Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Tumbling Umbrella
In the middle of the night, a lone woman was blocked by a man at the door, and the man's intentions were revealed.
Lin Yinping is seriously injured and is now a really weak woman.
However, to Huang Kui's surprise, Lin Yinping was obviously already scared, but she still remained calm, she glanced at Huang Kui hatefully, and then slowly raised the Tongyou she had been holding in her hand.
Huang Kui laughed teasingly: "What are you going to do with this? Fight with me, or are you going to wipe your neck yourself?"
Lin Yinping didn't speak, the unwillingness in her eyes had turned into hatred, she was kind in nature, but it didn't mean that she was a good person, but in a sense, she was a person who loved and hated clearly. So in the face of this person who wants to ruin the rest of her life, she makes no secret of her hatred.
The smile on Huang Kui's face became heavier, and he gently moved his wrist, and the smile became hideous with the surging vitality on his body, and said, "Don't worry, even if you die, I will not give up the opportunity to kiss the princess." ”
Born in the grassland since childhood, more than ten years of fighting, this nephew of Huang Hanji has become tyrannical and twisted. Things that are difficult for ordinary people to accept seem so indifferent and light when they come out of his mouth.
He couldn't hold it back, so he decided not to talk nonsense with Lin Yinping anymore.
The corner of the door curtain slowly fell, completely blocking the tent and the outside world, and he took huge steps and walked towards Lin Yinping. With his footsteps, it seemed that the breath of the entire tent had become stagnant.
Lin Yinping held the dagger shape tightly with both hands, and stepped back step by step with Huang Kui's steps.
She felt that the other party's footsteps were like drumsticks beating on her heart, every step she took, her face turned pale, and when Huang Kui walked to a foot in front of Lin Yinping, Lin Yinping had no way to retreat, standing with his back against the wall, his face was as white as snow.
Huang Kui condescendingly looked down at Lin Yinping, who was leaning against the wall, and looked Lin Yinping up and down with the eyes of a hunter looking at his prey, and asked, "Can you still hold the knife?"
Lin Yinping bit his lip and turned his head away in disgust.
"Toast without eating and eating and drinking. ”
Huang Kui's face suddenly turned cold, and he said coldly: "Don't blame Lao Tzu for doing it himself." ”
With a pop, a slender knife edge appeared on Huang Kui's palm. Bright red blood trickled out and snaked down the edge of the palm toward the wrist.
Lin Yinping's face turned even paler, like a translucent piece of white paper, but the Tongyou in her hand had turned into a long knife.
She changed her usual gentleness, looked at Huang Kui and said fiercely: "Even if I die, I will pull you to be a cushion." ”
The blade is bloodthirsty, and once cut off the head of King Ming, but Huang Kui was not afraid, he didn't look at the knife, but looked at Lin Yinping and smiled weirdly: "The people who dare to hurt me haven't been able to live yet!"
The average person is afraid of killing, the cold person is indifferent to killing, and only a pervert will have a fond attitude towards killing.
Unfortunately, Huang Kui can just be regarded as a pervert, so after he was cut by Lin Yinping's palm at this moment, he was really angry, and he was so angry that he had already left His Royal Highness the princess behind, and now he just wanted to smash the woman in front of him into meat sauce.
He did the same, and a punch that was almost to the extreme roared out without any scruples, and countless vitality was wrapped in his fist, Huang Kui was obviously a martial arts cultivator.
Looking at this punch, Lin Yinping's pupils shrank, now she couldn't dodge this punch at all, she could only put up Tongyun in vain, blocking the fist's path.
An echoing sound of metal clashing sounded in the tent, and the long knife flew in response, piercing the tent and flying into the world outside the tent.
Lin Yinping held the knife in both wrists and felt a sharp pain, it was a heart-rending pain, and her wrist was broken.
But this was far from the end, after Huang Kui's fist knocked Lin Yinping's long knife away, it landed heavily on her lower abdomen.
The pain in her wrist was obscured by more intense pain, forcing her to bend down.
Bright red blood poured out of her mouth, fell on the precious carpet on the ground, and fell on her chest, and the contrast between white and red was particularly glaring.
At this moment, her eyes widened suddenly, and she fell weakly. The tent was covered with a thick carpet and did not make any sound.
Countless things flashed through her mind, and she vaguely remembered what her mother had told her when she was a child that people would remember their entire lives before they died, and then end them.
Is this going to die?
Lin Yinping's whole body was numb, and in a trance, he seemed to have become very light, as if he was about to float.
The woman's face was blank and she fell on the carpet, and the corners of her lips and chest were stained with scarlet blood, looking poignant and cruel.
......
Huang Hanji's face was red, and his hands trembled slightly as he picked up the wine jug and poured himself a drink. At this time, Mu Bai, who was sitting opposite him, was already drunk and lying unconscious on the desk.
"Immortals are drunk, immortals are drunk. ”
Huang Hanji picked up the wine glass in his hand with misty eyes, and said vaguely: "The immortals will get drunk even if they drink." ”
"Mu Bai, Mu Bai, the immortal drunk is specially prepared for cultivators, this pot of immortal drunk cost me a thousand taels of gold, and today it is all yours. ”
"If it happens well tonight, it's a happy wine. Hahaha......"
Of course, Huang Hanji didn't know that the happy event was about to become a funeral. After Huang Kui punched, the anger in his heart eased slightly, and after a while, he slowly stepped forward, looked at the poor woman who fell to the ground, looked at her pale cheeks, and frowned slightly: "Dead or not?"
Lin Yinping's consciousness had begun to blur, and he did not react to Huang Kui's words.
Huang Kui has followed Huang Hanji for many years, and he is not really reckless, but after he calmed down at this time, his heart slowly sank.
Originally, it was impossible for Lin Yinping's physique to be beaten to death by Huang Kui's punch, just because she had caused too much damage to her body by forcibly breaking through through the Secret Realm, and it was even much better than some ordinary people.
At this time, the fragments of memories in her mind had ended, and her consciousness had gradually become confused, one moment it was a candle in the cave room, sitting on the bed in a wedding dress waiting for the groom, and then she vaguely felt as if she had heard the call of her deceased parents.
"Don't pretend to be dead, my punch is measured, and it won't kill you, after all, you are also a cultivator......"
Suddenly, Huang Kui's voice stopped abruptly, because he found that Lin Yinping's pupils began to slowly widen, and Mu Ran's eyes gradually dilated.
Having killed many people, he knew that this was the performance of a dying man.
On the bed not far from her, a dark yellow oil-paper umbrella inexplicably rolled down from the soft collapse, and a faint breath diffused.
It was the mixed yuan umbrella left by Xiao Yu, and there was some of his breath on it.
And it was precisely at the moment when the Mixed Yuan umbrella rolled down that Xiao Yu's face suddenly turned pale.
Walking on frost, taking the meaning of frost and ice, is to step on frost and know that the cold winter is coming.
That is, what Xiao Yu said about the autumn wind before the cicada moves, and you can initially perceive some things related to yourself.
It's like when Autumn Leaves first entered the Eastern Capital, Monk Qiuyue mentioned Autumn Leaves to Qin Mumian in Autumn Terrace, and Autumn Leaves were noticed by Autumn Leaves.
At this moment, Xiao Yu had a very bad premonition, he didn't know what the premonition was, but he clearly felt that the premonition came from the direction of Huang Hanji.