Yi Jingheng touched his cheek, which was already a little swollen and tingling. A flash of resentment flashed in his eyes, fleeting, but only a moment later.

Yi Jingheng looked at Junbi through the moonlight, she was wearing thin clothes, only revealing a jade-white neck, and her little face was thin and pointy, which made her more and more pitiful. That scene reappeared in front of his eyes, and he felt that an evil fire was desperately rushing upward. He suddenly clamped Junbi's wrist and suppressed her despite her desperate struggle.

Jun Bi didn't know where the strength came from, and hit Yi Jingheng's head fiercely.

Yi Jingheng was knocked into a dizziness, and Junbi was no better. But she forced herself to calm down, grabbed the hairpin she had been holding tightly in her hand, didn't dare to be thirty-seven twenty-one, and stabbed at Yi Jingheng.

Yi Jingheng shook his head, finally sobered up, and was about to pull Junbi again, when he was caught off guard and stabbed over with a hairpin. He didn't have time to dodge, the hairpin was already in his chest. The sharp pain came along with the blood, and soon wet Yi Jingheng's chest on one side.

Junbi's forehead was swollen with a big bag, and her eyes were still empty, but Yi Jingheng clearly saw the unusually hideous ruthlessness from her face. She held the hairpin hard and stabbed Yi Jingheng's flesh inch by inch.

Yi Jingheng's face condensed, and he grabbed Junbi's neck and slowly tightened his palm. He commanded in a low voice, "Let go." ”

Jun Bi's complexion gradually turned red, the green tendons on her forehead burst out, and her face was almost distorted. But she still stubbornly pressed the hairpin, refusing to let go, until the warm blood soaked her palm.

"I can kill you right now." Yi Jingheng said, and the force in his hand continued to increase.

Junbi's face began to turn purple, and her throat was pinched so painfully that she was almost out of breath. She was speechless for a long time, only curled the corners of her mouth sarcastically. The smile on her face looked particularly weird, Yi Jingheng was slightly stunned when she saw it, and unconsciously relaxed her tightly held hand.

The emotions in Yi Jingheng's eyes changed instantly, and he suddenly let go of Junbi's neck and threw her the bed. The hairpin was also torn out, and blood splattered on the futon, scattering small blood flowers.

Junbi lay on the bed, gasping for air, panting and laughing, like a crazy woman who laughed heartbreakingly.

Yi Jingheng covered the wound on his chest, stared at Junbi deeply, and turned to leave.

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In the dungeon, Su Jingheng sat on a simple stone bed, his hands and feet were chained. He was covered with a circle of gauze on his forehead, and his whole body was scarred, but strangely, every wound was treated and medicated and bandaged. Only the bloodstained clothes on his body can show the tragic condition of the previous injury.

Yi Jingheng walked down the stone steps calmly and came to the prison door.

Su Jingheng was leaning on the stone wall and pretending to sleep, but when he heard the sound, he lazily lowered his eyelids. He had become much thinner, his cheeks slightly sunken, and the whites of his eyes were covered with red bloodshots, haggard and exhausted. However, he glanced at Yi Jingheng's eyes, still as contemptuous and disdainful as ever.

Su Jingheng's face was in the dim firelight, he was once the pride of the sky, but now he has become a prisoner, and he can only survive in this damp, dirty, rotten dungeon.

Su Jingheng's eyes fell on the palm print on Yi Jingheng's cheek, his eyes couldn't help narrowing slightly, and soon he also found the scar on Yi Jingheng's chest. So, Yi Jingheng saw a smile on his face, so familiar, almost the same as Junbi's smile.

Su Jingheng didn't speak, just looked at Yi Jingheng and smiled. It was clear that he didn't say anything, but it was as if he knew everything.

Yi Jingheng didn't understand why the two of them had been stepped into the dust by him, it was easier for him to kill them than to pinch an ant to death, but they could still put on such a lofty posture and still be able to ...... Look down on him.

Yi Jingheng felt the anger in his chest burning, he suppressed the roar that was almost blurted out, and said in a calm voice: "Another slash." ”

The attendant received instructions, opened the cell door, grabbed Su Jingheng's arm, skillfully tore the gauze, and took a sharp dagger to slash the wound that had not yet scabbed.

Blood gushed out, but Su Jingheng didn't even frown. There are many such wounds on his body, one more or less, it is not important to him. The important thing is that Yi Jingheng doesn't want him to die now, but wants him to live worse than death.

When Su Jingheng's blood had already soaked half of his sleeves, Yi Jingheng instructed the doctors who had been waiting for a long time to bandage his wounds.

"Little Seven." Yi Jingheng looked at Su Jingheng in the dungeon quietly, his eyes were gloomy, and he couldn't see his emotions, "I won't let you die so easily." He said, tugging at the corners of his mouth stiffly, revealing a strange light smile.

Su Jingheng raised his head slightly, his face turned pale because of the blood loss just now, he stretched out his hand and made a "please feel free" posture for a while. Even though this action consumed the rest of his physical strength, the sarcastic look on his face still did not diminish by half a point.

Yi Jingheng clutched the railing on the cell door tightly, "I will let you see your things with your own eyes, one by one, all belong to me." His usually calm voice was particularly eerie because of the madness of the moment.

"Don't you like her very much?" Yi Jingheng stroked the scars on his chest, "Then you just wait, I will let her die in front of you after giving birth to my child." Hearing this, Su Jingheng's expression finally changed slightly, but it was not hatred and anger, but pity. He stretched out his fingers, nodded Yi Jingheng's chest, and then nodded himself, his lips opened and closed weakly.

Yi Jingheng could distinguish the meaning conveyed by the lip shape, and what he wanted to say was: She, no, will.

"Really?" Yi Jingheng sneered, "It's a pity that she can't help it...... I can't help you. ”

After Yi Jingheng left, the cell door was locked again.

The doctor who took care of Su Jingheng's injuries dutifully came to deliver medicine to him on time. There were people around them who were watching closely, in case someone from Su Jingheng mixed in, or if he did something unpredictable.

As usual, the doctor took out a few pills from the medicine box, took a glass of water, and handed them to Su Jingheng together.

Just as Su Jingheng was about to take it, the attendant who was watching them suddenly shouted, "Wait! ”

Su Jingheng lowered his head and chuckled.

The doctor was a little puzzled, but he still stopped obediently, after all, he had followed Yi Jingheng for many years, and he knew very well the suspicious behavior of these attendants.

The attendant took the pill from the doctor's hand, crushed one and examined it carefully, and after confirming that there was no problem, he took another sip of the glass of water. When he had done a thorough examination, he said to the doctor, "Get another one." ”

The doctor glared at the attendant and reluctantly turned his head to get the medicine.

At the moment when the doctor took the medicine, the attendant's palm moved in the cuff, but the movement was so subtle that if he hadn't stared at his hand carefully, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

This time, the attendant took the medicine handed by the doctor and handed it to Su Jingheng to take.

After doing all this, the doctor followed the attendant out of the cell, and before leaving, the attendant specially instructed the guards outside to take care of Su Jingheng.

Su Jingheng continued to lean against the stone wall as usual, his head lowered, as if he had fallen asleep, but his lips moved slightly.