Chapter 88 If Mr. Jin Sheng could have figured it out earlier
Qing Guiyu's head buzzed when he was hit by him. The world was spinning around him. All the sounds around him disappeared completely. He only had time to think of a thought.
This wasn't the young man in the pharmacy who blushed at a single word. Nor was this the "favored concubine" in the post station, who was so gentle and submissive.
This is Master Jinsheng.
A snake that had been dormant for too long finally bared its fangs in the desperate situation of being on the verge of death.
Years of hidden desires, the warmth that one dared not even dream of in the dark and cold pond, the only peace one longed for amidst the conspiracy of swords and sabers, all burst out from the depths of the bone marrow at this moment.
She subconsciously tried to break free.
But a cold and pure internal force flowed over silently along the hand that was holding her.
Without any killing intent, he quickly and skillfully sealed several key acupoints on her body, like countless cold silk threads, making her unable to muster any strength, as if she was frozen and unable to move.
Bastard.
Relatives also need to use internal energy.
I really didn't expect that when confronted with this peerless cold skill, the situation would be like this.
Qing Guiyu was just restrained by him, otherwise if he really wanted to ask,
How could anyone in the world use a cold poison that would devour their own life to engage in such a dirty act of picking flowers? But she couldn't say it. She was trapped in his arms, forced to raise her head and endure this kiss with the smell of blood and a lingering cold fragrance.
Since he couldn't see, the kiss became more instinctive.
At first, it was just the contact of cold lips, with a slight tremor. But that tremor was quickly extinguished by the surging red tide that had been suppressed for too long.
He kissed her without any method, just pondering, crushing, and even a little clumsily and roughly.
Finally, the tip of the cold tongue pried open her teeth, and the clear and mellow cold fragrance, carrying with it the bloody smell of the murder just now, came flooding over her, robbing her of all her breath.
Qing Guiyu couldn't struggle. The hand holding her wrist was cold and frigid, its golden blade slicing through her skin, causing a slight sting. She could even feel her heartbeat through the fabric of her clothes, so fast it seemed to be threatening to burst from her chest.
The kiss grew deeper and deeper, filled with a desperation of wanting to destroy both party.
Oh my god.
How long has it been since this guy kissed anyone?
No, looking at his awkward and cruel posture, I'm afraid he has never kissed anyone in his life.
She just felt that all the losses she had suffered in her life were not as inexplicable as this one today.
Qing Guiyu felt dizzy and swollen from his kiss, the air in her lungs became thinner and thinner, and the nameless anger and anxiety burned her so much that her vision began to go black.
The air around me became thin and hot.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe just a moment, maybe it was forever.
Qing Guiyu finally found a flaw. The moment he leaned over again to deepen the kiss, she suddenly turned her head and thrust her elbow back hard.
Shen Juansheng frowned, and the strength he held on her finally loosened a little.
Taking advantage of the moment when he was distracted, she suddenly broke free from his grip, stepped forward, and took several steps back.
Finally free this time, her chest heaved violently as she breathed in deep gulps of air. Then she raised her hand and rubbed it fiercely across her lips, as if to erase the cold yet burning sensation and the smell of blood.
But the touch was too vivid, so she could only get even angrier.
He raised his eyes and glared fiercely at the young man in front of him who was leaning against the wall, his chest heaving and even his breathing trembling.
Shen Juansheng was gasping for breath violently.
This Young Master Jin Sheng was still in a trance, lost in some extreme emotion, and hadn't yet come to his senses. It was like he had just struggled to shore from a drowning dream.
The black robe that was previously meticulously crafted was now disheveled at the collar and straps, and the black jade crown was slightly tilted. A few strands of hair mixed with gold threads were messily stuck to his sweaty cheeks and neck.
That beautiful face, always calm and gentle, was now flushed as if it were on fire. From her ears to her neck, no part of her face was spared. Her lips were slightly swollen, glistening with water, as gorgeous as peach blossoms blown down by a light rain in March, spreading a mess of vibrant color.
OK.
Very good.
Qing Guiyu gnashed his teeth inwardly. He had taken advantage of her, but now he was acting like this for who?
The anger she felt at being offended finally broke through in an instant. She was not some boudoir lady who could be manipulated by others. She came from Medicine King Valley, had seen life and death in the world, and was also a skilled practitioner of Qing Guiyu.
She had accumulated so much anger and grievance that she had to find a place to vent. With a swift movement of her inner strength, the blocked acupoints were instantly opened. Without a second thought, she raised her hand and struck him firmly in the chest.
It is not a killing move, but it is enough to shock the heart and cause people to suffer.
A muffled sound,
Shen Juansheng was hit by this force and slammed back against the wall.
He didn't fight back, nor did he even attempt to block. He just took the blow firmly.
The young man in black clothes held onto the wall and slowly slid down. Finally, he half-knelt on the ground and began to cough violently.
The green silk covering his eyes was slightly wetted by his rapid breathing. It had just been sticking tightly to his brow bone, but now it had completely fallen apart and fallen into the dust.
One of his hands hung at his side, while the other hand, subconsciously, pressed tightly against his heart where she had hit him.
Those calm, thick, icy eyes suddenly began to show a tearful look.
Shen Jiansheng leaned over and vomited a mouthful of blood from his gorgeous lips. The blood splattered on his black clothes like plum blossoms floating on a deep pool.
Qing Guiyu was stunned by the blood.
She had used only 70% of her strength in this palm strike, intending to teach him a lesson, but she hadn't considered that he would be completely defenseless. With his martial arts skills, even if his internal energy was disordered at this moment, if his protective Qi was still there, he would never have been injured like this by her.
Qing Guiyu stood there, his chest still heaving, his palms numb and hot.
She thought that he would act more pitifully to win her sympathy, as usual, or use some new twisted logic to defend himself.
"Chen Yansheng," she gritted her teeth, trying to make her voice sound as if it were tempered by ice, "You really have...grown up."
He seemed oblivious to her sarcasm, simply raising his hand and lightly touching his still stinging lips with his fingertips. Her scent still lingered there, along with the scent of their combined blood.
"Miss Qing..." He began, his voice muffled by the coughing up of blood.
"I'm sorry," he added anxiously, "I'm sorry, was I... too much just now?"
nonsense!
Qing Guiyu was angry in her heart, but she just looked at him coldly without saying a word.
But he seemed to know what she was going to say and spoke first.
"Like you said, I'm not a good person..." Young Master Jin Sheng lowered his head and regained his composure. "Miss Qing, you wanted to kill me the moment we met."
"But I," he shook his head sadly, "from the Jiang Temple in Yuzhou, to Yaowang Valley, to Zhongzhou, and now here... I always wonder, when... when..."
He just looked at her blankly and didn't say anything else.
"I dare not, Miss Qing," he coughed, as if his thoughts were interrupted, and finally continued like this. His lifeless eyes were full of tears, "but now."
"My father... has escaped."
Shen Juansheng looked at her with a hollow gaze, but his voice was as steady as an analysis. "I don't know when I'll be able to find him. And what will happen when I find him?"
He looked in her direction, and all the light in his beautiful eyes dimmed, leaving only endless confusion and fear.
"I don't know either," he suddenly gasped for breath, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth, "When I find him, Miss Qing...will you still...be by my side?"
Shen Jiansheng laughed briefly and self-deprecatingly, and a few drops of blood fell from his jaw due to the shock. The laughter sounded like being trampled on.
"I always wonder, seven years ago, if Mr. Shen in Medicine King Valley had... if he had thought it through earlier, would he not have let you go?"
"I thought about it for a long time,"
He was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head. His hazy eyes reflected the faint moonlight outside the window, as well as her stunned face. "I've been thinking about it for seven years."
"Today at Tunyun Tower, I saw you walking towards me step by step for those people from Medicine King Valley,"
“I thought, I can’t wait any longer.”
There was a pause in his voice, his tone terrifyingly calm, as if he was reminiscing.
"You just said that who I am has nothing to do with you."
He lowered his eyelashes, "Just talk about... the 'Master Chen' who was rescued by you in the medicine house."
"You don't care who I am or what my name is. You seem like... you can leave at any moment. You feel like you can finally get rid of this troublesome person like me."
He repeated all these words.
Qing Guiyu was speechless for a moment.
What? She had been so tolerant before, but she actually had such a solution?
She thought about it again in her mind, and it seemed that it was indeed there.
"You didn't get away today, but what about tomorrow? And the day after tomorrow?"
"I thought," the young man gasped in front of her, trying to articulate this strange truth, "if I don't do something... will there never be a next time?"
"Yeah." He actually nodded, as if he had made some conclusion again. The mist in his eyes became thicker, and he looked at her and confessed sadly,
“…Perhaps, I will never have such an opportunity again.”
He stopped talking, and instead he coughed even more violently, causing the golden thread to shake violently, as if he was coughing out his heart.
The face that was just flushed with beauty was now as white as paper.
At this moment, Qing Guiyu thought to herself that she had really been influenced by him and was very useless.
How should I put it? She was bitten by a dog, but just as you raised your hand to hit it, you realized that if you continued to hit it, the dog would be killed!
——I’m so angry, but there’s nothing I can do.
The young man trembled and hunched his body in front of her. She squatted down, grabbed his wrist, and tried to feel his pulse.
The wrist was frighteningly cold, and his pulse was in a mess. The cold air and turbulent blood were rushing through his body like a grand, uncontrolled torrent of ice and snow.
"Don't move!" she shouted sharply, and with her other hand, she quickly moved her fingers to press on several large acupuncture points on his chest, trying to help him stabilize the reverse flow of qi and blood.
"You want to die, don't you?"
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