The East Street outside Bianmen is very lively, and even at night it is often full of people.

Outside this street, there are the most lively tiles and green buildings, as well as restaurants and very special food. Every night falls, it is the beginning of people from all walks of life pouring in and laughing.

In the past, Fan Jiuniang was also one of them, but today she rarely went out.

On the contrary, it was also strictly ordered that several dancing girls raised in the outer house were not allowed to approach, even the most favored snake-waisted girl was no exception.

Just as the dancers were speculating about the reason, Fan Jiuniang was giving a death order in the study: "...... Go again tomorrow morning, you know what to do. If there is another accident, don't blame someone for not being emotional. ”

"The villain understands, the villain understands."

"Remember, you have to die before the surname Ding. It doesn't matter what you do, but you have to leave enough traces. Since you can't even take your life, it must not be difficult to grab or bite him, right? Well? ”

"Yes, yes, the villain will do it tomorrow."

Waving his hand to let everyone retreat, Fan Jiuniang hummed a little song and turned back to the bedroom: "Hmph, it's just a barbarian, and I want to resist a certain family." Tomorrow will let you know who is counting outside this gate. ”

Today, Fan Jiuniang's mood is very good, and her fighting spirit is even stronger. After a series of battles with the dancing girl at home, he finally fell asleep groggily.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I felt that something was wrong, and it became very difficult to breathe.

When I opened my eyes suddenly, I realized that I had a soaked handkerchief on top of my mouth and nose.

It was this handkerchief that kept him breathless, and he couldn't say that he could easily pick it off, and it took a few breaths in a row to get back to normal: "Damn bastard!" ”

He thought that the veil was supposed to be the Maihime's belongings, and accidentally landed on his face.

It's strange to say, in the past, when he yelled, these dancing girls around him would wake up and serve even if they slept soundly. But today I don't know what's going on, and there's no movement at all.

Could it be that the previous battle was a bit tragic that these dancers were too tired?

But no matter what the reason was, Fan Jiuniang's face quickly became gloomy.

He woke up, and a few dancers around him were still asleep. It seems that it is really a bit indulgent temperament, if you don't teach them a good lesson, who still remembers it?

But just as he waved his hand and was about to give a harsh lesson to the sleeping Maiji beside him, another soaked handkerchief fell on his face, and it happened to cover his mouth and nose.

"Hmm......" Fan Jiuniang didn't catch her breath, and almost lost her breath.

In the dark, she couldn't see the surrounding situation clearly, but no matter how stupid Fan Jiuniang was, she understood that there were other people in the room.

didn't care about removing the handkerchief on her face, Fan Jiuniang had already turned over and rolled back, and she had to dodge the position from the side first.

But before he could turn over, a long steel knife with a cold light was already across his neck.

The cold sharpness and death aura that came from him instantly made his hair stand on end, and he didn't dare to move again: "A good man spares his life!" ”

It's a pity that because there is still a soaked handkerchief between the mouth and nose, the voice is a little out of tune. But Fan Jiuniang didn't bother to take away the handkerchief, and only fear was left in her heart.

Before he could continue to beg for mercy, he suddenly felt the long knife in his throat disappear in an instant. Then there was a heavy blow to the back of the head, which seemed to be smashed with the back of a knife. There was a sharp pain, and the person was already unconscious.

I don't know how long it has been, Fan Jiuniang was poured with a burst of cold water on her face, and gradually came to her senses.

According to the bursts of pain in the back of the head, it should have been not long since I was hit.

This time, he finally saw clearly, there was a dark shadow standing in front of him, and his specific appearance and figure were not clear. Due to the unreasonable combination of diets, most people in ancient times had night blindness.

I wanted to move, but I was frightened and now my hands were locked together without knowing what was going on.

It feels like two small steel rings, which are extremely tight. He stuck it on his wrist and locked his hands behind his back. If you want to move, you only have the pain of drilling your heart, but you can't move.

"A good man spares my life, and if you want anything, you can take it. Although a certain family does not have a lot of wealth, it is a person who loves to make friends. Today should be fate, money ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was covered with another soaked handkerchief on his face, blocking his mouth and nose.

Before he could struggle, another soaked handkerchief was stacked on top of him, but the black shadow on the other side didn't say a word, just kept covering his face with a soaked handkerchief.

In a few moments, seven or eight handkerchiefs were stacked on top of each other to cover his mouth and nose.

I could barely speak, but now there is only the sound of "hmm". The moisture from his mouth and nose was getting heavier and heavier, and it was becoming more and more difficult for him to breathe.

But the black shadow still seemed to be not satisfied with the status quo, and kept covering his face with a soaked handkerchief.

Fan Jiuniang struggled left and right, shaking her head desperately, and even twisting her body. I didn't care about the flesh and blood of the wrists trapped behind my back being strangled by the small steel rings, but I couldn't stretch my hands in front of me.

As for the feet, they can't move at all.

I don't know what kind of rope it is, but it turned out to be like steel pulled into a finger-thick silk thread, binding his legs and feet and firmly fixing them together. Except for twisting left and right, he couldn't move.

But the point was that no matter how much he struggled, the soaked handkerchief would surely land on his mouth and nose accurately.

As her breathing became shorter and shorter, Fan Jiuniang's face had turned purple.

Seeing that the two eyeballs kept rolling white, the wider they opened, the more difficult it was to open their mouths. The pain between the chest and lungs was almost indescribable.

Fan Jiuniang tasted such a taste for the first time in her life, and she really wanted to take a knife to him now.

It might be okay to die early, and you don't have to taste this terrible taste again.

Anyway, he had already deeply felt that the black and white impermanence was approaching him, and perhaps the next moment there would be a bull-headed horse pulling an iron chain to lock his soul away.

At the last moment, Fan Jiuniang's mind flashed through countless pasts.

Including from birth to growing up, the faces of parents and relatives also flashed in front of me one by one. There are countless things he has done, and many bitter masters. Some pleaded in front of him, and others kept insulting.

At this moment, all turned into all kinds of cruel smiles, as if they were close to each other, and they were about to pounce on them one by one.

The inside of her throat was dry, and she couldn't breathe any fresh air anymore, and Fan Jiuniang couldn't tell the taste of pain.

He just stretched out his tongue and opened his mouth, trying to get as much fresh breath as possible.

The whole body stiffened in an instant, and only a dry cough remained in his throat and eyes, and he was hoarse to the point that it was not like a human being could come out.

Is this what death tastes like? Am I going to die? Who exactly is this dark shadow? Why did he want me to die? If you have the next life, you must be a good person!

All kinds of thoughts came to her heart, and Fan Jiuniang's eyes finally darkened, and her chest was almost dry.

The next moment, endless darkness was surging towards him like a tide, and Fan Jiuniang felt that all the strength in her body was drained.

When she woke up again, Fan Jiuniang felt the cold water on her face.

The dark shadow in front of him was still in place, and the handkerchief on his face was gone.

For the first time, Fan Jiuniang felt that it was so beautiful to be able to breathe air, and it was simply the happiest thing in her life.

He inhaled so hard that he didn't bother to say a word. The sharp pain in his wrists and ankles was not taken to his heart at all. Just want to be able to breathe a breath of fresh air, even if you die the next moment, it's worth it.

It's a pity that it didn't take long to breathe in the fresh air, Fan Jiuniang still felt a burst of boredom and nausea in his chest, and a soaked handkerchief fell on his face impartially again, just covering his mouth and nose.

"Ah...... Hero, no, no, no, grandpa spares his life! Grandpa spares his life! Whatever you ask, just ask Grandpa to just ask. The villain didn't dare to complain, don't give the villain a wet veil again. ”

It's a pity that the black shadow didn't pay attention to his pleas for mercy at all, even if Fan Jiuniang soon gave the other party another seniority.

After a while, the black shadow in front of him almost became the ancestor of the Fan family, and the seniority rose in a straight line. And Fan Jiuniang made all kinds of conditions, and said everything he could think of.

It's a pity that the soaked handkerchief still fell on his face one by one like just now, covering his mouth and nose.

After what happened just now, Fan Jiuniang probably guessed that the person who came didn't want to kill him. Otherwise, why bother so much work for his life?

But this suffocating taste was too painful, and Fan Jiuniang really didn't want to taste it again.

To be honest, it's a hundred times worse than dying once.

I'd rather someone give him a knife, even if it is to chop off his head, it will be a big scar. No matter how painful it was, he couldn't feel it. Death is dead, what are you afraid of?

But now it makes him feel the taste of death, and he clearly understands what the end will be, but there is no way to resist at all.

There is no way to recover from the trauma caused, both physically and psychologically.

After a while, as the wet cloth was covered one after another, Fan Jiuniang slowly fell into a state of shock again.

But it didn't take long for a burst of cold water to pour on his face again, Fan Jiuniang opened her eyes again and saw a black shadow standing in front of her.

Now Fan Jiuniang has long been soaked with cold sweat, and she has no strength on her body, and her chest hurts to the extreme. Even when I breathe heavily, I feel weak.

I wanted to speak and beg for mercy, but now I can't say half a word.

After a long time of delay, I can finally barely spit out a word: "Ask for ......"

Unfortunately, as soon as he said a word, he was covered by a soaked handkerchief that fell on his face.

At this time, Fan Jiuniang was very simple, rolled her eyes directly, and fainted again.

"Hey, what a useless thing!"

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