Chapter 122: I Care So Much
Shen Tingyu cursed inwardly, it was too early to be happy.
If at this moment, the arm of her puppet body still contained a poisonous needle that could kill with one shot.
Why should she be so timid? She could have killed him with one shot a long time ago.
hateful!
The dagger flashed with a cold light and stabbed down.
Xiao Qi (covering his face and yelling): Host, be careful!
Swish!
The sound of a puppet being stabbed and fabric being torn apart.
Shen Tingyu moved, rolled over like a carp, and stood up.
The dagger in the man's hand stabbed the rag doll that Shen Tingyu thought was the most exquisite, which was not far away from her.
The dagger is nailed to the floor, this is an opportunity!
Shen Tingyu switched back to the doll’s body at the speed of light, kicked the man in the face, and kicked him out.
"Ahem...you..., ahem...damn it!"
The man fell to the ground, covering his cheek in pain. He was choked by saliva and kept coughing.
There was a big shoe print on his cheek. The man had never suffered such humiliation before. His face kept changing red and white.
While he was falling to the ground, Shen Tingyu pulled out the dagger that had pierced the doll's body, bringing out a wisp of cotton wool.
She stroked the cotton wool with her fingertips, feeling a little scared.
I am still lucky.
The weaker party turned around quietly, she looked at the sharp dagger in her hand, and walked towards the man on the ground.
Seeing with his own eyes that the doll had become a spirit, the man widened his eyes in horror and moved his butt backwards in small increments.
"Monster! Don't come over here..."
"Ah! Monster, I'll fight you."
The man's expression changed as he rushed towards her, aiming at the dagger in her hand.
Shen Tingyu's expression changed slightly when his wrist was grabbed.
The tip of the dagger slowly turned from pointing at the man to pointing at Shen Tingyu.
She frowned, dangerous!
The man had practiced martial arts and was stronger than her, but she couldn't beat him in terms of strength alone.
The man laughed fiercely, a glint of pride flashing across his eyes. "It's just a monster, nothing more than that! Its strength is only better than... uh..."
Just when the tip of the knife was about to pierce Shen Tingyu’s heart, the strength in the man’s hand loosened.
He felt a sudden pain in his heart and slowly lowered his head, his eyes full of disbelief.
Blood stained his clothes over his heart, and the man's body fell to one side.
Shen Tingyu escaped death, but did not dare to be careless.
Until she saw the man fall, revealing the tyrant's face from behind, and the standard violent look on his face.
The dagger she held high in her hand relaxed, letting it hang naturally by her side, her eyes filled with a smile: "Your Majesty, it's you."
The tyrant's voice was hoarse, he held a bloody sword, and his cheeks were stained with the blood of the enemy.
"I'm late."
Xin Hongying felt an urge to hold her in his arms, but he forced himself to hold it back.
He remembered that among the love secrets his senior brother had given him, there was a strategy called "Friendship between Gentlemen".
Women are gentle, so you must proceed step by step when getting along with others. You cannot be too reckless and scare the beauty. If you scare her, there will be no chance anymore.
Shen Tingyu herself didn’t know that when she saw the tyrant appear, her panicked heart was completely at peace.
She shook her head. "It's not too late."
Time is quiet in the messy room.
Xin Hongying lowered her eyes in forbearance, raised her arms slightly and then lowered them, struggling several times.
He raised his arm slightly, and his slender fingers carefully tidied up the messy hair on her forehead.
Shen Tingyu raised her eyes, unaware of his inner struggle, "You just came...good~"
The tyrant's fingers hooked a strand of hair that flew into her mouth.
A strand of long hair was pulled, from the soft tip of the tongue, gradually sliding across her soft lips, making her feel itchy.
Shen Tingyu was slightly surprised. The strand of hair left a strange feeling on her lips.
She touched the corner of her lips uncomfortably with her fingers, pursed her lips and swallowed, her eyes dodging, and she was actually a little afraid to look the tyrant in the eye.
What's wrong with me? It's so weird.
Xin Hongying still couldn't hold back the urge to hold her in his arms and protect her. He took a few steps forward.
Shen Tingyu was suddenly hugged tightly, staggered back a few steps, and subconsciously hugged him with his backhand.
Xin Hongying's eyes were dark and the corners of his eyes were bloodshot.
Just now, the tip of the knife was just a tiny bit away from her heart, and she felt endless self-blame.
"It was just a little bit, I failed to protect you!"
The tyrant's cold voice was no longer calm, and there was a faint cry in it. Shen Tingyu wondered if she had heard it wrong.
She felt the tyrant's self-blame-like broken fragility, and it felt like...
He cares so much about himself!
But she couldn't understand the reason why she cared so much, and she was a little confused, but her heartbeat became faster involuntarily.
Her white fingers clutched the back of his clothes.
"Have the killers been dealt with?"
Xin Hongying reluctantly released his embrace and nodded in a cold manner.
Shen Tingyu tilted his head, glanced behind him, and asked doubtfully, “Where’s Bai Feng?”
He paused for a moment before remembering that there was another person named Bai Feng. "You stay here for a while."
After saying that, he left with his sword.
Before Shen Tingyu lifted his leg and went downstairs, he thought about it, turned around and found the boss hiding under the table on the second floor.
She patted her host's shoulder.
The Dong family huddled up like a quail, trembling with fear, still holding the bottle of holy water in their arms, and muttered, "I didn't see anything, don't kill me."
Shen Tingyu squatted down and took a look, and saw that the host had his eyes tightly closed.
Thinking about how embarrassed she was just now, she couldn't laugh.
Shen Tingyu stood up and slapped his palm on the table to scare him.
A heavy slap sounded.
She spoke threateningly, emphasizing each word: "Dolls can be sold, but lucky dolls cannot be sold anymore, especially under the name of being blessed by the Imperial Master."
"Did you... hear that clearly?"
There was a loud noise above his head. The boss shrank his head and sat down on the ground in fear.
"Ming...I understand."
On the first floor, the killer at the door of Fuzhai was quickly dealt with by the two of them, leaving no one alive.
Bai Feng was seriously injured, his face was even paler than his clothes, and the group quickly returned to the palace.
"What's wrong with you? Are you hurt somewhere?"
Shen Tingyu lifted his arm and pinched his cheek to check, “You look so pale.”
Bai Feng didn't have any serious external injuries, but he vomited a lot of blood.
Instead, it seemed as if he was exhausted inside, and looked like he was about to collapse at any moment.
Bai Feng was also happy when his cheeks were pinched. His colorless lips slightly raised and his voice was slightly distorted.
"I'm fine, sister Feige delivered the message..."
The voice was unclear, so Shen Tingyu loosened the hand that was pinching his mouth.
Bai Feng's voice returned to normal.
"Things have settled down in Yunzhou City now. She will be able to reach the capital soon."
"When she comes, I'll be fine. There's no need to look for the imperial physicians. They're all a bunch of useless mediocre doctors who just eat the official salary."
"My own body, I know it well."
Xin Hongying remained calm, frowning as he asked inappropriately, "When can you help me get rid of the poison?"
Xin Hongying, contrary to her usual behavior, actually began to urge herself.
Bai Feng raised his eyebrows, alarm bells ringing in his heart.
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