Chapter 118 It’s better to tattoo on the collarbone

He shrank back subconsciously. The cold sweat on his back had soaked through his clothes and stuck to his skin, making him feel bone-chilling.

But he didn't dare to blink, staring at Yao Tailing's half-closed eyes.

Now his eyes were wide open, and the swaying shadow behind the gabion was reflected in his pupils.

Like two bottomless pools of cold water.

"Come out. Hiding in the dark and attacking is not an honorable act."

Yao Tailing's voice was not loud, but it was like a needle, accurately piercing Xiao Qihao's tense nerves.

He gritted his teeth, making a clattering sound, his knuckles turned white from clenching his fists, and his arms were shaking slightly.

There was only one thought in my mind: I must not be discovered, absolutely not.

Tan Nana is still here. She hasn't woken up yet. She can't be taken to the platform...

As for those people, as long as they can delay Yao Tailing for even one more second, they can buy them a little more time.

In the open space outside the stone cage, Tan Nana's eyelashes trembled, as if she was disturbed by the noise.

But she couldn't open her eyes after all, and just curled up tighter.

Xiao Qihao looked at her small, helpless figure, and his heart ached as if it was cut by a knife.

Anxiety overwhelmed him like a tide, almost suffocating him.

Not only Tan Nana, it seemed that the other people in the stone cage also lost consciousness, became quiet, and looked like they were at the mercy of others.

The tip of Yao Tailing's boot rubbed against the back of Tan Nana's hand, and the purple bruise immediately became a little deeper.

No one knew what Yao Tailing had gone through, but he seemed like a different person.

From a psychotic gangster, he has turned into this weird and hypocritical person.

He slowly took out a folding fan from his waist, and the bone fan opened with a "swish".

Half of his face was covered, only his smiling eyes were exposed, but his voice was like poison tempered with honey.

"This girl has delicate skin and tender flesh. If her fingers were cut off by pliers, I wonder if she would wake up?"

Two men in black immediately came up to the side, with the pliers in their hands raised to the air, and the cold light cast tiny shadows in the stone cage.

Xiao Qihao dug his nails deep into his palms, and the taste of blood filled the tip of his tongue.

He saw Tan Nana's curled up body tremble violently, probably because the severe pain was transmitted into consciousness through her coma.

Seeing that her fingers were almost at their limit, cold sweat could not stop pouring out of her forehead, and she was moaning in pain.

"stop!"

When the roar hit the stone wall and bounced back, Xiao Qihao had already rushed out from the shadows.

He held the short knife in his right hand, and the corners of the talisman paper were soaked with sweat.

His chest rose and fell violently, like an enraged lion cub.

Yao Tailing put away his folding fan and tapped his chin frivolously with the fan bone.

"Oh? It's you. I was wondering who would be so bold as to cause trouble right under the nose of the God's Messenger Platform."

He took two steps forward, his black robe sweeping across the gravel on the ground, his eyes glued to Xiao Qihao's tightly pursed lips.

"Why? Master Ye didn't lock you in the room?"

"I heard him say a few days ago that your crying voice is more beautiful than that of the Hua Dan in the Jiaofang Bureau."

Xiao Qihao's face instantly turned the color of liver.

He could not forget the moment in that room when Ye Xiang pressed the tattoo-like instrument on his back and Yao Tailing was standing at the door.

Playing with his jade pendant in his hand, he suggested slowly,

"It's better to tattoo it on the collarbone. Even if you don't take off your clothes, you can still see it when you lower your head."

“Shut up!”

Xiao Qihao's voice trembled, not because he was afraid, but because he was extremely disgusted.

He still remembered how Yao Tailing took the silver needle and smiled as he helped Ye Xiang choose the words to be tattooed on the back of his neck.

Something like "mixing cinnabar with blood/water will make the color last longer."

Yao Tailing seemed to have heard some funny joke and laughed softly, the tip of his fan almost poking Xiao Qihao's nose.

"Why? Don't you like it? But when Master Ye tied you to the bedpost a few days ago, you didn't talk to me like that."

He deliberately lowered his voice and said in a whisper,

"You looked much more obedient when you begged for mercy than you are now."

“Shameless!”

Xiao Qihao swung his knife and chopped at the tip of his fan, but Yao Tailing easily avoided it.

"What's the hurry?"

Yao Tailing took a half step back and calmly straightened his clothes.

"I haven't thanked you yet. The last time you were drugged and you hugged yourself and cried out in pain because you were hot, it gave me a lot of inspiration."

"Then I used that whip soaked in mint water. Wasn't it refreshing?"

This sentence pierced Xiao Qihao's temple like a needle.

A white light exploded before his eyes.

The medicine that was forced to be drunk, the stinging pain of the cold whip hitting the skin, the face of Yao Tailing standing in the corridor with his arms folded watching the show...

All the humiliating scenes came flooding back to his mind at once, nearly overwhelming his sanity.

"I kill you!"

The dagger swung forward with a sound of wind, but was blocked by a talisman used by the man in black behind Yao Tailing.

Sparks splashed on the back of Xiao Qihao's hand, and he suddenly remembered that Tan Nana was still beside him.

The blade deviated half an inch, brushing against Yao Tailing's waist and piercing into the stone wall.

Yao Tailing slowly pulled out the tassel from the scabbard, his tone becoming more frivolous.

"It seems that Young Master Ye has taught you well. You know to use the knife before the mouth."

"It's just that my aim... isn't as good as when I'm serving someone in bed."

It felt like there was a fire in Xiao Qihao's chest, burning his internal organs.

These memories were the saddest ones in his life, but now he spoke of them lightly.

He stared at Yao Tailing's smiling face and felt his stomach churning.

The words this man said were filthier than the maggots in the toilet, making me want to chop off his head with a knife.

At this moment, Renly's voice suddenly rose from the direction of the Messenger's Platform, with a certain displeasure of being disturbed.

"Yao Tailing! What are you waiting for? The messenger of God is about to arrive. Clear out the bastards immediately and don't let the blood stain the platform!"

The smile on Yao Tailing's face faded a little. He winked at the man in black and immediately retracted the pliers.

"Did you hear that?"

He moved closer to Xiao Qihao and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear,

"Do you think Master Ye will want to tear you apart even more when he sees you looking so tough now?"

Xiao Qihao's blade was shaking, not out of fear, but out of hatred.

He watched Yao Tailing turn around and walk towards the Messenger Platform, and suddenly realized that this man had not been trying to catch him from the beginning, but was just enjoying the cat-and-mouse game.

Enjoy watching him get enraged and humiliated, and enjoy the pleasure of revealing his shameful past in public.

"Catch him!"

Renly's voice sounded again, with unquestionable majesty.

"Bring up the one in the stone cage as well!"

The men in black gathered around Xiao Qihao like wolves and tigers, and the sound of footsteps colliding echoed around them.

Xiao Qihao glanced at Tan Nana who was still unconscious, and then looked at the guards who were closing in on him.

He tightened the dagger in his hand, with only determination in his eyes.