Wei Ye was like being struck by lightning, his heart was surging, and his hands were like lightning to pinch the neck of the person in front of him. He was tense, his eyes sharp, and he pressed heavily on the girl in front of him.

What does Zhao Lian mean, didn't he save Uncle Zhao's daughter?

This living little lady said that she was not Uncle Zhao's daughter, and he didn't believe that Uncle Zhao would not recognize his own flesh and blood.

It's all weird. What did he get back to life, was it an accident, or was there another reason. Who is this, a spirit, a female ghost who borrows corpses to resurrect souls?

Wei Ye tightened the strength in his hand, what he had always insisted on, what he had always believed, the world of patching was about to be shattered. "Who are you? Which lonely ghost is it? Or is it a goblin change? What do you want to do when you stay in the Zhao family? Where are you from, why are you pretending to be the daughter of the Zhao family. ”

Wei Ye was like a wild beast, with red eyes, as if he wanted to eat people. His hands swayed around his thin neck.

Too late to wake up, too late to regret, the fear of death enveloped her. My throat was compressed, I wanted to vomit, I couldn't breathe, my whole body was weak and I couldn't speak, and I couldn't say anything to beg for mercy.

She's going to die. In her consciousness, she finally knew how stupid she was.

She's really going to die, and she hasn't been here for a long time, is this going to die?

Sure enough, novels are all deceitful, and ancient times are not fun at all.

It hurts.

Tears fell, rolled across his face, and fell on the back of Wei Ye's hand, warm, string after string. Wei Ye couldn't help but let go of his hand, and the little lady fell to the side softly.

He squatted aside, at a loss for a while, his heart rose with inexplicable emotions, rising uncomfortably, and gradually it seemed to harden into a sharp stone, which made him hurt.

He touched his heart, and the sudden pain tormented him here, what was wrong with him? He thought about his father's unexpected death, whether it was a ghost, or a witchcraft, or if the day was manipulating him.

He's not reconciled. How could he be distracted by something ethereal. But she couldn't die, he wanted to see what it was.

Wei Ye was stunned in place for a long time before he cautiously probed his snort with his hand, confirmed that he had just fainted, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Wei Ye looked at the little girl, rummaged all over, and found nothing unusual. After careful consideration, the hand gently passed through the little girl's back, held it in her arms, and picked it up steadily, holding her hand under the thin neck while walking, paying attention to her vigilantly.

He didn't go back to Zhao's house, and he couldn't let her go back to Uncle Zhao until he figured it out.

In Juying Garden, Wang Duan was very surprised when he saw his friend hugging a little lady recently. Take a closer look, it was the little lady who was in a coma that day, what happened? In the blue sky and white days, Wei Ye is inevitably too inconsiderate of other people's little ladies, so that people can see how good Ken is.

Wei Ye didn't care about him, and walked to the bed in his room to put down people.

Wang Duan asked worriedly, "What's the matter?" ”

Wei Ye shook his head, but just asked him to help invite the doctor.

The doctor who came was an old man, and when he saw that he was in a coma and a little girl, he instantly looked at the two of them with disdain. Alas, where did the girl from the academy come from, and where did the little lady of the family be robbed, why didn't you close these bastards. How can the world know that Master Wang is also this character, and he really knows people and faces, but he doesn't know his heart.

It's a pity that he is old and weak.

After checking the pulse, the old doctor said in a strange manner: "Fainting caused by excessive fright, and a good rest for a few days for a back injury, it will not be in the way." I prescribed some medicine to calm the nerves and rub the outside, and I will be fine after using it. ”

"What else did you find weird?" Wei Ye asked with a faint hint of hope.

The old doctor was not pleased, did not believe him, and asked him to do something.

"That's it, nothing else."

The old doctor stole the silver, snorted secretly, left a pile of medicine, and left.

Wang Duan's face was not good, this was what kind of person he was thinking of. This friend of the partiality really dared to do such a thing, his reputation would be ruined by Wei Ye sooner or later, so he went out to see the doctor and asked him to keep his mouth shut, but he got another blank eye.

Wei Ye's eyes looked straight at the unconscious little lady, and his expression was solemn like the day he was about to kill the domestic servant.

Wang Duan returned to the door, and he also sighed in his heart, what was the big deal. Just as he was about to ask, Wei Ye happened to block him at this time: "Zhengji, please help me decoction a pair of medicines." ”

The friend refused to explain, and Wang Duan swallowed a thousand words in his throat, and left with the medicine bag.

The house was very quiet, Wei Ye looked at the little lady's face over and over again, and smoothed out what happened after his rework over and over again.

The slave was killed, the family property was still there, Zhao Lian was not lost, and the pepper was still in his hands. There are only two accidents in these, father and Zhao Lian.

Zhao Lian, Zhao Lian.

In the dimly lit room, the man's gaze is like a knife, entangled with the girl on the couch, like a cocoon.

The man slowly stretched out his hand to do something, but seemed to be struggling again.

At last he locked the door and climbed to the bed, holding the dagger in one hand and clumsily unbuttoning his shirt with the other. The face is solemn, without any frivolity, just like doing academic research, dissecting a herb, and the bottom of the eyes is the calm and indifference of the scholar's research.

Zhao Lian, who was in a daze, was woken up, and when she opened her eyes, her eyes were facing each other, something cold against her neck, and her chest was cold, Zhao Lian was frightened and shouted: "Ahh

The pain made Zhao Lian gasp, and she shouted hoarsely, "Ah, it hurts." ”

The pain in her neck finally made her understand her current situation, and the knife was on her neck, not daring to let her move again. The round eyes above the line of sight stared at her vigilantly, it was not a human look, as if she only had to move lightly, she would die.

The horror of death struck, her head was a mess, tears slipped down the corners of her eyes uncontrollably, she didn't dare to cry, and her body couldn't stop sobbing silently. I was afraid that my undulating body would touch the knife edge, so I had to pinch my thighs with both hands.

An indifferent voice rang out in the quiet room, "You're awake." ”

He woke up before he could look at it. But it's better to wake up.

"What are you, are you human? Be honest and honest about your affairs. His blade pressed against his neck again, and a red thread appeared. The color of blood irritated his eyes, and he was a little satisfied, well, she would bleed too.

Zhao Lian was shocked and frightened, crying and trembling, and did not dare to speak.

"Speak. Otherwise......"

Wei Ye's voice was like ice slag, freezing Zhao Lian's chills.

She didn't dare to resist, she didn't dare to bargain, and hurriedly replied, "It's a person, I'm a person." ”

"And then?"

"I'm not Daddy Zhao's daughter, hiss, pain." How can she say that she will be stabbed, what is she going to do, Zhao Lian felt desperate in her heart.

Wei Ye's hand trembled uncontrollably, although he had already prepared, he couldn't help but be frightened, his scalp tingled, and there was a kind of excitement in his blood boiling.

He knew to ask a key question: "Why didn't Uncle Zhao see through you?" ”

"I, my body is not mine, yes, it is Zhao Lian's."

"Hmm~" Obviously, he was not satisfied with the answer, and the knife slashed Zhao Lian again.

Although it was not an unbearable pain, in the face of the fear of death, her nerves were highly tense, and she collapsed instantly.

"I don't know, I don't know why he believes me, I don't know what I became Zhao Lian, I woke up and lay on the bed of the Zhao family, I don't know anything. I'm not a monster, I didn't kill anyone, woo woo ~ woo woo. ”

Wei Ye quickly took the knife to avoid the little lady who was shaking in excitement, she collapsed, and the demon did not let her go because of this, because the demon himself was on the verge of madness.

If he doesn't figure it out, what else does this world mean, a world where he can't tell the truth from the false, it's a demon, and he doesn't want it anymore.

What happened to him, what happened to Zhao's father, always made him wonder if there was a god in heaven and earth who was controlling them. Because he was a heretic, the ethereal thing warned him not to try to escape his fate.

But he didn't understand why it was his father who had the accident, and died because he wanted to save it? Zhao Lian, because he wanted to save it, he simply got this thing that was not a human being but a ghost.

If there was a god, would they have laughed as if he was a clown?

He looked up at the sky through the eaves, there was no fluctuation, no snooping eyes, only a plain white tent.

If there is no God, if there is a god in the world, why not just kill him, why torture him.

All the fog will eventually fade, and all the confusion will be solved, and he will come by himself.

"Don't be excited, if you make it clear, I'll let you go."

The soft voice was eerie, and it teased Zhao Lian's fragile nerves more and more.

"I, I've said it all, I've said it all, nothing else. I haven't done anything for half a year, I'm just an ordinary person. ”

After the tense nerve in Zhao Lian's brain was broken, she couldn't take care of anything, and cried and grabbed the ground.

Wei Ye frowned, so pitiful and fragile, it was impossible for God to be so stupid and send such a thing to deal with him, his confidence was a little stronger.

"Don't make a fuss, I'll kill you again. I'll ask you to answer, answer and let you go, I'll talk about it. "Zhao Lian only heard the three words of slaughtering you, and she choked with fright, and her coughing intestines were about to come out.

Another point, Wei Ye reluctantly put down the knife, supported her with one hand and leaned on the couch, smoothing her out.

Angry, Wei Ye's tone of asking questions was much gentler, for fear that before he could do anything, she would die first.

"Where are you from?"

"Chinese." Zhao Lian didn't feel any tenderness, and still replied with a sob.

Wei Ye's eyes were surprised. Interracial. But as far as he knows, there is no country called China here, and Daqi has another name called this.

"Where is China?"

"Not here, probably not in this world?"

"Approximately?"

"I don't know the world, I haven't had time to understand the world yet."

"How to go, how did you get here."

"I don't know."

"You're kidding me."

"No, no, I don't. I've only been here for half a year, and I've been in this body since I woke up, and I haven't been out for half a year, so I don't dare to ask anyone, so I don't know what kind of place this is. Zhao Lian repeatedly denied the explanation.

"Go ahead and talk about your country."

"We're there, we're at least a thousand years ahead of here. We have a long history, a large country, and strong strength. ”

"How does it compare to Daqi."

"Stronger than Daqi."

"Be specific."

"The vast majority of countries there can easily wipe out the Great Qi, and China ranks in the top few."

After Zhao Lian replied tremblingly, the air suddenly became quiet. Just the rapid breathing showed that the person next to him was fluctuating violently.

She swallowed quietly, and the atmosphere of only the sound of breathing made her feel even more terrifying, because the eve of a storm was always quiet. She couldn't guess if the devil would believe what she said, whether he would kill her. She was motionless, her neck aching.

Why hasn't there been any movement, but she doesn't dare to turn her head to look. After a long time, she was cautious and slightly tilted her neck, but she didn't dare to move too much, but she didn't let her neck stick to the knife edge, and the person around her neck still didn't move.

The time of waiting for the results was extremely difficult, Zhao Lian felt like a century long, and every moment her mind would think of all kinds of different tortures, Ling Chi, beheading, peeling, and cannon branding......

Tears fell from his eyes, which had become astringent.

It's only been half a year, and she's going to die at the hands of this man.

"Tohashi, the medicine is here." Wang Duan knocked on the door with a bowl of medicine, breaking the atmosphere.