Chapter 87: Mr. Shen is not a tentative kiss
Chapter 87
The stench of blood was so thick it filled the air, thick and heavy, covering the mouth and nose and making it hard to breathe. The body of Suanni, pierced by golden nails and barely resembling a human form, lay a few steps away, its blood still slowly and stickily spreading outward.
He is worthy of being the master of destiny.
The calculation is very accurate.
She really wanted to slip away.
But what was this? His Tianji Pavilion had cleaned up its own mess, setting up a killing trap for the Tunyun Tower. Blood was everywhere, and a corpse was nailed to the side.
She, Qing Guiyu, had come to eat, not to watch him kill. Now that she hadn't eaten, she had seen enough of the excitement. With the mess on the ground, where could she, an outsider, go?
A venomous snake that can't be tamed. It destroys homes, bites people to death, and then turns back to look at you with a pair of beautiful, wet eyes, asking if you don't want it anymore.
But why didn't you leave?
It was probably because the look was too tragic and the situation was too dangerous, anyway, that was pretty much it.
I really admire him. The young master Jin Sheng, who was as powerful as thunder, set up a trap, surrounded and killed, killed people, silenced people in front of the whole world, established his authority violently and meticulously, was taken back by him cleanly and neatly.
The universe is ever-changing, and this person's changes are faster than all the opera troupes in Yuzhou City combined.
The guests in the room were still in shock, and at this moment they all seemed to have been struck by a curse. Everyone was in danger and dared not make a sound. They just watched silently with their eyes.
Qing Guiyu sighed in his heart, which might be the longest sigh of his life.
"I didn't leave." She really hated this situation, so she spoke and shook the bamboo flute in her hand.
The voice seemed clear and penetrating in the silent hall.
The young man in black suddenly calmed down and turned towards her. The coldness on the swaying golden threads around him gradually dissipated.
Qing Guiyu took a deep breath, pushed aside a frightened disciple of Yaowang Valley in front of him, and walked towards the blood-red area step by step under the gaze of hundreds of people.
"You, if you take two more steps forward," she said, glancing at the corpse on the ground. Her voice was clear and bright, with her slightly impatient tone, "and you'll be stepping on a dead head."
Her hair, tied up in a high bun, swayed as she walked, causing the tassel of the old bamboo flute around her waist to swing gently as well.
The strong smell mixed with the aroma of wine, food and blood hit me in the face, giving me a severe headache.
But she kept a stern face and didn't even frown.
Qing Guiyu walked up to him and touched the green cloth strip cut from her own lapel across his eyes.
"It's a little dirty." That's all she said.
A little bit of warm blood splashed on the cloth belt.
Shen Jiansheng paused, looking a little embarrassed, then suddenly stretched out his hand, with the golden thread tangled, not to touch the cloth belt, but desperately grabbed her wrist.
The hand was very cold, chilling to the bone marrow, and it also carried the metallic, bloody smell of murder.
"You are still here." Shen Juansheng lowered his head, and the green silk and gold thread fell together.
However, the brief peace only lasted a moment.
Young Master Jin Sheng, with his intricate thoughts, seemed to have immediately conjured up something even more terrifying. His tranquility was quickly replaced by a deeper fear.
"You..." He hesitated for a moment, a sickly red blush appearing beneath the silk ribbon. "You...didn't get away?"
Qing Guiyu was stunned. What kind of nonsense was this?
He seemed to have found the answer himself from her silence.
"Well," he murmured, as if talking to himself, "this building is full of my people."
He slowly looked around with his eyes covered with silk ribbons, then grabbed her hand and hurriedly pulled her an inch closer to him, asking anxiously,
"Did they... stop you?"
The question was asked with such conviction that it didn't seem like he was asking anyone.
It's really infuriating.
The master of heaven's secrets can see ten things from one thing and make a hundred plans for one step. He can arrange everything for people clearly from birth to death.
But in his heart, he hadn't even considered that she had stayed behind on her own. In his calculated mind, she hadn't escaped during the chaos, so there must have been some external force preventing her.
He never trusts others, only his own strategies and methods.
——Who are you provoking, despising, and looking down upon?
Qing Guiyu immediately became furious and exploded with a bang.
"Did they hurt you?" he asked anxiously, "Miss Qing?"
—She talks as if she can’t get away!
The nameless anger in my heart suddenly burned brighter than the candlelight in the room.
It was as if Qing Guiyu's decision to stay wasn't her own, but was forced upon her by the minions of the Tianji Pavilion. It was as if if she didn't leave, it would be against the will of heaven, a great betrayal of her nature.
She gritted her teeth and said word by word, "If you say one more word, I will really leave."
"Yeah," he responded immediately, and the grip on her hand finally loosened a little, but he still didn't let go. Instead, as if afraid that she would run away, he covered her hand completely in his palm.
Since he couldn't see, he lowered his head, put his cheek close to the back of her hand, and gently rubbed it with his cold cheek.
He really mastered this strategy of retreating to advance to perfection.
Qing Guiyu suppressed his anger.
"Master! Uncle-master!" She raised her voice and shouted at the two elders with sullen faces at the top. "Today's events were sudden and unexpected, and I was unaware of them. When this matter is over, I will return to the valley, explain everything to you two, and accept my punishment."
This has to be said out loud, said to Yaowang Valley, said to all the people in the world, and especially said to Tianji Pavilion.
Fuxi in the field looked around, shook his sword to get rid of the blood, and bowed slightly to the people around him in the hall, as if the thrilling siege just now had nothing to do with him.
"I'm sorry to scare you all." His carefree and unrestrained face showed no emotion at the moment.
"Tianji Pavilion is cleaning up its mess. I'm sorry to have disturbed your enjoyment. All expenses for today's banquet will be covered by Baxialou. Please return to your rooms and rest first. I will present you with a small gift as an apology later."
Feiyi gestured backwards, and several disciples from the Tianji Pavilion came in one after another. They carried away the corpse, wiped the blood, and served hot tea to the guests again. It took only half an incense stick of time.
All traces of the bloody massacre had been wiped out, leaving only a sweet and fishy smell in the air.
Such a swift and decisive move, on the contrary, makes people feel even more chilled than the blatant cleansing of the house just now.
Who among the Jianghu friends present here isn't a shrewd person? Everyone knew that he had established his prestige by killing people in the Tianji Pavilion, so how could they dare to stay any longer? They all stood up and said goodbye. In just a few moments, most of the people from the Swallowing Cloud Pavilion had left, leaving only the group from the Medicine King Valley, who were still frozen in place.
Meng Ziliu was so angry that his lips were shaking. He was about to explode when he was held down by Chen Yunfeng.
Chen Yunfeng looked at her, then looked at the blindfolded young man in black clothes beside her, and just sighed.
Qing Guiyu nodded, and after saying this, he suddenly remembered how difficult this young man was, and quickly turned around and said to him,
"Don't cry."
I told him this in advance, not loudly, but loud enough for him to hear.
"Miss Qing..." He finally spoke again, his voice still hoarse and filled with deep uneasiness, "...what they said..."
"Shut up first." Qing Guiyu interrupted him, using his internal energy to drag the young man, who looked like he would break at any moment, out of the pool of blood. "Isn't this embarrassing enough?"
He really obeyed her and was led by her, stumbling to keep up.
This gorgeous venomous snake carefully hides its fangs.
He couldn't see, so he gave his body to her. The hand she held even cautiously hooked her palm with his fingertips.
As he walked down the stairs, Fuxi was leaning against the corridor pillar and casually threw away his sword.
Behind him, the assassins of Tianji Pavilion were systematically cleaning up the mess upstairs. Their movements were neat and efficient, as if they were just clearing away the mess left after an ordinary banquet. Even the bloody smell was diluted by special spices.
Fuxi only nodded slightly when he saw the two of them coming down. His gaze paused for a moment on Qing Guiyu's face before he turned to Chen Juansheng, speaking to Qing Guiyu again, "Miss Qing, now that this matter is over, I will hand the Pavilion Master over to you."
The tone was so calm that it seemed as if saying, "The weather is getting cold, it's time to buy the Pavilion Master some more clothes."
Take a look.
——That poisonous witch had Shen Tianji under her control.
Qing Guiyu had a wooden face, and always felt that the drama of her being "a poisonous flower that brings disaster to the world" and "an infatuated pavilion master controlled by the love poison" was so intense that even the storytellers in Longcheng could tell the same story for three months without repeating themselves.
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After passing through the winding corridor and returning to the quiet courtyard planted with flowers and trees, she suddenly let go of his hand and pushed him away.
"Very good." She turned and clapped her hands, hoping he would hear the irony. "What a feast. What a show of apology."
Young Master Jin Sheng had just set up a murder trap, and his plan was meticulous. His natural aura was simply overwhelming, but when she pushed him away, he stopped for a moment and barely managed to stand firm.
The green cloth still covered his eyes, adding a touch of fragility and innocence to his overly handsome face.
"You..." She started, but then felt that nothing she said was right.
Scold him? He was in such a state that I couldn't say a word. Comfort him? After what he did just now, did he still need comfort?
He spoke first.
"Miss Qing..." He tilted his head towards her, as if trying to discern her expression, his voice a little nervous.
"Did you expect Suanni to come? Did you know he would be among the guests?"
Qing Guiyu stared at him. "You set up this trap, ostensibly to apologize, but in reality it was a trap to kill you. You treated all of us as bait, as spectators of your play."
She actually knew in her heart that this kind of behavior was the true nature of the mastermind.
But even though I understood it, seeing him playing with people's hearts and lives in the palm of his hand, the chill still rose from the bottom of my heart.
Young Master Jin Sheng seemed to be in a dilemma, and then he answered,
"Yes." Without any excuse, he said it directly.
Chen Juansheng stood there quietly, the night wind blowing up the hem of his robe, swaying along with the few strands of hanging golden threads.
"Suanni is my father's most trusted old subordinate. He intends to overthrow us and deserves death. If I don't kill him, he will kill me."
He stated calmly, as if summarizing a commonplace truth, "Rather than waiting for him to strike from the shadows, it's better to lure him out into the open and kill him with one strike, eliminating any future trouble."
"Then why did you bring me into this? Why did you bring Medicine King Valley into this?"
Qing Guiyu rubbed his head and said, "You could have set up the trap yourself. Why bother with this ridiculous play of 'apologizing for love'?"
"Because..." He suddenly paused, and a strange expression appeared on his face, which was half covered by the cloth. It seemed like he was mocking himself, but also seemed to be filled with sadness.
"Because if it weren't for that, Qing-Miss, you wouldn't be there."
"If not, I would have no reason to keep you by my side."
He is simply too smart, so smart that one would like to smash his head open.
Annoyed. Qing Guiyu grabbed his sleeve, dragged him from the courtyard into the house, and kicked the door open with a bang.
"Miss Qing," he interrupted her from behind, his voice filled with confusion and uneasiness, "Do you... really dislike it?"
What he asked about was not that he killed someone or set up a trap, but that she didn't like the way he involved her.
"What do you think?" Qing Guiyu asked back, "Who would like to be used as a chess piece?"
Shen Juansheng's body stiffened for a moment.
He slowly lowered his head. "I thought..." he whispered, "I thought Miss Qing would...would feel that I did this for you."
Qing Guiyu was almost pissed off by him and laughed.
"For me, you turned the Swallowing Cloud Tower into a killing spree? For me, you even nailed someone to death right in front of my master and uncle?"
"Yes." He raised his head stiffly, his face drained of all color, leaving only a paleness. "At that time, Suanni was planning to use you to threaten me."
He calmly explained the situation to her and continued without hesitation, "He wants you dead. So he must let everyone in the world see just how powerful this love Gu is."
"You must teach them that everyone who wants you dead deserves to die."
She was so frightened by this gentle violence that she was speechless for a moment.
I felt the rage in my heart, halfway through, extinguished by his self-explanatory words. It was extinguished, but not completely, leaving only wisps of smoke mixed with a faint, suffocating smell of burning.
She let go of his hand, took two steps back, hugged her arms, and paced back and forth twice in the room that was already filled with the mixed smell of blood and spices.
Young Master Jinsheng did not move, still standing quietly in the same place, with green silk covering his eyes and golden thread flowing.
She suddenly felt a little dazed.
The exclamations from the whole room, the roars of the lion, and those shocking secrets about his life circled in his mind, and finally fell back to that damp rainy night in Yaowang Valley when he was seventeen years old.
He was just as pale and fragile then, and he listened to her so quietly.
At this time, Qing Guiyu was in trouble.
What should I call this person?
Shen Juansheng? He didn't seem to be that. Shen Tianji? That was a bit strange. He couldn't just call him Young Master Jinsheng like they did in the martial arts world.
This name is too weird!
She thought about it again and again, and finally decided to forget it, no matter who he was. She hadn't asked then, and there was no need to ask now. Was it such a big deal?
Her hair is as white as new, and she is as loyal as ever. She has this kind of chivalrous spirit.
"Mr. Shen,"
After tossing and turning, I finally had to speak up and pick it out from the past.
But as soon as these three words were spoken, Shen Juansheng's figure trembled violently.
He slowly raised his head and turned his eyes that were covered by the green silk.
"...Miss Qing," he asked anxiously, "What did you call me just now?"
"Master Shen." Qing Guiyu repeated, looking at his hand that was holding his sleeve, and asked doubtfully, "Didn't you ask me to call you that before?"
Shen Juansheng fell silent.
"Who am I?" After a long pause, he seemed to know what she was thinking, and with a secret joy in his heart, he asked softly, "Am I important to Miss Yu Qing?"
"It's not that important." Qing Guiyu also thought about it, "Who you are has nothing to do with me."
Anyway, she saved him, the most troublesome bastard in the world.
Suddenly remembering something, she paused, raised her eyes, looked directly at him with her sparkling eyes, and said again clearly, word by word:
"Then, Mr. Shen, can you...stay away from me?"
Shen Juansheng's body shook violently.
The color on her face, which had been somewhat cheerful just a moment ago, instantly drained away, darker than the blue silk covering her eyes. He flipped his hand and grasped her wrist.
"cannot."
This reply was given quickly and urgently, and contained the viciousness of someone who was in a desperate situation.
"Look," Qing Guiyu nodded, as if he understood what he meant.
"—Isn't it still the same?"
She thought to herself, his hands are so cold, and he wears such thin clothes to look beautiful. He just saw blood and used his true energy. If the cold poison flares up again, that would be really troublesome.
The doctor's mind always prevails at the most inappropriate time.
"Okay," she finally sighed, and patted the back of his hand that was holding her. The touch was cold and stiff. "The blood on your hand rubbed against my hair."
As soon as these words came out, Shen Jiansheng, who had been grabbing her hand, suddenly let go as if it were on fire. He seemed to have done something terribly wrong, and he hastily withdrew his bloody hand, hiding it under his sleeve, as if it were some shameful evidence of a crime.
"I'm sorry," he lowered his head, his voice hoarse, "I... I'll go wash it right away."
Seeing him like this, Qing Guiyu felt that what she had said just now was a bit too harsh. She just wanted to find a reason to make him stop holding her, but she didn't expect him to react like this.
"That's not what I meant..." She scratched her hair irritably. "I meant that you need to clean yourself up first. Look at yourself, covered in blood, with a rag covering your eyes. What does it look like?"
He stopped talking and just looked at her quietly, his eyes covered so his expression couldn't be seen clearly.
"Come here," Qing Guiyu had no choice but to say to him, "I will untie it for you."
Shen Juansheng suddenly raised his head, then suddenly lowered it, and finally sat down beside her obediently.
Qing Guiyu raised her hand towards him.
He had tied the knot himself, and it was rather complicated. Qing Guiyu tried twice to untie it, but it didn't work. Feeling a little annoyed, she applied some pressure. Her fingers inevitably brushed against the skin on the back of his neck, feeling the firm, taut texture underneath.
Qing Guiyu knew it very well in his heart, and he seemed to be blushing again.
Looking at him like this, looking at his ears that turned slightly red because of my touch, looking at his slightly open lips that seemed to be suppressing a breath.
The inexplicable anger in my heart began to rise again.
This guy is really...
She cursed him secretly in her heart, but she felt guilty and didn't take any precautions.
But the next moment, a cool and soft touch gently touched her lips.
But this wasn't a tentative kiss.
Instead, it was filled with surging emotions, a bloody and reckless obsession.
Shen Juansheng held her wrist tightly with one hand, and with the other hand, he passed through her hair and pressed the back of her neck hard, leaving her no room to retreat.
This beautiful poisonous snake that cannot be tamed is indeed a spirit that has achieved enlightenment. It knows when to wrap itself around the body obediently and when to stick out its tongue, revealing the tip of its fragile, cold and soft tongue.
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