Li Fengzhi and Gu Shi also saw this and were immediately frightened out of their wits, while Jing Shaoci tightly held Yan Zixiu's hand and kept calling his name.

At this time, Yan Zixiu, who was in a trance, looked at himself in the mirror with a relieved smile on his face.

Some people say that people who commit suicide with a smile cannot be saved, because death is really a kind of relief for them.

Blood kept dripping from his chin, almost forming a line.

The wounds on his face were crisscrossed, and the appearance of the flesh turned out was both bloody and terrifying.

The utility knife was against his throat, and blood beads had already seeped out from the tip of the knife.

Yan Zixiu trembled all over, and he struggled desperately in this near-destruction of death.

His self-consciousness began to awaken gradually, and his eyes were filled with terrifying bloodshot.

He kept telling himself that he must live, and only by living could he crush all those who had bullied him.

But another voice told him that living in this world was too disgusting, and even light would eventually go out.

These two voices pulled back and forth in his mind, as if they were going to tear him apart.

It felt like you were dreaming that someone was going to kill you, and you told yourself to run away, but your legs just couldn't move.

It's not that you don't want to do it, but that you can't do it.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a soft object sticking to his lips.

The slight trembling seemed to be mixed with extreme pity and pity.

The warm tip of the tongue brushed across his lips, and Yan Zixiu could almost feel the other person's breath.

His violently beating heart suddenly calmed down at this moment.

At this moment, he was like seeing a warm halo of light in the snow.

It was a lamp.

A lamp waiting for him to return home.

The utility knife fell from his bloody fingertips, bounced on the ground, and finally returned to peace.

When Yan Zixiu opened his eyes in Jing Shao's arms, Li Fengzhi and Gu Shi were also shocked into two stone sculptures.

Especially Li Fengzhi.

He originally thought that what he saw today was already "surprising" enough, but when he saw Yan Zixiu's eyes turn blue-gold, he almost fainted.

Gu Shiyi, needless to say, would believe it even if he was told that Yan Zixiu was a god from heaven.

Jing Shaoci stared at the person in his arms without blinking, and he also couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Yan Zixiu's pupils at this moment were like the clear blue sky, but the depths of his eyes were filled with golden light.

Just like the moonlight scattered on the night sea, thousands of stars drew golden arcs, just one look is enough to be unforgettable for a lifetime.

But such a breathtaking beauty disappeared without a trace after Yan Zixiu blinked again.

If the three people had not seen it clearly at the same time, most of them would have thought that they were hallucinating.

The hair on Yan Zixiu's forehead was already wet. He stood up from Jing Shaoci's arms and walked towards Xiaohong again.

At this time, Xiaohong's face was already covered with blood and tears, and her desperate cry was mixed with endless sorrow.

"I was wrong." Yan Zixiu looked at her and said.

Xiaohong was right. She had been through such a purgatory on earth, and no one was qualified to let it go for her.

Yan Zixiu waved his right hand, and the Greedy Wolf Talisman Pillar that shackled the opponent turned into smoke and dust.

When Xiaohong turned into a fierce ghost, her face was extremely terrifying, even bloody and evil, but Yan Zixiu held her in his arms without any care.

His slender fingers gently stroked the back of Xiaohong's head, and he said in a low and gentle voice: "Ange, I have seen what you looked like when you were alive, very beautiful."

After saying this, his hand went along Xiaohong's neck and touched the middle of her back.

"It hurts a little, bear with it."

As soon as the voice fell, his five fingertips embedded into Xiaohong's soul, and then pulled out a blood-red chain inch by inch.

The soul-imprisoning chain, as the name suggests, imprisoned the soul until it would never be reborn.

Xiaohong trembled with pain, but she just lay quietly on Yan Zixiu's shoulder with tears in her eyes, without even screaming.

Gu Shiyi and Li Fengzhi looked away with pity in their eyes.

After all the soul-binding chains were pulled out, Xiaohong turned into a ball of red light and gently fell on his shoulder.

Yan Zixiu was covered in blood at this time, and when he raised his eyes again, they were filled with sinister murderous aura.

Qin Ye and Ji Ting, with a group of bodyguards, were waiting outside the building to collect the bodies of the four of them.

However, Young Master Qin raised his hand and only said that Ji Ting could be half-killed. After all, if Jing Shaoci died, the Jing family would definitely investigate thoroughly even if it cost them everything.

He was not afraid that Jing Shaoci would retaliate if he was still alive. Now that the Qin family had recruited Ji Ting, it would probably not be long before Yunsheng ceased to exist.

When that time came, he would lock Yan Zixiu in the room and play with him however he wanted.

When he got tired of playing, he would throw it to his friends to take turns.

Just as Qin Ye was smoking a cigar with pride, Ji Ting's face suddenly changed.

"Oh no!"

Before Qin Ye could ask a question, the four people appeared in front of everyone like ghosts and gods.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Zixiu kicked Ji Ting in the chest and kicked him out.

After Ji Ting smashed a big hole in the ground, he did not stop.

He was like a ball, rolling on the ground several times, and stopped only after hitting the wall heavily.

"Yan Zixiu, you..."

Qin Ye hadn't finished speaking when Yan Zixiu slapped him in the face. He fell sideways, smashed the car window and jumped into the car.

The bodyguards immediately took action. Yan Zixiu's cold eyes swept through them and shouted, "Kneel down!"

Everyone knelt on the ground in an instant, and even cracks appeared on the ground.

Ji Ting was already motionless, but Qin Ye was still struggling.

Yan Zixiu stepped over and pulled Qin Ye out of the car with one hand.

He raised his right hand and slapped him hard again.

"Qin Ye, do you admit your guilt?"

Qin Ye's mouth was bleeding. He wanted to beg for mercy, but Yan Zixiu slapped him again, and his jaw was dislocated.

Gu Shiyi watched this scene, swallowed his saliva, and moved closer to Jing Shaoci, "Brother Jing, sister-in-law won't..."

"He knows his limits." Jing Shaoci said expressionlessly.

Is this still knowing his limits?

He definitely didn't feel sorry for Qin Ye, but after Yan Zixiu's slaps, Qin Ye's nose seemed to be completely broken, and his teeth were falling out like popcorn. He was about to die.

After Qin Ye fainted completely, Yan Zixiu threw him away and turned to the wall.

He dug two fingers into the back of Ji Ting's collar and lifted him up.

Ji Ting drooped his head, and it was unclear whether he was really dizzy or pretending to be dead.

The soul-binding chain appeared in the palm of Yan Zixiu's other hand, and the chain head had turned into a sharp blade.

One knife, two knives -

each knife went deep into the chest, and the murderous intent was evident.

Just as Yan Zixiu was about to pull Ji Ting's head off, Jing Shaoci called out: "Yan Yan!"

The bloodthirsty aura in Yan Zixiu's eyes dissipated instantly. He was stunned for a moment, and then looked at his bloody fingers.

Ji Ting, who lost his hold, fell to the ground, and it was obvious that he was breathing out but not in.

Jing Shaoci quickly ran over and hugged Yan Zixiu in his arms.

His big, bony hands kept patting Yan Zixiu's back, as if he was using this method to calm the anger in his heart.

Yan Zixiu raised his hands and grabbed the clothes on his back, and buried his face deeply in his shoulders.

Qin Ye and Ji Ting were sent to an absolutely confidential hospital by Jing Shaoci, and no news leaked out.

Qin Taisong was still abroad, and at this time he was proudly discussing cooperation with foreign businessmen.

Yan Zixiu was covered in blood and it was inconvenient for him to return to the Jing family, so the four of them drove to Jing Shaoci's private villa.

Since he had the idea of ​​killing, Yan Zixiu's expression became wooden, and he didn't speak or make any movements. Even when he got out of the car, Jing Shaoci carried him into the villa.

After entering the door, Jing Shaoci directly carried Yan Zixiu into the bathroom.

He gently put the person on the sink, then turned on the warm water for Yan Zixiu to wash his hands.

Jing Shaoci's slender fingers embedded in his fingers, and along with the smooth foam, the blood on his hands was gradually washed away.

Yan Zixiu looked dazed for a moment, then looked up at Jing Shaoci.

"Ji Ting deserves death, it's not your fault." Jing Shaoci felt his gaze and spoke.

Yan Zixiu lowered his head until Jing Shaoci washed off the foam on his hands and carried him down from the sink.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

After he asked this question, he looked at Jing Shaoci without blinking, as if he was afraid of missing any expression on the other's face.

Jing Shaoci also looked at him and asked, "Why should I be afraid? Are you afraid of domestic violence?"

Yan Zixiu's eyes moved slightly, and he said slowly, "I am a Taoist, but I kill people without blinking an eye. Are you really... not afraid?" As soon as he

finished speaking, Jing Shaoci showed a rare smile.

"As long as you are still Yan Zixiu, I will never give up

on you for any reason." After returning to the bedroom, Yan Zixiu changed into the clothes that Jing Shaoci left here, and got into the quilt without even taking a shower.

Before going to bed, he handed Jing Shaoci a bead, and then closed his eyes tiredly.

Jing Shaoci sat by the bed and looked at him for a while. After making sure that Yan Zixiu fell asleep, he got up and left the bedroom.

He first called home and told his parents that he was taking Yan Zixiu on a vacation to relax and would not be going back for the next two days.

Jing Fengyi naturally agreed, and Xie Guanxin also told him to take good care of Yan Zixiu.

When they came down from the stairs, Li Fengzhi and Gu Shiyi were still sitting motionless on the sofa in the living room.

To be honest, they definitely regarded Yan Zixiu as a close friend in their hearts, but the scene of the other party killing someone was too shocking, and no matter who it was, it would be impossible to digest the impact in a short time.

Li Fengzhi heard the sound coming downstairs, and stood up and said, "Mr. Jing, Zixiu...is he okay?"

"He's fallen asleep."

Li Fengzhi sighed slightly, as if he was worried and relieved.

After Jing Shaoci sat down, he placed the bead that Yan Zixiu had given him on the tea table in front of the two of them.

"What is this?" Gu Shiyi asked in confusion.

Jing Shaoci said indifferently, "Pick it up."

Gu Shiyi glanced at him, then at the tea table, and then hesitantly picked up the bead with three fingers.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, the bead suddenly broke apart, emitting a large piece of purple-blue smoke.

Gu Shiyi was startled and quickly said, "I didn't use any force..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

After the smoke in the bead dissipated, it actually formed a large water curtain in the air.

In the picture, a beautiful girl was sitting in the classroom, looking at the test paper in front of her.

More than an hour later.

Li Fengzhi bent his waist with his elbows on his legs. Although his hands covered his face, tears oozed out from between his fingers.

Gu Shiyi's eyes were frighteningly red. He kept breathing hard, as if he was trying hard to restrain something.

Only Jing Shaoci's expression was still calm, but his clenched fists revealed his mood at the moment.

The girl named Song Ange they saw was Xiaohong.

The three of them finally understood why Yan Zixiu was so cruel.

Xiaohong suffered so much torture during her lifetime, and after her death, she was even refined into a field of eyes by Ji Ting. If Yan Zixiu hadn't come to rescue her, she would have ended up with no reincarnation.

Not to mention killing people, Gu Shiyi even wanted to tear Qin Ye and Ji Ting apart alive.

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Shaoci stood up and said to the two of them, "Go upstairs and rest first. We can talk about other things after you wake up."

When he returned to the bedroom, Yan Zixiu had curled up on the bed, as if he was sleeping very restlessly in his dream.

Jing Shaoci went to the bathroom to take a shower first, and after getting into bed, he reached out and held him in his arms.

Yan Zixiu had been lying in the quilt for such a long time, but there was no warmth all over his body, and he was even shivering.

Jing Shaoci lowered his head and placed a light kiss on his forehead, and said in a very low voice: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

The four of them slept until the evening.

After Li Fengzhi woke up, Gu Shiyi called someone to buy some things from the supermarket and sent them over.

The two were cooking downstairs, and Yan Zixiu upstairs also opened his eyes.

What he saw was a piece of pure black pajamas, and his fingers were tightly grasping the front of the other person, and the fabric was completely wrinkled.

"Awake?" Jing Shaoci's voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up.

Yan Zixiu quickly let go of his hand, and his ears suddenly felt a little hot.

Jing Shaoci lowered his eyes and watched his little movements, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

After Yan Zixiu sat up, he said: "The things in the beads, Shi Yi and Li Jingji have already seen it."

Yan Zixiu nodded, and after a moment of daze, he prepared to get out of bed and put on his clothes.

But just as he lifted the quilt, Yan Zixiu suddenly stopped moving, and then turned to look at Jing Shaoci.

Seeing his frown, Jing Shaoci sat up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Did you..." Yan Zixiu stopped talking halfway.

Jing Shaoci asked, "What?"

Yan Zixiu licked his lips, then turned back, "Forget it, nothing."

Seeing him hesitate, Jing Shaoci suddenly stretched out his arms, hooked Yan Zixiu's waist and pulled him back.

"I know what you want to ask."

Yan Zixiu's heart shuddered, then deliberately said with a stern face, "You don't know."

Jing Shaoci raised his eyebrows meaningfully, then pinched his waist teasingly and said, "You want to ask, did I kiss you at that time."