Chu Zhixia let go of his hand, and Wang Xianfu, who was foaming at the mouth, sat down to the ground along the wall, his eyes were dilated, and he gradually lost his breath. The palm print eunuch who called for wind and rain in the past died so undignified, there was neither the sky falling nor the chaos, and what collapsed there was just a lump of fat that had lost its temperature.

Pei Zhang stood outside the door and watched quietly, not Wang Xianfu, but Chu Zhixia.

Chu Zhixia was terrifyingly calm, without the slightest fear or uneasiness, as if he was accustomed to it.

"Miss Chu is really not an ordinary boudoir woman." Pei Zhang sighed, he completely realized that Chu Zhixia was not something he could afford to provoke.

"Pei Gongzi praised it falsely," Chu Zhixia wiped his hands lightly, "Our daughter in the clouds has always been like this. ”

The four states of northern China have been harassed by Beidi for many years, and it is good that people can live, who cares how you live. It is because there have always been more heroines in the north of the country, and the Chu family is also a female general. The women of the north are not informal, and they are fierce and straightforward.

Pei Zhang had only heard about it in the past, but now that he can see it, he knows that what he said is true.

"Let's go, there's still someone waiting at home." Chu Zhixia said.

——

Qunyufang, Dianqiu Pavilion.

Dianqiu Pavilion is known for its exotic dancing girls, and it is said that every dancing girl wearing a light veil for a whirlwind dance has a thin waist and a glass of wine on her buttocks. A lotus-shaped high platform was built on the main hall of the Dianqiu Pavilion, and red flowers were thrown from top to bottom every night, and the dancing queen danced on the lotus platform.

Tonight's rain is urgent, and the autumn pavilion is even more warm.

A black shadow suddenly rolled down from the private room on the third floor, and smashed into the middle of the lotus platform, splashing a bloody color.

Mai Ji screamed in fright, and jumped off the lotus platform with a rolling belt.

The man was dressed in a black robe, and the wound on his throat almost pierced half of his neck, deep into the bones. He couldn't tell the difference between men and women at all, only a hideous silver mask was clasped around his face.

When the shopkeeper came back to his senses and rushed to check, the door of the box on the third floor was wide open, and the ground was covered with blood. There were several corpses lying in the room, some nailed to the wall with slender blades, some through the chest, and some with their necks twisted softly at strange angles.

And these people, without exception, all wore silver ghost masks.

The shopkeeper shuddered and looked at the bloody footprints on the windowsill that were wet and blurred by the cold rain—the last man to survive had run out of here.

——

Officials carrying lanterns gathered from all directions, and the voices of people were boiling, asking each other if they had found any traces of the gangsters.

The sunken boat walked like a cat in the dark alley, silent under his feet, and the torrential rain washed away his bleeding wounds. Shen Zhou calmly squatted in the shadow of the corner, waiting for the gap between the two groups of officials to pass by mistake and break away from this big net.

Shen Zhou climbed into the Akiba Mountain Residence from a secluded place, and the alarmed guards saw that it was him, so they didn't ask any more questions.

"Childe, your hurt ......"

"Is the eldest lady back?" Shen Zhou asked, covering his wound.

"I came back before dinner."

"Don't tell her." After Shen Zhou finished speaking, he turned around and went back to his room.

There was no one in the courtyard of the sinking boat, and naturally no one held the lamp for him.

Shen Zhou closed the door with his backhand when he entered the door, and sat down on the ground against the door.

He began to faint in front of his eyes, and this also depends on the residual poison of his burning heart - poison is restrained, there is no more ruthless poison in this world than burning heart, it is the Nine Shadows assassin is invincible, only subject to burning heart.

Shen Zhou allowed the wound to be washed away by the heavy rain, which greatly reduced the medicinal properties, so that he did not lose consciousness. He was in terrible pain, and there was almost a buzz in his ears. He struggled to pull out a pill and put it between his lips, only to regain his near-lost sense of sight, hearing, and taste.

Those people's knives were not quenched with poison, but with medicine that induced heartburning.

Shen Zhou's breathing and heartbeat gradually stabilized, and his nerves tightened again—there was more than one heartbeat in this room.

Just a moment before he drew his sword, there was a little light in the room.

Chu Zhixia blew up the fire fold with an expressionless face and lit the lamp.

Shen Zhou was a little nervous, nervous that he had never felt when he drew his sword and died in Dianqiu Pavilion and the Nine Shadows Assassin.

Chu Zhixia walked up to him with the lamp and looked down at him, "What did you do?" ”

Shen Zhou's throat rolled, but he didn't speak.

Chu Zhixia was angry and distressed, his body trembled slightly, and he reached out to pull Shen Zhou's chin, making him face his gaze, "I've been waiting for you here for two hours, where have you been and what have you done?" I told you to stay at home and not go anywhere, why didn't you obey? ”

"I'm sorry." Shen Zhou blurted out.

"I'm sorry isn't a panacea," Chu Zhixia gritted his teeth, "Why apologize?" ”

"I killed someone."

Shen Zhou whispered, "It's the assassins of the Nine Shadows, they're coming for me." I don't want to tell you, anyway, I can find them, I will kill as many as I come, kill them until they dare not come, kill them until they dare not find them. ”

The seeds of the Nine Shadows can only be planted in the Nine Shadows, and even if they die and burn to ashes, they have to be the Nine Shadows to break the bones and raise ashes. The assassination technique of the Nine Shadows must not be left out, not to mention that Shen Zhou was the best batch of seeds of the year, and those secrets that were not passed on were instilled into his mind with cruelty that inhuman beings could bear, and they would not die or die.

Chu Shixia took a deep breath and asked calmly, "Why didn't you tell me?" I remember saying that killing people won't solve all problems. ”

Shen Zhou's eyelids twitched.

"Speak, don't pretend to be dumb." Chu Zhixia said with a little sternness.

"I'm afraid you'll hate me." Shen Zhou whispered.

I'm afraid you don't like me anymore.

I'm afraid you don't want me.

When Shen Zhou was very young, he realized that he was different from Chu Zhixia, and he was not the same as everyone else. Whether they are good or bad, they are living people and do not fear the sun. Only Shen Zhou, his body, blood and soul have been quenched and poisoned by that hell, and he can't erase it even if he scrapes his bones and peels off his skin.

The silver-faced ghost came to knock on the door, and what Shen Zhou was most afraid of was not death, but that Chu Zhixia knew what kind of person he was. Shen Zhou was afraid that Chu Zhixia would peel off his beautiful skin little by little, and after seeing the scarred and dirty soul under it, he would be disgusted.

"Get up, is the wound alright?" Chu Zhixia dragged him up from the ground, touched his cold fingertips and said, "I'll go and ask them to fetch hot water for you to bathe." ”

Shen Zhou didn't say a word, and Chu Zhixia had already walked out.

——

The sound of water in the room disturbed Chu Zhixia's upset.

She stood under the eaves and threw a copper plate, her eyes following the copper plate back and forth.

The assassins of the Nine Shadows Division are very tricky, but Chu Zhixia is even more afraid that Shen Zhou will be in danger alone. Before the hot water was boiled, there were officials who went door-to-door to remind them that there were swordsmen fighting in the city tonight, resulting in five deaths and no one alive.

Master is not leaving. Chu Zhixia shook his head secretly.

The people in the room suddenly said in a sullen voice: "Zhixia, can you come in for a while?" ”

Chu Zhixia pretended to be deaf and dumb.

"Mo Xue, Changle...... Miss. Shen Zhou's voice was hoarse, as if he was sure that she hadn't left, "Please." My wound hurts. ”

The preface doesn't match the afterword, Chu Zhixia is neither Hua Tuo alive, nor is she a descendant of Bian Que, doesn't it hurt when she looks at the wound?

Chu Zhixia knew that this person was coquettish, but she had always had no way to take the sinking boat. Chu Zhixia reluctantly pushed the door in, and was swept away by the humid and warm moisture. There was a bright glow on the ground, and bloody clothing was scattered on the ground.

Chu Zhixia could almost imagine how this person peeled himself out of his clammy black clothes, revealing his white jade-like body, and walked into the hot water.

"What for?" Chu Zhixia made his voice sound as cold as possible.

Through a screen, Chu Shixia could hear the sound of swaying water.

"My wound seems to have cracked, and I don't have any strength." Shen Zhou said weakly.

Chu Zhixia knew that Jiu Yousi had always been vicious, and his heart jumped, and he walked quickly behind the screen.

There was a sound of water, and half of the ground was wet.

Chu Zhixia was grabbed by the wrist and dragged into the wooden barrel, and the hot water soaked in gardenias pounced on her face. She was half straddling Shen Zhou's body, half buried under the water, facing Shen Zhou's naked chest. Shen Zhou's hot and rapid breathing hit her face and neck, and her heartbeat was chaotic and violent.

"Lack of energy?" Chu Zhixia was clutched by his wrist, and he couldn't break free, so he could only lift his eyelashes and stare at him, "The wound is cracked?" ”

Shen Zhou's pale face was soaked in hot water, and his thick eyelashes were more inky and deep, and his eyebrows and eyes were more luxurious. He lowered his head weakly, not daring to look directly into Chu Zhixia's eyes, but the wrist that should be grabbed and the waist that should be hugged did not fall - this kind of action did not have the charming affection between men and women, just to prevent her from breaking free and escaping.

"You're really good now, you've learned to lie." Chu Zhixia was already irritable, his eyes touched the neat and sturdy lines under the sinking boat, and he became even more irritable under the surging of qi and blood, "Let go, do you know what it means to be intimate between men and women?" ”

"I don't know." Shen Zhou whispered, but his head was getting lower and lower, and the tip of his nose was eager to touch Chu Zhixia's shoulder, "I only know that you are angry, don't want me anymore." ”

Chu Zhixia suddenly realized Shen Zhou's gains and losses, and asked tentatively: "Why do you think that I will be angry when the Nine Shadows come to the door?" ”

"I'm causing you trouble."

Chu Zhixia was so angry that she slapped him on the head, she wanted to say, "I'm afraid that you will die outside when the time comes, and there will be no one who can collect your body." But Chu Zhixia thought that these words were unlucky, and swallowed the words Shengsheng.

"When the sky falls, I'm on top of it." Chu Zhixia said bluntly, "It's just the Nine Shadows, what are you afraid of?" ”

"I'm afraid you hate me, don't want me." Shen Zhou's voice became smaller and smaller, "You don't know what kind of person I am, I used to ...... I've killed a lot of people so that I can live for myself. I'm a bad person. ”

Shen Zhou clearly remembered the children who were locked in a cage with him, remembered everyone's faces, and remembered how it felt like their blood was splashed on their faces and hands. When he dreamed back in the middle of the night, the spirits stood at the head of his bed, looking down at him.

At first, he was scared and cried, but slowly he became numb, and he would never make any waves in his heart because of murder. In order to live, Shen Zhou destroyed his humanity with his own hands, although he didn't know if he could still be considered alive.

From that day on, Shen Zhou knew that he had completely become the evil ghost of the Nine Shadows.

"A sinking boat, always just a sinking boat."

Chu Shixia said softly: "It won't change." ”

Shen Zhou froze for a moment, staring at her in a daze.

I won't want you, I won't hate you, I won't dislike you – none of this will change.

Don't be afraid.

Chu Zhixia's fingers stroked Shen Zhou's wet hair, wiping from his sideburns to the back of his head little by little. Chu Zhixia clasped the back of Shen Zhou's neck and forced him to raise his head, his lips gently kissing his warm, trembling eyelids.

A teardrop rolled down from under Shen Zhou's long eyelashes.

The kiss was so heavy, as heavy as if a whole summer rainstorm was pouring down at the same time, and he was the only one who didn't hold an umbrella.

He was almost crushed by the kiss.

"Small theater

Ink snow on the surface: fierce

Actual Moxue: Close your eyes or you will get a nosebleed."