Ji Wuxin was forced to look at him, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a smile that was more ugly than crying, "The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die." If the master wants to die without intention, can he wait and die without intention?"

"Then I will fulfill you!" Ji Zi'an's teeth were about to be crushed, and as he spoke, he threw Ji Wuxin out and fell straight on the low couch not far behind her.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and I don't know which position Ji Wuxin knocked on, so painful that she couldn't help but snort.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Zi'an's figure appeared in front of her, pressed her down on the couch, and sneered: "So you still know that it hurts?"

"Thanks to the master, I have no intention that it will hurt everywhere in my body. Ji Wuxin hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled miserably.

Master, master, master, what bullshit master! Since Ji Wuxin began to call him "Zi'an" from top to bottom, he has almost gotten used to hearing her call him like this. Today, I don't know what kind of madness this woman smokes, opening one master and closing one master, and this attitude of not being salty, not light, not humble and not arrogant, makes Ji Zi'an feel more and more harsh the more he listens, and his eyes seem to be about to burst into flames.

has snubbed this woman for nearly two months, and his restraint and forbearance have broken at this moment, and he has only one thought now - to destroy her, and by the way, to destroy himself!

Thinking so, he directly lowered his head and bit Ji Wuxin's lips, the words that came out of this mouth tonight made him very unhappy, only by biting her hard, he could feel that his teeth were no longer so itchy.

Who would have thought that Ji Wuxin was unusually cooperative, and let his tongue be sent into his mouth angrily. However, before he was entangled for a while, Ji Zi'an felt a pain on the tip of his tongue, and it was Ji Wuxin who bit his tongue mercilessly.

With this bite, Ji Wuxin was mentally prepared, ready to bear the man's anger one after another. But things were unexpected by her, Ji Zi'an just frowned, and then bit back.

The smell of blood between the lips and teeth of the two was full of blood, and on the surface it looked like an emotional and intense deep kiss, but in fact it was like two wild beasts were fighting.

What Ji Wuxin didn't see was that Ji Zi'an's hand on the back of her head had a faint light flickering, slowly entering her body along the back of her head.

After a long while, Ji Zi'an viciously pushed her away, came to the door of the house in a flash, closed the door with a "bang" and walked away.

Ji Wuxin lay on the couch in a daze for a while before she sat up with difficulty, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

The heart hurts, but the pain is not the same as before, as if there is an indescribable emotion accompanied by the kiss just now, to be exact, Ji Zi'an's blood flowed into her body, injecting a trace of life into her withering body.

"Zi'an, why do you bother, I just died like this, didn't I just weigh your heart. Ji Wuxin's eyes stared at the door and said in a sneering voice.

Ji Zi'an, who left the room, wiped a handful of blood from his mouth, and ran towards the room where the painting Allure and Cang Wunian were.

Seeing Ji Zi'an breaking in angrily, Cang Wunian and Hua Chengcheng couldn't help but be stunned.

However, when they saw his red and swollen lips with obvious tooth marks, the two couldn't help but want to laugh.

Ji Zi'an's face showed a rare look of embarrassment, but he still said calmly: "Allure girl, judging from your current situation, how long will it take you for your mana to recover?"

Hua Chengcheng thought for a while and replied: "At least four or five days, at most half a month." ”

Ji Zi'an nodded, "When you recover, I hope you will draw your heart for her immediately, and my request will remain the same." You can rest assured, she will be fine. ”

When Hua Chengcheng heard the first half of his words, his face sank slightly, and his heart was already unhappy. She couldn't figure out if Ji Zi'an had eaten the scales this time, and she was determined to ask Ji Wuxin to forget her feelings for him.

But when she heard Ji Zi'an say that Ji Wuxin would definitely be fine, her heart jumped for no reason, and she couldn't figure out what Ji Zi'an meant, and she didn't know if he really ran to solve Ji Wuxin's body.

"Brother Ji, since you want her to forget her feelings for you, why do you have to drive her away? Everyone has been together for so long, and there is no one at once, and I don't feel used to it when I think about it. Cang Wunian suddenly opened his mouth lightly.

Hua Chengcheng looked at him with some surprise. Cang Wunian's meaning is obviously to help Ji Wuxin stay by Ji Zi'an's side, he has long known that Ji Wuxin will not forget his feelings for Ji Zi'an no matter what, so to help Ji Wuxin speak, I am afraid that he has long guessed that Hua Chengcheng will not really let her forget, but that the two women want to cooperate to deceive Ji Zi'an.

Ji Zi'an smiled bitterly, and just wanted to ask when Cang Wunian had become so humane, but when the words came to his mouth, they turned into a fishy sweetness.

His face turned pale, and black lines raced across his cheeks and neck.

"What's wrong with you?" the painting was startled, and hurriedly tried to get up.

Ji Zi'an raised his hand to stop her and left the room.

As soon as he came to the hospital, he spurted out a large mouthful of black blood from his mouth with a "poof", and his heart hurt like a knife, so much so that he almost didn't dare to breathe.

The painting in the room was suspicious, and looked at Cang Wunian worriedly, "Brother Wunian, do you remember what he looks like? ”

Cang Wunian nodded, his expression was also a little puzzled, "I remember the last time I saw him like this, the explanation he gave was that he used the secret art of the witch clan to enable Ji Wuxin to perform the 'Phantom Dream' in a short period of time. But what was going on this time? Could it be that he used some secret technique?"

Hua Chengcheng shook his head, "I don't know, but it must have something to do with Ji Wuxin." Didn't he just say that Ji Wuxin would be fine?I guess he didn't solve the Gu for Ji Wuxin?But his situation obviously didn't look good. ”

"It's not good, but he should have a way to deal with it, didn't he solve it by himself last time? Even Ji Yan's predecessors sighed at his witchcraft, and I think none of us can help him. Cang Wunian frowned.

Cang Wunian's guess was not wrong, among them, including Ji Yan and his wife, there was indeed no one who could help Ji Zi'an. And Ji Zi'an's current problem, if he wants to solve it, it can indeed be no big problem.

But the problem is that, in the final analysis, he is still reluctant to kill Ji Wuxin.

Ever since Ji Wuxin had a heart and knew her feelings for Ji Zi'an, her body had already undergone changes that were beyond Ji Zi'an's control. To be precise, a little earlier, when he had to let the seal in Ji Wuxin's body collapse, everything was out of his control.

Now he did not hesitate to loosen the seal again for the sake of Ji Wuxin's continued vitality, only hoping that Painting Allure could recover his strength as soon as possible, and draw a complete heart for Ji Wuxin, so that her broken body could withstand the pain of being forcibly extracted from her memories - that's right, of course he knew that Painting Allure would never let Ji Wuxin forget his feelings. So he had already prepared a strategy, that is, even if he would be attacked and save up his bad karma, he would take away her memory.

No one but himself knew what he would pay for making this decision, and no one could understand why he had chosen to do it, including himself.

Wiping the black blood stains on the corners of his mouth, a self-deprecating smile appeared on Ji Zi'an's pale face - from now on, he will have to endure this pain like ten thousand ants devouring his heart every day, he thinks, he should adapt as soon as possible.

Holding his hands on his chest, he slowly walked back to the room of "Qinglong C", where the woman in the room was sitting at the table and enjoying the dinner he had brought back earlier.

Seeing Ji Zi'an come back, Ji Wuxin put down the chopsticks in his hand and wanted to get up, but he didn't move after all, but silently picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, and then stared at him quietly.

Ji Zi'an didn't speak, and the eyes that looked at Ji Wuxin lost the anger and ruthlessness he had when he left before, replaced by a trace of helplessness and melancholy.

After being silent for a long time, Ji Zi'an lowered his eyes and stopped looking at her, and slowly walked towards the low couch.

Just when he sat on the low couch, he suddenly felt that the light in front of him dimmed, and it was Ji Wuxin who came to him in a flash, and pushed him down on the couch without saying a word.

"Get out!" Ji Zi'an was now weak, and he could only grit his teeth and use a vicious tone to hide his weakness at this time.

Ji Wuxin ignored the anger he deliberately expressed, and instead leaned down, pressed his hands on his shoulders, and slowly lowered his head, constantly approaching his face, until the tips of their noses almost touched each other.

"Ji Wuxin, don't force me to do it to you. Ji Zi'an obviously didn't like this posture very much, how could he be a dignified seven-foot man, how could he be pressed under him by a woman so condescendingly, and this woman was still his puppet.

Who knew that Ji Wuxin just raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out the clove and gently swept it on his lips, and said in a voice that could only hear the breath: "Do it? How do you want to move? Move above or below?"

That's a good thing to say

Extremely ambiguous and presumptuous, even Ji Zi'an, who is a man, couldn't help frowning and scolded in a low voice: "I don't know shame!"

Ji Wuxin chuckled, raised a hand and poked into his shirt, gently drew circles on his chest, and exhaled like a lan: "I don't know shame, that's what you taught me." ”

Ji Zi'an snorted coldly, raised her hand with some difficulty and clasped the wrist of the hand she leaned into the placket, and said in a deep voice: "What, I remembered something, is it about to be revealed?"