In the dim light, Jiang Cheng'er couldn't see his eyes clearly, but she could feel his powerful aura, overwhelmingly pressing over, almost suffocating her.

And the strong smell of blood on his body, straight to her nose.

Jiang Cheng'er clenched her silver teeth, restraining the extreme fear in her heart, and she couldn't be scared to death if she was killed.

The man in black has deep internal strength, his eyes are like torches, and he has a full view of Jiang Cheng'er's demeanor.

I saw her chin slightly raised, her eyes were cold and stubborn, obviously scared to the extreme, but her face was not revealed. She doesn't cry, she doesn't beg for mercy, she is calm and calm, and her courage is a hundred times stronger than some people who know martial arts.

In fact, at this moment, at the moment of life and death, Jiang Cheng'er was also panicked and chaotic, she knew that the more panicked, the worse it was, and the more she cried, the easier it was to annoy the assassin. It doesn't work to beg for mercy from a cold-blooded killer, just keep a clear head, and maybe you can still figure out a way to seize the chance to live.

The man in black couldn't figure it out, how did she know that there was a fight in the bamboo house?

The man in black wondered even more, a weak woman who was powerless, when she learned that the owner of the house was in danger of life, she rushed over desperately to check his safety, what gave her the courage to put life and death aside?

All he knew was that she was stupid, so stupid that she couldn't be more stupid.

The man in black squinted, subconsciously put away his sword, opened his thin lips lightly, and spit out two words: "Fool." ”

Jiang Cheng'er's eyes widened suddenly, was the assassin laughing at her? How could she feel that there was a hint of reproach in this ridicule.

He's right, she's quite stupid, she rushed over to make a fuss, she couldn't fight, she couldn't run, she was purely here to die.

It seems that the mute beautiful man has been killed by the assassins, and if you miss him again, you have to go underground to find him.

This assassin's voice is very special, clear and clean, deep and deep, and the two completely different sound qualities are perfectly blended together, and there is a kind of magnetism that deceives people's hearts.

No, it should be demonic.

She is short of words, I don't know how to describe it, I just think it sounds very good.

The two short words, like a breeze blowing through the strings, rang in Jiang Cheng'er's ears, leaving an aftertaste that made her reminisce.

Jiang Cheng'er was voice-controlled, and couldn't help but praise: "Assassin, your voice is so good, the pearl falls on the jade plate, no, no, it's not enough!" It should be a bone erosion...... Before you kill me, talk to me a few more words, and I will die without regrets. ”

The Assassin was completely overwhelmed by her compliments, he rarely spoke, and anyone who heard his voice was killed, so no one ever complimented him on his good voice.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't spoken, so long that he thought he had really become mute. And today he was emotionally disturbed by this stupid woman, and he unconsciously opened his mouth.

He only felt that his throat was dry and hoarse, and his voice was unpleasant, but when it fell into her ears, she said it was good, and she made a whole word, where she praised him, it was clearly ridiculing him.

The little woman, dying is on the verge of death, and her little mouth can't stop talking.

The assassin's hand tightened, Jiang Cheng'er only felt that the vigorous murderous aura suddenly sprayed from the blade to her neck, and she shivered, it seemed that this time it was impossible to escape.

Jiang Cheng'er wrinkled her nose and took a deep breath, "Hero, why do you bother to embarrass my little woman, if you have to kill me, please let me enter the house and look at the mute beautiful man before I die." ”

"Do you care about him very much, but it's a pity that he's dead." The Assassin said coldly.

Jiang Cheng'er heard his voice again, this sentence was longer, and it made her more memorable, but his tone was too cold and ruthless.

Jiang Cheng'er pouted: "It's a pity, if you have a breath left, I can still give him artificial respiration." ”

When the Assassin heard this, he felt a chill all over his body. He secretly gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes, and suddenly withdrew his sword.

He dodged into the house and quickly lit the lamp.

Jiang Cheng'er then walked in cautiously, and slowly moved to the bedroom where the smell of blood was the strongest, only to see three corpses lying in it, their eyes rolling, or their necks, or chests, gurgling blood......

Jiang Cheng'er exclaimed in surprise, her legs were weak in fright, and she almost fell into a pool of blood.

Although she was mentally prepared, she was still shocked by the bloody scene in the house.

Jiang Cheng'er leaned against the wall to stand firm, turned around and fled in a panic, crashing headlong into the arms of the black-clothed assassin.

Jiang Cheng'er clung to him as if she was grasping a life-saving straw, her heart was filled with fear, and her body kept trembling like chaff.

The black-clad assassin stood stunned, he raised his hand, and slowly lowered it, but somehow, he didn't push away the woman who crashed into his arms.

Cold...... Cold......

Like a cold winter moon falling into an ice cellar naked, Jiang Cheng'er only felt cold to the bone, her teeth clicked and trembled, and she was like a cold bird cowering in the wind.

Touching the warmth of the man's body, Jiang Cheng'er greedily drilled into his arms and absorbed this warmth.

She was like an octopus, wrapping around him so hard that it seemed that only by burrowing into his clothes and embedded in his body could she resist the cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Jiang Cheng'er's arms wrapped around him tighter and tighter, and her soft delicate body pressed against his strong chest without any gaps.

As soft as a cloud, as delicate as nephrite, the strange sensation coming from his chest made the man's body stiffen, and his breathing became a little shorter.

"Cold ...... Hold me tight......" Jiang Cheng'er's voice was broken and blurred, like a pleading dream.

As if bewitched, the man raised his arms and gently wrapped his arms around her back.

The sense of solidity spread throughout his body little by little, Jiang Cheng'er took a few breaths, and the breath that spewed out was sprinkled on his neck, with a fine and broken ** feeling.

The man's breath was suffocating, his mind was blank for a moment, and after a moment, his heart beat faster and faster, and his arms tightened unconsciously.

The fragrance on Jiang Cheng'er's hair penetrated into his nose in wisps, diluting the smell of blood all over the room.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid ......," Jiang Cheng'er murmured unconsciously.

The dark waves of the man's deep eyes surged, and he suddenly bent down and hugged her.

Jiang Cheng'er's body suddenly rose into the air, which frightened her into a panic, and she snorted and hurriedly hugged his neck.

Jiang Cheng'er's coquettish voice sounded in the man's ears, and it seemed that an invisible streamer rushed into the man's heart, making his heartbeat miss half a beat.

The man tightened her grip into his arms, hugged her, and strode away from the bloody murder scene to the outside of the bamboo house.

Blown by the cool air, Jiang Cheng'er's confused mind slowly sobered up, and she didn't understand how she could be in his arms.

She twisted and struggled a few times to jump off.

The man's pupils shrank, and the heat at the bottom of his eyes became a little stronger, and he quickly put down the restless little woman in his arms.

Jiang Cheng'er's feet were weak, and as soon as she stepped on the ground, she almost fell crooked.

The man hurriedly reached out and helped her, but she coldly pushed her away.

"Huh...... How did I end up here...... Looks like I'm sleepwalking again. Jiang Cheng'er rubbed her eyes, looking confused.

The black-clothed assassin raised his eyebrows slightly, squinting at her carefully.

Jiang Cheng'er spread her arms, groped in the void, stumbled back, and disappeared into the night crookedly.

The black-clothed assassin gripped the hilt of his sword with his fingers, his eagle-sharp gaze fixed on Jiang Cheng'er's back, and he remained unmoved until she climbed from the fence wall into her yard.

Hearing the creaking sound of Jiang Cheng'er pulling the door of the house, he let go of his hand in frustration as if he had just woken up from a dream, and a layer of wet sweat was already oozing from his palm.

Jiang Cheng'er entered the house and closed the door, her extremely tense nerves suddenly relaxed, her feet were weak, and she held on to the door frame to support her body.

On the way home, her heart was pounding, and her back was tense like a bow with a string tightened, ready to watch for a sharp weapon that suddenly pierced her back.

She could feel the murderous aura on the man in black, and he wanted to kill her, because she saw something she shouldn't see.

As long as he raised his hand, she had no chance of surviving.

As a result, he didn't do it, and I don't know why.

In short, he didn't kill her, so he said that he had let her go and would not chase her again.

When Jiang Cheng'er was holding him, her clothes were stained with blood, and when she took off her clothes, she knew that her back was already soaked with cold sweat.

She poured hot water and took a shower, but she still felt a smell of blood on her body that could not be eliminated.

That bloody picture suddenly jumped out, Jiang Cheng'er's stomach churned, and she hurriedly ran into the snow outside, vomiting into the dark.

Jiang Cheng'er lay weakly on the kang, so sleepy that her upper and lower eyelids were fighting and still couldn't sleep, and the terrifying images kept looping in her mind.

She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt from beginning to end, but she still couldn't resist the overwhelming sense of fear, and the chill that seemed to come out of her bones.

I tossed for an unknown amount of time, and then I fell asleep in a daze.

She woke up to the shout of "sister", lifted her heavy eyelids, opened a slit, and the blinding light made her squint.

It was dawn, and what happened last night felt like a dream.

Tao'er's anxious voice echoed in Jiang Cheng'er's ears.

Jiang Cheng'er had a splitting headache, and struggled to raise her arm and touch her forehead, which was covered with a wet sweat towel.

"Sister, you're sick, and your forehead is hot." Tao'er cried, "I just told you that you didn't wake up, but it scared me." ”

"Orange, Orange, you're awake! Drink a bowl of ginger soup first. Liu came in with a bowl of hot ginger soup and a smile on his sad face.

Jiang Cheng'er struggled to sit up, her head was dizzy, and her eyes were black for a while.

Tao'er hurriedly helped her sister, and Liu's spoonful fed Jiang Cheng'er to drink ginger soup, which warmed her stomach.

After a long while, Jiang Cheng'er's dizziness eased a little, her body was as soft as a noodle, and she had no strength at all.

Tao'er helped her sister lie down and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for her sister.

"What time is it? Did she go to school? Jiang Cheng'er's voice was hoarse.

"It's time, sister, don't worry, I've already sent Ping'er to the school." Peach replied softly.

"It's so late, Ping'er, I'm sorry, I promised to take you to the academy this morning, but it was delayed.