Yes! Her martial arts are still taught by Bo Shuyan.

At that time, Bo Shuyan was just her dispensable little bodyguard, and the teacher who taught martial arts was a full-time teacher who taught her, but in order to stay with him for a while, she kept taking him with her.

She has been held in the palm of her hand by her father since she was a child, and she has grown up with a lot of pets, and she can endure the hardships of practicing, plus all her thoughts are on Bo Shuyan's body, and her natural learning is so-so.

Unexpectedly, Bo Shuyan practiced with the teacher seriously, and in the end she simply let Bo Shuyan learn and teach her when she went home.

At that time, she naively thought that as long as Bo Shuyan learned and protected her, it didn't matter if she would not.

Unexpectedly, they have come to the present step by step.

Jiang Ai hated herself so much, she brought Bo Shuyan back to the Jiang family, and she asked her father to take him into the group.

Unexpectedly, because she raised a wild wolf that eats people and does not spit out bones, the Jiang family turned around and ate the Jiang family cleanly.

imprisoned his father, designed to frame his brother in prison, and arrested himself all over the world.

But she didn't have any way, not even holding a knife against his neck, she couldn't kill him.

She glanced at her empty trembling hands, tears of remorse flowed out of her body wrapped in monstrous hatred, and all the nerves that were already tense in her body were broken.

She hated it so much that she looked at the knife he was holding in her hand, ran two steps faster, threw herself on the bed, and reached out to grab the knife.

Bo Shuyan only saw a flexible shadow pounce over, and just as he was about to react, the knife in his hand was held by a small hand that had been thin and white.

She held the blade of the clay, and blood gushed out like water.

"Maniac!" Bo Shuyan's already painful temples jumped hard, he held the handle of the knife with one hand, and wrenched her hand with the other, but she held the blade harder.

He could only let go of the hand holding the handle of the knife.

Jiang Ai took advantage of this gap, and the other one quickly grabbed the handle of the knife, raised the knife and stabbed it towards Bo Shuyan.

Bo Shuyan's body ducked, and the knife grazed his skin and stuck it on the bed.

Jiang Ai pulled out the knife and stabbed Bo Shuyan again, but his wrist was easily grabbed by the man's big hand.

She tried her best, but the knife didn't move, and she didn't think about it, she held her hand with a bloody hand and pressed it hard, but the man's other hand grabbed her wrist and ripped it away steadily.

The hand holding the knife was numb, the knife slipped down, she instinctively looked at him, but before she could see his face clearly, her whole body turned over, her center of gravity was empty, and she slammed on the bed.

Jiang Ai stretched out his feet and kicked them, but his two legs were easily suppressed by the man's long legs.

Bo Shuyan held her two wrists, and his tall and majestic body slowly approached her.

"If you have the ability, you will kill me!" Her face turned red, and even her beautiful eyes were filled with a heavy red, like a cultivator who had gone mad, "You killed me!" I won't let you go even if I become a ghost! I hate you! Hate you!! Hate you!! ”

She gasped for air, her body heaving violently, and her eyes staring at him deadly.

He had a handsome face dark, and his cold, sharp gaze was on her inch by inch, compared to hers, he was simply calm to the extreme, "Isn't it that you want to kill me?" ”

"Kill you!" She desperately controlled her chattering teeth, and said word by word: "Why should I pay for my life to kill you, who do you think you are?" ”

"Am I not the dead and alive Bo Shuyan you love." There was a sourness in his voice that he didn't even notice.

The love is hot, sometimes even he is a little moved, and always feels that he is her whole world.

But what about later?

His thoughts froze, and his body swelled with irrepressible anger.

Jiang Ai was mad at the ridicule and banter in his tone, and the whole person gasped for breath, his throat seemed to be filled with mercury, and he couldn't spit out a word.

Under her, she finally stopped, and Bo Shuyan looked at her hands that had been soaked in blood, red and dazzling.

He knew that she had been afraid of pain since she was a child, and a little wound would make her cry to death, and now ——。

His heart twitched, and he quickly let go of her wrist, left her body and got up, picked up the saber on the side and stood up.

The strength in his body was removed, his emotions slowly calmed down, and the pain gradually became clear.

She hates it! Hateful!

Hate yourself for being incompetent! Hate yourself for being cowardly!

It's her fault, it's all her fault! It's all her fault!!

It is probably all the grievances, helplessness and resentment that have accumulated this year that have burst out, like a dam that has opened the gates, out of control, and can only let yourself indulge in it.

She wanted to move, but the whole person seemed to be poured with cement from head to toe, weighing thousands of pounds, and she didn't even have the strength to move her fingers.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe, her thoughts were drifting farther and farther away, and the man in front of her was only a vague outline, but she was still staring at it, eager to cut him with her eyes to make up for the mistakes she had made over the years.

Suddenly, darkness struck, and her eyelids sank and she lost consciousness.

There was no medicine box in the bedroom, and when Bo Shuyan took the medicine box from the study and walked into the bedroom, there was only a pool of blood left on the light-colored sheets, and the bed was empty.

Bo Shuyan showed a hint of anxiety on his face, he looked up, the glass door of the balcony was open, and a slender and thin figure was climbing up the railing.

Jiang Ai noticed Bo Shuyan's footsteps, and when he turned around, he saw the man walking over with a menacing attitude.

She looked at the pitch-black open space downstairs, and with a ruthless heart, she jumped over the railing and jumped down, but her arm was tightly held by a big hot hand.

Jiang Ai raised her head and crashed into Bo Shuyan's blue eyes as deep as the universe, wanting to break free, but the hand seemed to be fixed on her body, and she couldn't shake it off no matter how she struggled.

Her body hung in the air, her short black hair fluttered messily, her black leather coat and leather pants blended into the night, and the whole person was like a butterfly that would be cut by the wind at any time.

Bo Shuyan pulled up hard, and the strong arm of the other hand wrapped around her waist, like lifting a kitten and a puppy, and easily lifted her up.

The cold winter wind whistled by, and he looked at her cheeks that were red from cold, angry and distressed, and carried her into the room.

After a moment of dizziness, her body fell the couch, and she didn't even bother to react to the sudden warmth, and her arms were tightly clamped by the man's big hands.

"You're in such a hurry to find death?"

His handsome face was gloomy and dripping with ink, his eyes rolled with thick anger, and his deep voice pressed heavily into her mind.

"You're not happy when I'm dead?" A smile appeared on her cold face, and her originally black eyes faintly glowed with amber, "Didn't you keep me looking for me?" Could it be that you didn't find me to kill me? ”

Her tone was very relaxed, and her beautiful eyes were empty, just like the angry look she had just faced.

Probably because her attitude before and after was too different, Bo Shuyan's eyes narrowed, like the gaze of a detector carefully scanning her face.

His gaze was full of oppression, Jiang Ai was not afraid to meet him, and the corners of his slender eyes were slightly upturned, "What do you mean by this?" Thinking about how to kill me? ”