Chapter 49: It’s just a kiss, even if it’s a dog, you have to kiss it! ...
It was hard to say whether Young Master Jin Sheng was the most intelligent and resourceful man in the world. But if she said she was trying to trick him, then she, Qing Guiyu, was definitely the most foolish man in the world.
"Save you, save you," she said hurriedly, secretly using her bamboo flute to press against his arm, trying to pry the arm away a little.
Shen Juansheng stared at her quietly for a while, and finally a faint smile appeared at the corner of his bloodstained lips.
In an instant, even the bloodstains on his face became more vivid.
A few strands of scattered black hair chased the hanging golden thread, flowing down from his hands, exuding a hidden luster in the chaotic night.
"Hmm." He responded softly, his voice unclear, as if there was something hot and burning in his throat.
The golden threads hanging around his body became bright.
Like the spring sun just leaving the cold moon, like the spring water just melting the heavy ice.
He raised his peach-blossom eyes and looked at her. After a moment's hesitation, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if he was about to swallow something, or as if he was about to utter something.
"Miss Qing is willing to say so,"
He paused, his breath trembling, as if trying to figure out what words would not disgust her. "Then..."
"Can you... kiss me?"
The sound is too small.
Even before he finished speaking, Qing Guiyu was already trying to understand what he meant. Honey? What was he talking about? This thought just popped up in his mind, and before he could think about it, or even react in time,
BANG!!!
There was a loud bang and a spear crashed heavily into the car. A warrior outside the car was knocked away by the spear and fell heavily on the edge of the broken car.
The carriage shook violently, and half of a body, still twitching and bleeding, suddenly leaned in. A face distorted by severe pain and near death, a pair of eyes bulging out of their sockets and wide open, stared straight at Qing Guiyu, and blood gushed out of his mouth.
That dying gaze seemed to still retain a trace of desire for life, staring straight at her.
Qing Guiyu shuddered all over, a chill instantly ran up his spine, and he looked at the bloody body.
She was used to being a doctor, but how could she compare to the scenes of swords and axes hacking and chopping on the battlefield? She had seen countless wounded people, but the horrific sight of being hacked open alive, the bulging eyeballs, the blood gushing from the eyes and nose, shocked her nerves.
Her instinct as a doctor was practically screaming. She stretched out her hand, her fingertips subconsciously reaching out to the dying person.
But at this moment, Shen Yansheng moved.
Young Master Jin Sheng didn't even glance at the dying warrior. He just picked up a golden thread. His fingers were as white as jade, but the golden thread was shining with a deadly light. The coldness turned, and the string twisted around the warrior's bloody neck.
Gently twist it.
The subtle sound of bones cracking was drowned out by the noise of the chaotic battle outside the carriage.
The bulging eyeballs instantly lost the last bit of life, the head drooped limply, and the messy hair covered the face that was bleeding from all seven orifices.
It was so casual, like brushing off a speck of dust.
He shook his wrist slightly, and the crystal threads swirled around. The cold golden light still wrapped around his wrist softly. His gaze fell back on Qing Guiyu, as if what he had just wiped away was really just a speck of dust.
The dust and wood chips raised by the shattered carriage stuck to her now pale cheeks.
Shen Jiansheng leaned slightly to the side, and the hand that had just strangled life, still lingering with the scent of death, now reached out to her cheek with an almost pious, captivating tenderness. The pale, distinct fingertips were about to wipe away the dust on her face.
This situation was like a basin of ice water, instantly waking up Qing Guiyu, who was captivated by Young Master Jin Sheng's strange words and actions.
"Get out of here!" she almost screamed, struggling with all her strength.
Shen Juansheng's movements suddenly froze.
This time, his arm seemed to relax for a moment.
It was not because of how hard she struggled, but because the wound on her shoulder, which had long been rubbed by the gold wire and torn severely by the violent struggle, finally broke open completely.
The warm blood instantly soaked half of her clothes.
Shen Yansheng seemed to be frozen.
He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the rapidly expanding dark bloodstain on her shoulder.
Deep within the icy depths of his eyes, something seemed to be pierced through by this dazzling, familiar yet strange red color, and shattered.
The gold wire wrapped around his wrist tightened unconsciously, cutting into his own flesh and oozing out spots of scarlet.
Qing Guiyu seized this fleeting opportunity and poked the tip of the bamboo flute hard into the painful area under his ribs.
Shen Juansheng's body suddenly stiffened, and the arm that was holding her finally loosened completely.
Qing Guiyu sprang back like a frightened fawn, her back slamming heavily into the cold, hard wall of the car. The excruciating pain of her shoulder tearing through her vision made her vision blacken, and she saw stars. Cold sweat instantly soaked her undershirt, and beads of sweat trickled down her temples, gathering into beads and dripping onto her bloodstained lapel.
She clutched the bloodstained bamboo flute tightly, her chest heaving violently as she gasped for breath in the foul, bloody air outside. Her bright eyes, glistening with pain and fear, stared warily at the young man before her, who had once again raised his head.
Young Master Jinsheng slowly stood up.
The faint blush on her face caused by anticipation faded completely, leaving only an almost transparent paleness.
The blood at the corner of his lips dried and solidified, like a dark red crack painted on.
He looked at the warm blood that had just stained his fingertips, which belonged to her, and then looked up at her face, which had turned pale due to the severe pain and blood loss.
All the enthusiasm, expectations, and fragility receded quickly like the tide, leaving behind only the indelible, deep and gloomy despair.
It was as if I was awakened by blood, and suddenly fell back into the cold and bloody reality from a dream full of beautiful thoughts.
In this carriage filled with the smell of blood and distant incense, time seemed to stand still.
Only Qing Guiyu was gasping for breath due to the pain, and there was blood on his fingertips.
Her breathing was amplified in her ears, in and out, and the shouts of killing outside became dull and distant.
After an unknown amount of time,
“…Does it hurt?”
Shen Juansheng's voice trembled as he stared at her bloodless lips, which were twitching slightly in pain.
Qing Guiyu clenched her teeth. The immense pain, the sudden dizziness from blood loss, and the oppression brought by the strange and unpredictable young man in front of her made her unable to utter a word.
Chen Juansheng's gaze moved from her trembling lips to the glaring bloodstain on her shoulder, and finally, fell back to the spot of blood on his fingertips that belonged to her.
He didn't move closer. He simply raised his bloody hand extremely slowly, holding it before his eyes. Young Master Jin Sheng slowly twisted the blood between his fingertips, as if feeling the warmth of a person's body.
Golden silk threads were wrapped around pale fingers, with a glaring crimson spot at the tip.
He tilted his head slightly, as if he was studying some rare treasure, or as if he was confirming an unfamiliar and cruel fact.
Then, he slowly raised his hand and gently and solemnly wiped the blood that had flowed out of her onto his pale lips.
He just stayed like that.
His eyes were blank for a moment,
Then, as if waking up from a dream, his body paused, and he raised his eyelashes with trembling hands and looked at her, his eyes filled with great confusion and helplessness.
It was as if he had just realized that she was standing there alive, with fear in her eyes.
Madman! This madman!
Qing Guiyu gasped. An indescribable feeling of nausea, fear, and absurd irritability, as well as a bone-chilling chill, made her grab her hair fiercely, feeling the stinging pain in her scalp to make her more awake.
Seeing her intense and undisguised disgust, Shen Juansheng opened his mouth but silently swallowed his words back.
After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice was vague and hurried, no longer as clear and slow as usual.
"I... know that wounds hurt." He whispered.
Needless to say, Qing Guiyu held back his breath, muttering inwardly. Perhaps even someone in the world who hadn't practiced some uncanny cold marrow technique would feel pain even if they were injured.
"But I dare not tell Miss Qing," he opened his eyes, which were surprisingly beautiful but full of sorrow.
"Before... if I had advised Miss Qing to treat her injuries, she would have been angry with me and... wouldn't have listened to me."
Of course! Qing Guiyu wanted to immediately use the bamboo flute to pry open his unusual head and see what was inside.
For an ordinary person to resort to such despicable means of betrayal and blackmail, it would be natural for him to feel ashamed!
Even though he, Young Master Jin Sheng, is not an ordinary person.
That shouldn't be the embarrassment of blushing face and avoiding eyes, right?
We can't waste any more time! God knows how many more lives must be sacrificed before this madman's eyes to satisfy his unreasonable desires!
Qing Guiyu's mind raced. He knew he couldn't win in a fight, and there was nowhere to escape.
She gritted her teeth, turned sideways to point to the bloody battle outside the car, and asked in a low voice with a desperate mood,
"Do you have a solution? Just... a kiss?"
However, Shen Juansheng seemed to be still trapped in his own world.
His slender jade-like fingers unconsciously clenched together, and his eyes were wandering, as if he was immersed in some thoughts that others could not understand.
"Hmm," the peacock-like young man replied absentmindedly.
Then he was suddenly pulled back as if by some invisible force, turned his head blankly, and looked at her with empty eyes.
"……What?"
well!
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! We're going to die anyway, so we might as well give it a try!
Even if it's a dog, you have to kiss it!
Qing Guiyu made up his mind, dragged his numb legs, and took two steps forward in self-destruction.
I sincerely hope that this young man known as the master of divine strategy, this young man with unparalleled wisdom and strategy, can truly fulfill his absurd promise at this critical moment and save the bloodshed in this hellish chaos.
She suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of the young man's black shirt.
The fabric felt cool and silky, yet heavy as if soaked in blood.
Standing on tiptoe, raising the bloody face,
Close your eyes, in a posture that is almost ready for death,
With lips stained with blood and dust,
Quickly and lightly, she touched his cold, bloodstained, yet unusually soft cheek.
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