She really didn't want to die, and felt that it was a good thing that anyone's life in this room was gone.

Han Yan was still on the ground, but Xue Ling had no scruples, only thinking that Shen Tuyi must be hard to support. The power that erupted in the face of death was really terrifying, and if the sword just hit him in the chest, it would definitely be a lack of skill.

Shen Tuyi obviously knew it, so he didn't let go of the severe pain. However, he was kicked by Xue Ling, and he no longer had the strength to hold the hilt. The knife fell to the ground and bounced slightly, with a slight trembling sound.

The aftermath continued, and Shen Tuyi had been forced to the wall about a foot away from the knife. Xue Ling was so fast, as soon as he saw Shen Tu Yi knife take off his hand, he calmly went straight to his throat. Shen Tuyi didn't have a blade in his hand, so he only dared to dodge and retreat.

It's a pity that he was too poor to Xue Ling, and he was kicked to the ground by Xue Ling in the blink of an eye with his bare hands. The victory and defeat have been divided, and Shen Tuyi saw that Xue Ling was making a fatal move, and felt that he probably couldn't get out today. I didn't bother to get up, lay on the ground and wait to die.

Angry and funny, if he had murderous intentions at the beginning, maybe it wasn't himself who was lying on the ground. But if you don't want to kill someone, it's not that there's still any friendship, just because you have to leave a living mouth to identify Song Cang. In this way, it is not a loss.

He was content to explain the reason for his defeat, and denied as much as he could that the real reason was that he couldn't slash a girl who had already been captured. Otherwise, the crippled can speak.

If you do a lot of evil, you will die and you deserve it, so that it is easier for people to think about it. Having good thoughts in your heart will end up worrying, which is really disheartening.

He waited for a long time, but he didn't see Xue Ling come forward, which was a little strange. After another pause, there was still no one, and he shrank his hand to try to get up, but in a blink of an eye, he was trampled on, and it was the injured one. So he lost his strength and continued to lie on the ground.

Seeing that he was honest, Xue Ling removed his shoes, slowly squatted down, and bent his knees and half-knelt on the ground. Pingyi moved to Shen Tuyi's wrist, looked at Shen Tuyi and said, "Who asked you to come"? At this time, there is no need to rush, anyway, Shen Tu Yi dares to get up, Xue Ling only needs a gesture of raising his hand to let him lie down forever.

Shen Tuyi didn't answer, his eyes didn't converge with Xue Ling, and he stared at the roof blankly.

This house should be some years old. The two subordinates are also very lazy, and I don't know how long the beams haven't been cleaned. The cobwebs were all over the place, and the lucky moth was in the middle of it, and the eight-legged insect rushed up quickly, and the spider silk in its mouth was round and round, like a skillful embroidery girl winding a spindle.

The so-called aftermath of the catastrophe is not a surprise, but a fear. Xue Ling's palpitations did not decrease in the slightest, but even worse than just now. Only the limbs were slightly softer, no longer so stiff, and the expression on his face was more soothing. She knew that Shen Tuyi would probably not answer, and she was not surprised to see such a reaction.

This person is really a bit difficult to deal with. Xue Ling went to take Shen Tuyi's right hand, moved it to a flat place, and took a serious look at the injury. There was still an error in the estimate, but she was right. The position of the peaceful stroke is the back of the hand, and the meridians of several fingers are damaged.

Shen Tuyi did not resist, and was still silent and fiddling with her. Xue Ling pressed his hand back to the ground and said, "If you don't say it, I can guess that there are only a few dogs on the left who know that I am going back to Beijing." ”

"The rest, it doesn't have much to do with you... Since you are following Su Yuanyu to do business, Su Jiru should have asked you to come. ”

"However, I said that night, I will repay your kindness one day."

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, and today is the most appropriate."

Xue Ling held Pingyi in front of him, looked at it, and then held his backhand and pressed it, Shen Tuyi's body shook suddenly, and he wanted to sit up, but he was forced back to the ground by Pingyi's neck.

He doesn't care about life and death, but the biological instinct is to seek advantages and avoid harm, and his heart is already humiliated, and he just wants to be freed. Even if you have a mess of meat, you have to hide in Tibet spontaneously, and you won't stop until the end without struggling. Even the little finger that had been cut off had to jump a few times before he could be born.

"Look, a piece of news, isn't it a good deal to buy a hand?"

Xue Ling's tone did not change, and what he said was sincere, as if it was really a very profitable business. In fact, she should pay attention to how Han Yan is. She just glanced out of the corner of her eye, and lay there with her eyes closed, still clutching a rag in her hand. Thinking that the two were fighting, Shen Tuyi only cared about dodging, and he didn't have time to care that there was still a person lying under his feet.

And Han Yan clung to it, tore his clothes alive, and tore off a piece. Although the summer cloth is thin and squeamish, not too strong, it also shows its strength. But Xue Ling couldn't wait to get to the bottom of Shen Tuyi, and he was afraid that things would be variable, so he couldn't take care of the life or death of an insignificant person.

She is no easier to know than Shen Tu, and she has always turned her back to Han Yan, which is just a trance glance, and she can't hear the despair and pain in Han Yan's words. And the four words of everyone are as good as they can have, and there are completely different interpretations in Xue Ling's eyes. She knew that Hanyan was a prostitute in Xianbei, so she only thought that she had rescued her.

If you save it once, you may not be able to save it once.

She thought that she didn't run away to save people, but it turned out that she wasn't.

Shen Tuyi still didn't answer, but the pain made his breathing a little shorter. Even if he tried his best to restrain himself, it was still difficult to maintain Fang Caiyun's calm and breezy appearance, and the pain of breaking his finger was far greater than a gap on the back of his hand. And he felt Xue Ling move his wrist again, as if he was swinging it flat.

It's a bit false to say that you don't panic.

Xue Ling removed the sword from Shen Tu Yi's neck and placed it upright on the side of his wrist, just enough for Shen Tu Yi to feel a little cold. "I have an old man..... Long time no see"

She paused for a long time, as if she was really trying to remember, and then continued: "He's fine...."

The warmth in the memory dispelled some anger, but it didn't calm Xue Ling down. When the sourness invaded the corners of her eyes, she felt that Shen Tuyi should die. So much so that the peace has begun to tilt, and the angle is getting smaller and smaller.

"He's fine.... He used to wield a heavy sword. ”

"Then I lost a hand.... It's still good. ”

Shen Tuyi's right hand was full of blood, which would be left along his arm, and his wrist was already sticky, only to see that Pingyi was already sticking to his skin, and he couldn't tell if it was broken.

"You were fine that night, why is it not good today"? Her hand went down a little more.

"What did Su Jiru tell you?"

Shen Tuyi still didn't answer, Xue Ling laughed, and then continued to adjust his calm and said, "I have already repaid your kindness." Although my old man was also very good later, he was not easy. ”

"I've been practicing left-handed kung fu for a few years, and it's still very bad."

"I don't particularly want to know what Su Jiru said, no matter what it is, but she is always reluctant to let me die."

Xue Ling stretched out his hand, pinched Shen Tuyi's chin, twisted his face, looked carefully at the scars on his face, and recalled the scene of the robbery of Song Cang that day. Looking at the trend of the sword, several tricks can be drawn, and I can't be sure how to draw it, and even pride is a little less fun.

"She doesn't want me to die, I guess, she probably wants you to die here."