pinched the chins of the little goblins and said word by word: I want to tell you that what I like is a monthly pass......

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She stood on tiptoe and held her head high, pinched his chin, forced him to look her squarely, and said, word for word, "I'm going to tell you too." What I like is Pei Shu. ”

Because the thin person seems to be bigger, the light is shining at the moment, and it seems to be pressing, he didn't expect that she seemed to be unfrustrated, stunned for a while, and forgot to move.

Before he could shake off or roar, he met her eyes.

Pei Shu's handsome face suddenly flattened......

Pei Shu was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Meng Potian suddenly stood on tiptoe and pinched his chin.

Meng Potian let go of him.

Pei Shu turned his head to see her hugging his arm.

"I know." She said clearly.

The body in his arms stiffened, and the crying stopped, and after a while, Meng Potian straightened up and raised his head, looking directly into his eyes.

"Meng Potian, I'm going to tell you," he gently pushed her shoulder, but he couldn't push, so he simply whispered in her ear, "What I like is Jing Hengbo." ”

Pei Shu's arm was a little stiff. The body of the girl in his arms trembled slightly, she was crying, but her mouth was scolding viciously, this feeling made him a little trance, thinking if Jing Hengbo would be like this when he encountered this scene?

"I knew you weren't dead! But how can you bear to play dead! ”

Pei Shu wanted to push her out again, but Meng Potian stepped on his boots.

The door was slammed open, he kicked in from the outside, she kicked out from the inside, the door panel shattered, and the two legs collided together, Pei Shu raised his eyebrows, Meng Potian said "ouch", smiled with tears, and threw himself into his arms with tears.

The knife fell to the ground with a thud.

Pei Shu's eyes!

The knife was raised, reflecting his eyebrows, and a pair of ...... Jet-black eyes.

Even if she knows that what he is giving is not love, it is still beautiful.

She felt that she had no regrets in this life, she had met the most fierce teenager, quarreled with him, made trouble, had intimate contact, and was exchanged for his life in an instant of life and death.

The best time in the world seems to have passed, in the coffin of that day, on the roulette.

She drew her sword, and the snowy back of the knife reflected the girl's face, which had been haggard for three days, and her eyes were deep and dull.

After venting quickly, the following is refreshing and refreshing on the road, don't wait for others to urge, it's too ugly.

In the hut, Meng Potian stopped crying.

A whirlwind swept past him, nearly knocking him off the couch.

The brocade-clothed man was stunned for a while, sighed, and pressed a button.

Everybody pouted - did you help like that? How many times have you helped people, and they are not better off than dead? No wonder Miss Wen wrote on your birthday cake: "There is more than innocent death, and there is full of evil".

Jinyi paused for a moment, sighed, and said sadly and lonely: "I am obviously for her good and helping her, why does everyone still think that I am a wicked person......"

The guards silently retreated, but when Chinese left, they said, "Master, you must not want Miss Wen to cry like this." ”

He can be soft-hearted, but he doesn't like the guards to be soft-hearted, and if his subordinates are too soft-hearted, the enemy will have loopholes to exploit.

As soon as the brocade-clothed man saw their posture, he said, "Get out." ”

She cried heartbreakingly, the night birds flew away, the guards in the courtyard listened silently, and the guards who were accustomed to life and death and boasted of being hard-hearted, silently lined up and walked to the house of the brocade man.

Meng Potian hugged the twisted and terrible corpse, and the tears that had been suppressed for three days finally fell, she cried, crying in vain, crying about the impermanence of life, crying because she thought that she met hope and finally despaired, crying for the first time in seventeen years, a girl's mind was like spring water, and it was in vain today......

That man, the man she had worked so hard for three days to save his life, was finally dead.

After a while, everyone who was holding their breath heard Meng Potian's cry.

Then the lights in the hut went out suddenly.

On the third night of the day, except for the people in brocade, everyone felt that they couldn't stand it.

Pei Shu has protested with the Jinyi people countless times, either stop deceiving people, or let him out, the Jinyi people turned a deaf ear and didn't approach him at all, the unlucky guards became the venting toys of Pei Shu, who was very angry, and the most unlucky was Latin, when he delivered food to Pei Shu, he was strangled by his neck and almost strangled to death.

Such days are almost tormenting, and on the first day, Meng Potian's face has lost a circle, his entire chin is pointed, and his eyes are gloomy, like a ghost. The brocade man didn't abuse her, he gave her a portion of the delicious food and drink, but in that damp and smelly hut, who could eat such wounds and pus? Meng Potian just drank some water casually, and his spirit was full of energy, but the spirit looked a little abnormal, his eyes were burning, and his cheeks were flushed with an unhealthy flush, everyone could see that this girl had taken on the huge pressure, but if she didn't succeed, she would break like a taut string.

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Outside the window, Pei Shu has been standing, his dark eyes are like night, shining with bright and extinguishing stars.

As the night deepened, Meng Potian, who was tired to death, refused the sleeping place arranged by the Jinyi guards, and only asked for a bench to sleep next to the person on the bed. She was so tired that she fell asleep on the stool, but as soon as she turned over, she fell off the stool and woke up, and as soon as she woke up, she immediately rushed over to look at the man's injuries, check his temperature and pulse, and wipe away the cold sweat from his body. Gently help him turn over so that the wound on his back does not compress and suppurate. In the middle of the night, the medicine was changed again, the kitchen was boiling hot water all night, and the bloody cloth was thrown all over the floor, and at the darkest day before dawn, she had just finished wiping the man's forehead, and fell asleep after the first moment, her face resting on the hideous face, and her ass was comically dragged far away on the bench.

……

What makes her so persistent, so brave?

However, at this moment, in the stinking hut, ordinary people were about to vomit out as soon as they entered, everything that the girl did silently made his heart like iron and stone faintly vibrate.

Saving Meng Potian that day was driven by his sense of responsibility as a man, he didn't think about reciprocating, nor did he think about things related to feelings, he met so many women, so he understood that what he likes now is what he really wants.

The brocade-clothed man seemed to be smiling, and Pei Shu's eyes were as dark as night.

Too tired and nervous, she didn't notice the figure standing quietly outside the window.

After that, the medicine is administered...... Bandaging...... When washing the wound, her attention was all on the flesh and blood, she didn't feel that she was washing it at the moment, she was shocked to realize that she was facing the naked body of the young man, which made her want to throw down the cloth towel to escape, but she finally gritted her teeth and stood still, hole by hole plug medicine, many wounds through the wounds, she had to hold the body and turn over, the blood pus stained her body, the body was soft like a pile of dead meat, she couldn't use the slightest strength, she had to leave the girl's reserve and shyness, pull away his body, lift his thighs, Holding him and flipping it gently, the girl's smooth cheeks pressed against the rotting body that was almost lifeless......

However, she bit her lip and knelt beside the bed, and washed his wounds one by one with warm water, and the color of the water in the basin was soon as disgusting, and the cloth was changed one by one, and the warm water was changed in a basin, and all the wounds were cleaned, and with eighteen basins of water, she was also wet, and even her hair was stuck to her forehead, as if she had been poured from her head by a basin of water.

And after opening the cloth belt, the wound was even more shocking, black, yellow, red, green, unimaginable colors gushed out in those blooming red holes, the smell was terrible, and the vision was even more terrifying, for a moment, she was so bold that she wanted to throw down the cloth towel, screaming and running away.

The person on the bed was too seriously injured, he had been unconscious, and he didn't know if it was bad for medicine, or neglect to take care of him, many of his wounds had suppurated, and as soon as the bandaged cloth was opened, the stench of rotting flesh almost made her faint.

Meng Potian felt that the days in the hut could really be regarded as hell.

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And he sat upright, with a faint white mist around him, like a snow-capped mountain that had been towering on the earth for a long time.

There was a faint worry in the eyes of the guards.

Of course, such a vital point, with a wisp of cold ice true qi to freeze the important blood veins for a long time, the price to pay is the health of the heart.

Freezing the deadly needle will prevent it from moving again in the short term.

A wisp of true qi of Prajna Snow went straight to the heart, slowly condensing the blood vessels around the needle.

He sat still, closed his eyes, and his face gradually became the color of frost and snow, as transparent as ice crystals.

In any case, this incident must not be repeated and hurt her again.

But then again, life may not last long, so what are you afraid of eternal life and weakness?

In fact, there is another way to postpone the crisis a little, but the price paid may be the weakening of eternal life.

Today's state of emergency is very dangerous, and there cannot be a second time.

He was slightly silent, as if he was thinking.

In front of him, there is also a game of Zhenlong chess, each of which is carefully designed.

These news did not make him angry, he could only feel that the time was pressing, and the enemies in the shadows were dialing one after another, which ones should be dealt with directly, which ones should be put aside, which ones needed to be concealed temporarily, and which ones could be practiced for her, all of which had to be analyzed and dealt with separately.

Is it coming?

His eyes flashed, and he looked up.

"Lord." The guard said softly, "There seems to be an abnormal movement in the Kanglong Army. ”

There was the sound of footsteps around him, and the guards silently surrounded him, and he didn't dare to approach, because at this moment, he was really angry, and it was easy to hurt people.

It's better to hate him.

It's better not to forgive.

At that time, how will she bear it?

No one knows when and where that deadly needle will break out.

The only thing they really can't do is time.

It's not that he can't fight alongside her, but the most terrifying thing is never the enemy in the light and in the shadows.

No, you can't.

And when the snow could not be controlled, the ice and snow spread, and she was almost hurt, his impulse in front of him was suddenly dispelled.

As for himself, whether he is forgiven or not is really not that important.

After such a long time of chasing and protecting, it is atonement, it is apology, and it is impossible to let go. He wanted to see her grow as soon as possible and determine how much he could let go.

The enemy is coming from all directions, embattled, although it is not completely ready, but since it is here, let's face it.

That's it, you don't have to hide and hide anymore, right and wrong, give her and give yourself a clear understanding.

In fact, when Jing Hengbo locked him and pounced, a thought also flashed in his heart.

At the moment of severe pain in my heart, my heart was cold.

How could he allow himself to be her shadow?

He wanted her to exist freely and mightily in the world beyond his reach, with eternal light around her, and no more shadows shrouded her.

He knew that with her kindness, even if he hated him, he would never accept that he died because of her mistakes, and everything he did and worked hard would be meaningless.

What she fears is not death, but if she dies in front of her like this, if she dies because of her, will she be immersed in infinite guilt for the rest of her life, and will she still be able to live happily?

He was terrified at that moment.

He gasped softly, his heart still aching sharply, it was an area that could not be touched, it was fine before, but recently it was gradually moving forward, gradually to the point that touching outside the body can also cause severe pain. Jing Hengbo obviously poked lightly, but so coincidentally, he touched the key position, and the pain that pierced his heart at that moment made him think that he would die in front of her.

Behind him, a large piece of ice and snow brought by him approached like a flying carpet, and then silently submerged into his body, and the internal force forced it to flow back, naturally it was going to be eaten on himself, his body leaned slightly, and a mouthful of purple blood sprayed on the ice. The color is bright and beautiful.

He held his heart and fell to his knees with a thud. The grass around him immediately brushed and pulled out a layer of ice, solidifying the white leaf tips.

This pain, drill the heart.

……

It hurts so much.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain is so painful.

She took a breath and stretched out her hand, the skin of her five fingers frozen by the ice and snow, and the blood stained was abundant.

Unless it is a realm of life and death......

Once this time, it is almost impossible for him to be fooled in the future.

She knew she didn't have to look for it, and since he had earned it, he wouldn't give her another chance to find herself.

Tianqi kept turning his head to look at the valley, and everyone asked, Jing Hengbo lowered his eyes, only to feel extremely depressed in his heart.

Naturally, her subordinates were instructed by her to stay away, and when they rushed over, the matter had already settled. Everyone thought that there would be no problem, who knew that the game they set up would make themselves so embarrassed?

There was a lot of footsteps behind her, and her subordinates came, and they were very surprised to see her in an embarrassed state.

The dagger in her hand flew out, breaking the pillar with a click, and his body flew diagonally across the valley like a kite with a broken string.

His figure was a little crooked, the pillar dragging far behind him, and a shadow of snow swept across the canopy.

As soon as the pillar was broken, the house collapsed, and Jing Hengbo saw half of the roof smashed on him, but fortunately, it was a thatched roof, so he would not be seriously injured.

In the last moment, he broke the pillar.

She fell a face of snow and ice, but still managed to open her eyes, flying upside down for a moment, saw the snow and ice condensed all over the house stopped, and then quickly disappeared, it seemed that he was trying to make the ice and snow return to his body, this effort must be very difficult, as if the master had already slapped but hit his internal organs, she vaguely heard a muffled snort, and then the muffled snort was drowned out with a bang, the house collapsed, she saw half of the roof collapsed, ice and snow splashed, the whole world seemed to become a crystal world, through the blurred snow mist, A figure was vaguely seen flying out of the window, dragging behind him, and half a pillar was bolted......

The sound was extremely resolute, and then a strong force swept her, and she was swept up, smashed through the roof, and flew out.

Behind him, he suddenly said, "Go!" ”

Her strength was about to run out, her mind was blank, and at this moment she was burning with anger and freezing her brain by the cold, and she didn't want to think anymore.

There is no regret in my heart at this moment, only infinite anger at God - I just want the truth, why put me in a desperate situation! If the crossing is against the sky, then let me die here!

If you can't knock it open, let's die together!

But she refused to give up, and slashed at each other, and the sound in the house was endless.

The blade struck the icicle, but it had no effect except for the splash of broken ice, and the ice immediately condensed again, thicker and thicker each time. It is completely useless, not to mention any movement in the cold weather, which is extremely physically demanding.

Only then did I know what the real cold was, compared to the snow valley at the beginning, it could be regarded as warm as spring.

It was so cold that her teeth chattered, the back of her hand was bloodless, and her fingers were frozen stiff, and she felt as if even the blood was about to clot.

And what was cut just now was only the ice on the pillar, and the pillar didn't even have a gap, and what was even worse was that at this moment, the gap that was cut quickly formed into a very thick layer of ice.

Ice and snow fragments splashed on her face, hot pain, she didn't wipe her face, her eyes widened, and found that a thick layer of ice had been hung on the knife in an instant, and it became an ice blade.

The knife was raised high and swung down fiercely, with all his strength and sound, like the sound of gold and iron.

No matter how much grievances there are, no matter how much resentment and incomprehension, she can't just let go like this.

Intuition told her that if she left him like this, he would die!

She immediately went over to untie the buckle, but the buckle froze into a thick ball, she first sent a call for help, and then pulled out the knife between her legs and began to chop the pillar, she couldn't let him stay here!

The voice reminded her. He was also chained to a pillar!

She flashed halfway through, then stopped, and looked back at him, he was still lying in the ice, the ice below him getting higher and higher, and he was still trembling slightly, so that the chains that had congealed the ice made a clanging sound.

But he ...... Is it really okay?

As soon as Jing Hengbo looked up, he saw that even the thatch on the eaves of the house had condensed into ice, and the range was still expanding, and this place had become a snow house and could no longer be left.

"Let's go!" He said.

Jing Hengbo was shocked to realize that hot skin may be stuck to the flesh and snow when it encounters ice and snow, she wanted to raise her hand, but she couldn't lift it anymore, so she had to pull it out violently, and a thin layer of skin on her fingertips was left on the ice and snow, leaving spots of blood and pain.

She lay on the ground, frightened, and he had already said urgently: "Get up! ”

She subconsciously leaned forward, and an ice pick on the chain behind her suddenly broke and splashed, grazing her vest and passing by, instantly condensing again in the cold air, and falling on the ice with a thud.

She hurriedly stepped back, but he drank again: "Back! ”

An ice sword shot out from under his shoulder, grazing against her cheek with a thud, and barely stabbed her in the eye, and her eyelids almost froze and sticked.

She subconsciously turned her head sharply.

"Get out of the way—" He suddenly whispered, his voice urgent.

He seemed to be resisting something with all his might, his face buried in the ice and snow, she intuitively felt that something was wrong, and she couldn't figure out how it could become like this with a random poke, and couldn't help but reach out to pull him on the shoulder.

At least the temperature in the room dropped by dozens of degrees, and she shivered from the cold in her thin clothes, but she stubbornly refused to let go, she had something to ask him!

She looked at this scene dumbfounded, looking at the scene where the queen in Frozen waved and created the ice and snow palace, this scene was beautiful and magical, but she began to be confused again, is this really Gong Yin? She remembered that although he had frozen ice for a moment, and the snow was very magical, he didn't seem to be in this state.

The ice and snow had begun to spread outward from his body, stretching along the chains on his ankles, and she saw the chains hanging with ice and snow all the way, and even forming ice picks like swords, and the ice and snow clattered over the buckles and spread up the pillars in the house, which became icicles in an instant, and the ice flakes clicked from the top of the icicle to the roof......

She couldn't stay still, she would freeze to death if she got close to him, so she had to roll over and squat beside him, not daring to turn him for a while, just staring at him tightly.

The cold air is getting heavier and heavier, he seems to be releasing his true qi outside, and he seems to be uncontrollable, he reached out to push her, and whispered: "Go down...... Go down ......"

His body trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to endure something, Jing Hengbo stared at him suspiciously, and now all her manifestations of him were full of uncertainty, not knowing where it was true and where it was false. She had been deceived for too long, she had been puzzled for too long, so long that she was about to lose her perception of the things in the world, and she was full of skepticism about everything.

The hand suddenly loosened, his strength to hold her was gone, she withdrew her hand, her fingers rubbed the corners of his lips, a faint trace of stickiness, she raised her hand to see, but he suddenly pulled down her hand heavily, her fingers were pressed into the dirt, stained with the mud on her hand, the sticky liquid just now, I can't see it.

She was a little shocked, because for so long, if she guessed correctly, he had been controlling himself and never revealing the ice internal force in front of her, what was going on now?

She paused, because she suddenly noticed that the body under her body was rapidly getting colder, and the body temperature was passing away like a tide, and she saw with her own eyes that a layer of ice crystals slowly spread on the skin of his neck, and under the black hair, a faint white light flashed.

This voice turned out to be quite painful, she was shocked, she didn't expect his reaction to be like this, she was a little panicked for a while, and then remembered that she poked her fingertips, and she didn't use any real power, even a child wouldn't hurt her, and suddenly understood that this person was pretending to lie to herself, and said angrily: "Do you need to do this......"

He suddenly snorted and trembled.

The palm of the palm is his heart, hot, warm, at this moment I can feel his heart beating, it seems to be a little more urgent than the average person, it is normal for a martial artist to have an abnormal heartbeat, she didn't think much about it, she suddenly became angry, poked her fingertips at his heart, and said murderously: "If you don't let go of me, I will pierce your heart......"

Isn't that fun?

Why is it so broken, but it is so accommodating? Why did he decide to cut it down, but he always gave her affection.

This made her heart complicated - she really didn't understand, really didn't understand, why was he?

He was using his chest to warm her hands.

Jing Hengbo was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he pressed his hand to his heart, which was a warm posture.

He sighed and said, "If you want to hurt and deceive people in the future, don't take off your clothes, your hands are very cold." ”

"Huh." Jing Hengbo said grimly, "If I send a signal, my people will come, how long can you hold me down?" ”

If you want me to release you, you let me go first.

He didn't speak, moved his ankle, and replied to her with the sound of chains.

After a while, she said coldly: "Let go of me." I think this sentence is ridiculous.

Does this also indicate that she will always be passive in this relationship? Controlled, oppressed, represented, teased?

But he's always been so difficult, and there's still a way not to face her at this point. At this moment, she was also suppressed, she couldn't move at all, and even if she wanted to get rid of him, it depended on whether he could let go.

At this point, if she doesn't know how to do it, her head will grow white.

Although Jinyi is really not a good person, at least this matter helped her, which is also the real condition for him to exchange the golden umbrella. The few words he wrote on the back of the letter told Jing Hengbo that the mechanism of the coffin had been changed, and it seemed to be stuck, but in fact it could be opened at any time.

She moved slightly, and the chains rattled, the chains were strong, and the things provided by the brocade man were always good.

Old hatred and new accounts, complicated, there are many things to settle with him, and there are many problems to figure out, otherwise she will die and will not be able to turn a blind eye.

And at the moment she didn't want to shed tears.

Suddenly, her tears poured out, running down the corners of her lips, and a choked throat was about to rush to her throat, and she tried so hard to hold back that she let out a strange choking sound. She had to let go, and when she looked down, she saw that his shoulders were already soaked in bright red, and the edges were a little wet, and he was slowly fainting, and she knew that they were her tears.

At first, I was just depressed and angry in my heart, and I wanted to take a bite when I saw everything, but at that moment, the long-term doubts and depression in my heart rushed out like a tide, and there was an emotion that roared in my chest, and he didn't say a word, so that she had no outlet to vent, she indulged in her own surging, unconsciously getting harder and harder, and suddenly felt a salty taste in her mouth, she didn't stop, there was blood and snow flashing in her mind, there was the corpse of Sister Cui on the snowdrift, and the people in front of the palace were indifferent. There was him in white at the end of the palace road, and there was the dagger pulled out of his chest, stained with his blood and the black poisonous blood she spat out.

However, at this moment, calming down, clearing the fog, through the abnormal body temperature, she knew that the width of his shoulders was so familiar, the feeling of the collarbone touching his arm was so familiar, the skin of his neck was so familiar with his breath, and even the ups and downs of his body were so familiar. The only thing that seemed to be something was the hair, she tilted her head to sniff, but he let it go, and the black hair brushed her face, pouring water on half of the ground, and she slammed her chin on his back in hatred, and he didn't say a word. She grew more and more annoyed, opened her mouth and bit him on the shoulder.

People have a kind of thinking inertia, and the memories of people who are familiar to the past are easy and difficult to change, so she always remembers his body without heat, a light and cool breath, and always feels that it is him. Especially hot, she remembered his martial arts, it couldn't be too hot, and because of this, she doubted it countless times and overturned it countless times.

Jing Hengbo pressed on his back, and the feeling of his body under him seemed strange and familiar, and the outline was similar, but there was more temperature, and the temperature was very strange, hot and cold, and his breath had changed.

Just like at this moment, she was really caught like this, after a moment of surprise, but her heart was slightly happy, although this joy inevitably brought a little desolation and helplessness, but at this moment she was there, her skin was fragrant, her breath was moist, her soft hair fell on his shoulders, and her body was on her back, full and beautiful, trembling and leisurely, it was the softest cloud quilt.

I've always been close to her, and it seems that there are many opportunities, but it's actually a luxury every time. He was trying his best to avoid it, and he couldn't control his desires, and sometimes he felt that he was also contradictory, knowing that it was inappropriate to be so close, and he didn't want her to find out, and if she really had doubts, he had a little joy in his heart.

When he got to this point, he didn't want to say anything more.

After you and I tricked you into coming and going just now, both of them seemed to be tired, and they didn't speak for a while.

The two of them lay on the ground in such a strange position, and the moonlight was slanted and white, as if covered with a gentle and cool blanket.

She pressed him, but he pressed her hands, and it looked as if she was holding him tightly.

Jing Hengbo was pulled down by him, slammed into his back, and her hand was pressed under his chest, and she couldn't get up now.

He raised his hand and blocked her hand, she wanted to withdraw her hand, but he didn't let it, took advantage of the situation to hold her hand in the palm of her hand, she refused to give up, waved the other hand, he caught it accurately, wrapped her two hands, pulled it and pressed it under his chest, and didn't move.

As long as he didn't have a mask, she couldn't figure it out if she didn't believe it. It doesn't matter if you have a mask, it's torn layer by layer, and there is a kind of him wearing 10,000 layers!

He seemed to sigh softly, a tone that made her more and more annoyed, and rode on top of him, reaching out to touch his face.