The translucent veil was blown by the wind, and the tip of Yanling's nose was pushed out of a small arc, vaguely revealing the red lip flap under the veil. Shen Zhao's heart moved, and he suddenly spoke: "Can you show me your face?"

Yan Ling: "?" She glanced at him inexplicably, Shen Zhao's ears suddenly became hot, and he stammered, "Well, I didn't mean that." ”

Next, Yanling used a lot of tricks and dragged on in the pavilion for a long time. In the middle of the moon, Shen Zhao finally couldn't sit still, got up and said coldly: "It's cold, let's go back." ”

Yan Ling answered, and on the way back, she still drew a gourd, and took him around the dark garden, and went around for a long time, before she slowly walked to the original building, and said secretly - she had already lured this key person away, and tried her best to delay it for so long, I hope He Jianshuang has already succeeded over there.

The soft-soled shoes made a gentle grinding sound against the wooden staircase. As soon as I reached the third floor, a faint smell of blood began to waft in the air.

At such a distance, the human nose can't smell blood, but Yanling is not human, and her sense of smell is naturally sensitive. When this fishy smell wafted into her nasal cavity, she naturally understood that He Jianshuang and the others had already made a move. Moreover, there was no sound of fighting from upstairs, and it seemed that it was over. couldn't help but be a little lucky, fortunately, Shen Zhao was led out when the fight started, and she herself was not present to delay He Jianshuang.

It's just that she can't help but be a little worried—I don't know if He Jianshuang is still injured after she intercepted Mo Rui and lured Shen Zhao away.

Turning the corner of the dark staircase, the dark red lantern in the corner of the porch danced with an ominous glimmer. Shen Zhao finally realized that something was wrong—the fourth floor was □□ quiet, and the toasts and silk bamboo sounds that were there before leaving just now had all disappeared. The whole floor can almost be described as dead silent.

At the same time, the doors of several successive rooms in the corridor were closed and all opened, and the candles inside were all extinguished, and it was pitch black. The light of the lantern in the corner of the porch reflected in the room, dimly illuminating a small part of the floor.

It is said that when people perceive danger, their hairs stand on end, and Shen Zhao has this feeling at this time. Uneasy, he pressed his hand cautiously on the hilt of his sword as he strode toward the room he had come from.

Because he was worried that He Jianshuang would die here, he had to see it with his own eyes to feel at ease, so Yanling followed behind Shen Zhao. Rather than going straight to his destination, she kept dipping into the room next to her with the door open.

Although the candle flame inside had been extinguished, Yanling could still clearly see that the room was silent, there was no one, empty, the floor was full of cups and plates, the screen had fallen, the vase was broken, and there were still a few drops of blood on the ground, as if they had left traces when they left in a hurry.

Soon, she approached the middle room, where the two occult men were. The closer I got to the door, the sickening smell of blood grew.

Shen Zhao stood at the door sluggishly holding the hilt of his sword, his back stiff.

- Thinking with her toes, she knew that there would not be a beautiful scene inside, and Yanling took a deep breath for two seconds before looking into the house.

She saw the bloodiest scene of her life.

The house was chaotic, and it was supposed to have been a fierce fight. The Qinglou women who accompanied the wine no longer knew where they had gone. Two bloody corpses lay on their backs on the ground, their eyes wide open, dead and dead. Both were killed by swords piercing their hearts. Their clothes were untied, and upon closer inspection, the blood-stained bodies had been skinned alive.

Thick blood stains splashed onto the precious screen, and the undried blood beads were still slowly sliding down. A field of dark red blood flowed slowly, spilling towards the door.

For the first time in her life, she was face to face with a dead person, and the other party's death was still so terrifying - a chill climbed up Yanling's back, she resisted the urge to vomit, and quickly glanced at the back of their unskinned hands, only to see that the skin had quite a lot of folds, and the fingers were black and short, not He Jianshuang's hands!

It's good that you're not dead - after learning this, it's not a good place to stay for long. Taking advantage of Shen Zhao's rush forward, Yanling turned around and ran away.

The death of these two people proves that He Jianshuang's encirclement and suppression have been successful, and their threat to He Jianshuang has been lifted.

However, even so, she couldn't completely relax, because the person who gave He Mishuang the final fatal blow was still there.

I remember that when I was in Yanshan, Mo Rui came to Artemisia Mountain to recuperate from his injuries. In order to let Mo Rui and He Jianshuang meet according to the predetermined fate, this world actually came up with a new plot out of thin air to facilitate their meeting. Referring to that experience, Yan Ling secretly reminded herself that she couldn't be careless - according to the urine nature of this world, the ghost knows if this time she would also let He Jianshuang die according to the established fate, and a new plot appeared out of thin air, letting Shen Zhao attack He Jianshuang.

Under normal circumstances, she believed that He Jianshuang would not lose. However, I don't know if He Jianshuang was injured in the fierce battle just now. Next, she had to confirm how He Jianshuang was doing now.

Recalling the original work, Yan Ling had a wind under her feet, and rushed to the house where He Jianshuang was hiding in the original book as fast as possible. On the way, passing by the pond where Mo Rui was tied, Yanling glanced over there casually, and suddenly almost jumped up in shock.

- Morry, who was so well tied, is gone.

Sure enough, it's the heroine, she won't be lightly leashed, she is tied so tightly, this guy can still run away! The only thing that is fortunate now is that Mo Rui can't speak, so he won't make a big fuss, and besides, He Jianshuang's plan has been successful seventy or eighty percent, so Mo Rui shouldn't be able to turn over any moths.

Intellectually analy, but emotionally concerned and chaotic, Yanling was even more anxious and hurriedly quickened her pace.

He Jianshuang's hiding place is a little far away from the place where the incident happened, so the people here don't know that something has happened over there, but they are still peaceful, singing and dancing, and the sound of beauty in each room is endless.

Yanling ran quickly to the room where He Jianshuang was hiding. The door was locked, but it wasn't a big deal to her. After quickly unlocking the lock, she pushed the door open, only to see a candle flame jumping slightly behind the translucent screen, and the light was very dim. A large carved bed slanted on the left side of the room, and the curtain was a translucent smoky purple. Incense curls up from the copper incense burner, and the room is silent.

No one?

She stepped on the soft carpet and turned to close the door in frustration. As soon as she turned around, her lips were covered by a cold hand through the veil, and at the same time, she felt a cold chill in front of her neck, and a thin, cold blade pressed against her delicate neck.

The heat kept coming from the chests of those behind him, and his low, tired gasps rang in his ears.

There is only one person who can appear in this room, and besides, the touch of this palm is too familiar. Yanling's heartbeat became more and more intense, and even her instinctive resistance was relieved, and she stood meekly in place, allowing him to cover her mouth.

Even though her nose was covered, she could smell something fishy inside...... That's the smell of human blood.

Sure enough, it was - was it hurt?

Yan Ling's eyes were sour.

Either way, it's fine. Once again, she was sincerely grateful for the many misunderstandings and all kinds of mistakes, but she could see him alive again. At this time, she heard the heartbeat in his chest, and she knew that she had finally caught up with this cut-off point.

Yan Ling said silently in her heart - this time, with her by his side, he would not let him die no matter what.

In the darkness, He Jianshuang gasped for a moment before he said coldly, "Lock the door." ”

Yanling did not hesitate and dropped the lock very obediently.

"When someone comes, I'll answer you whatever you want. If you don't cooperate, or try to call for help, I promise to gouge out your eyes before anyone comes. ”

Yan Ling hurriedly "hmm" twice, indicating that she heard it. However, his mouth was covered and he couldn't speak. She couldn't help but reach out and want to touch He Jianshuang's arm and signal him to let go. However, as soon as the fingertips touched his sleeve, the dagger in front of his neck sent a few points in the direction of his neck, cutting through the delicate skin of his neck, oozing a faint streak of blood.

He Jianshuang's voice carried undisguised disgust and anger: "Don't touch me, are you looking for death?"

It can't be touched, Yan Ling put down her hand stupidly. Okay, life matters, He Jianshuang can't recognize her now, so don't touch it until she can speak.

This kind of feeling that you can't recognize each other even though it's right in front of you is really unpleasant! You have the ability to hold me hostage, why don't you have the ability to turn me around!(╯"□′)╯(┻━┻

Seeing that this hostage had not struggled at all since he stepped into the door and was held hostage by him, he was quite familiar with current affairs, and He Jianshuang was a little surprised. But he didn't change his attitude towards her because of this, and only held the person back slowly and left the door, in case she broke out of the door.

Behind the screen, He Jianshuang confirmed that the person could no longer escape the room, so he put away the dagger and pushed her away from him in disgust.

Yanling was pushed to the ground like a dead dog, clutching her neck and snorting in pain. Fortunately, there is a carpet underneath here, otherwise according to his rough pushing, he wouldn't have knocked his knees?

Yan Ling rubbed her knees, and suddenly noticed that the smell of blood in her nose was thick—by the way, she hadn't confirmed whether He Jianshuang was injured!

He Jianshuang didn't look at her, leaned on the side of the bed tiredly, closed his eyes and breathed.

Obviously, he didn't think that the powerless woman in front of him could do anything out of the ordinary right under his nose.

Yan Ling looked at him quietly from under the veil, and her heart tightened.

It's just that they haven't seen each other for a month, but He Jianshuang has lost a lot of weight. The remaining warmth and softness between the eyebrows seemed to be gone, but it was much more gloomy and fierce.

Because of the assassination, he wore a power suit with narrow sleeves, and there was no burden on his body. Tonight, he abandoned the long sword he had been using, and held a short double-edged dagger in his hand—the same one he had used to hold Yan Ling hostage. The body of the sword was a little red, so it was obvious that he must have licked the blood tonight. However, there was no blood on the tip of the sword, probably he hastily wiped it, so as not to leave traces of the blood dripping on the ground and attract the pursuers.

He is really cautious, in the original book, if it weren't for Mo Rui's death and making a fuss, with He Jianshuang's style, it would be impossible to die here.

Yan Ling's gaze slowly shifted to his waist and abdomen, and suddenly saw that it was wet, dark red blood coagulated on his clothes, and the thick smell of blood came from there. She was startled, straightened up instantly, and took off her veil: "Are you injured?"

Hearing a familiar voice explode in his ears, He Jianshuang was shocked, and instantly opened his blood-red eyes.

However, just after He Jianshuang saw what Yanling was wearing, the surprise that burst out like a spark disappeared in an instant.

- Her body was covered with a transparent purple gauze robe, and her soft and boneless arms loomed. Under the purple veil, there is a very thin layer of fabric, and the chest is squeezed with a white and plump **, and the flexible waist is like a wicker, which is not in a grip. When I walked around, the thin and soft fabric wrapped the two balls behind me, making people's blood gush. The clouds and temples are scattered, the eyes are like autumn water, the veins are full of veins, charming to the bones, and the soul is seducing.

It's not just a woman, it's a rare stunner in the world.

He Jianshuang clenched his fists and stared at her deadly, his chest heaving and his eyes almost bursting into flames.

After Yanling disappeared out of thin air, he searched almost the entire Yueming Mountain City, but he couldn't find anyone. He even sent someone back to Yanshan in Danzhou to see if she had returned to the Artemisia Mountain faction, but to no avail. The fear and torment of Yan Ling's complete loss of control tormented him day by day, and he relied on only the last shred of his sanity to continue his plan like a walking corpse.

However, I didn't expect to see her here. So, in the month she disappeared, did she stay in this kind of place?!

Over there, Yan Ling didn't know that she was about to come into disaster, and was frowning and approaching him. [Candle]