shen Xu didn't want to attribute this difference to different sects, he was more willing to believe that he and Feng Yin were completely different people, they cherished different things and had different ideas, which led to a world of difference in their ways of doing things.

Shen Xu was a little tired: "After all, you just want to stop me from killing her."

"No." Feng Yin shook her head, "I just want you to wait."

Shen Xu was puzzled: "What are you waiting for?"

This time Feng Yin was silent for a long time, until Shen Xu was about to fall asleep, only then did he hear him slowly say: "There is only one person in this world who can kill Sikong Zhufeng."

Shen Xu: "Who?"

Feng Yin: "Me."