Jing Jiaren looked in a trance for a moment: "Let him go." ”

"But he kept calling your name to get out of bed."

Jing Jia's heart stung: "Can't you even control a man with weak limbs?" ”

"This ......"

Another servant hurried over and said with a shocked expression, "Miss Jing, Miss Jing, that gentleman has been hitting his wound with his fist. ”

Jing Jiaren's body trembled, what was he doing?

His wound was opened, and the bullet was removed, and he was very weak.

Jing Jiaren couldn't hold back any longer, and pushed the maid away and walked out.

Simon Longting's room is next door.

The door opened, and there was a strong smell of blood and medicine coming from inside.

Several servants who served him looked at him from afar, and did not dare to come near.

Simon Longting hooked his body, his thin white nightgown stained with blood, his hair dripping with cold, and his face was pale in the light.

"Master Simon, I didn't lock you up, and I still kept so many servants to serve you and feed you fragrant porridge, what else are you not satisfied with?" Jing Jiaren's mocking voice appeared.

Ximen Longting raised his face, and his red pupils flowed with a suffocating light.

"You're finally willing to come."

He tugged at his chapped lips.

It is said that after he woke up, he refused to drink a sip of water, and naturally did not eat.

It has been 13 hours since he was shot yesterday.

The vial that had been hanging on him was also knocked over, and the back of his hand picked out Hemu's blood......

"Why didn't you kill me with a single shot?" He smiled coldly, "Is it reluctant?" ”

"Change the potion for him." Jing Jiaren avoided his gaze.

"Jing Jiaren, you answer me!" He roared sullenly and was about to get out of bed again.

His limbs were weak, and he couldn't even stand on his feet in his current condition, and the servant went over to help him, and his eyes were bloodshot with a shocked gaze.

That look alone was terrifying, as if to warn that whoever dared to take a step closer to him would not end well.

"A powerless waste, are you also afraid?" Jing Jiaren walked over in a few steps, pressed Ximen Longting's shoulder, and asked him to lie down.

A large hand slammed into her wrist.

It was as if it was grabbing her heart, and her heart was beating wildly.

He stared at him with a raised face: "You should have killed me directly." ”

"If you kill your prey with a knife, it is better to put him in a cage and torture him every day, tear his wounds, and help him wrap up and tear again...... It's much more fun. Jing Jiaren said coldly, "This is what you taught me." ”

“……”

"Now that you are my prisoner, I will bring you the humiliation you inflicted on me. It's all back to you. ”

“……”

"Is this reason not to kill you enough?"

“……”

"Young Master Simon, is this your retribution?" She traced his pale face with her fingers and smiled coldly.

Suddenly, he slammed his fist into his abdomen.

Blood flowed from the wound that had been opened......

Jing Jiaren's heart also seemed to be smashed: "What are you doing?" ”

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

“……”

He slammed it again.

Although the body is weak, the fists are hard......

Jing Jiaren immediately grabbed his wrist: "Are you crazy? ”

"I ask you if it hurts?" He sneered bloodthirstily and said, "I just want to know, do you hurt?" ”

Jing Jiaren's heart ached greatly.

It's like a knife picking words on the tip of her heart, grinding a long pain!