"What did you do to her?"

Two hours is too much to do.

Jiang Chengxue took out the leftover agarwood from the incense burner: "Is this bee incense nanmu?" ”

Xie Shang's patience ran out, and his violent mood reached its peak, he opened the desk and kicked Jiang Chengxue in the heart.

The desk made a screeching sound against the ground, the incense burner rolled down, sprinkling ashes, Jiang Chengxue's back hit the cabinet, his heart throbbed violently, his hands were propped up on the ground, his breathing was short, and cold sweat broke out on his temples.

Xie Shang looked down and looked at Jiang Chengxue on the ground: "What did you do to her?" ”

"I just ordered." Jiang Chengxue coughed heavily, raised his head, slowed down his breathing, and slowly pronounced the name that only the incense Taoist understands, "The sun is fragrant." ”

Jiang Chengxue doesn't play with incense, and he understands a little bit just because he has investigated and understood all the people around Wen Changling.

On the desk, there was a guzheng next to the incense burner, Xie Shang pressed the pin box and ripped off the strings, and the sudden external force pulled it, emitting a long string of piercing string sounds. Wen Changling used this guzheng to play tunes this morning, but now it is scrapped. Xie Shang strangled Jiang Chengxue's arm with the strings, didn't say a word, and used all his strength, just wanting to get rid of Wen Changling's hand.

The thin strings were extremely sharp, and the flesh broke instantly, and blood dripped on the ground, from the beginning drop by drop to the splatter.

Xie Shang didn't blink.

This zither was built a hundred years ago, three craftsmen took a month to build, the strings of the violin are called Qianjin wire, which is extremely strong, and the strings will not break, even if the bones are broken.

The skin and flesh were cut raw, and Xie Shang's sleeves were covered in blood.

Excessive blood loss and heart oppression made Jiang Chengxue lose his strength, he didn't struggle from beginning to end, half of his life was gone, he just calmly watched Xie Shang's violent murder, his pupils were close to pure black, like endless night, no one could see through the edge.

His face was very white, his lips were pale and blue, but he was still complacent, and his eyes were so proud that there was no trace of embarrassment in defeat: "If you hadn't tripped her feet, she would have come to me after she had dealt with all the enemies, and she would have stayed with me in order to seize my handle." ”

The flesh of the arms was blurred, and the strings were human bones.

Jiang Chengxue didn't care at all: "Xie Shang, you ruined my business." ”

There was also the fragrance of gardenias in the air, Xie Shang was not in the mood to guess what Jiang Chengxue's daily thoughts were, as long as Jiang Chengxue died, then he would coax Wen Changling and tell her that nothing had happened.

The gore is getting heavier and heavier.

Someone pushed the door and broke in, saw a place of blood, and shouted in shock: "Fourth brother! ”

Gu Yihuan's heart jumped violently, and he hurriedly went up to pull it.

"Fourth brother, stop it."

"Stop!"

Gu Yihuan couldn't persuade Xie Shang.

He Dongzhou came in, closed the door, and hid all the sin and blood in this room. He knew Xie Shang too well, so he didn't go over to pull it, so he said: "If you don't stop, I will compensate you, calm down, think about Wen Changling." ”

Wen Changling was still in the room. Jiang Chengxue's long-sick body still dared to stay, either not afraid of death, or determined that he would not die, and gambled wildly with a bad life.

Xie Shang's eyes gradually calmed down, let go of the strings tightened on his hands, threw Jiang Chengxue on the ground, took off his blood-stained coat, wiped the blood off his hands with a blanket, and walked to the bedside.

"Changling."

She just moved her eyebrows slightly, but didn't open her eyes. Xie Shang picked her up and took her to the hospital.

He Dongzhou stayed to deal with the aftermath.

*****

Wen Changling's first reaction when he woke up was that his neck was so numb and itchy.

"What are you doing?"

Xie Shang looked up from between her neck: "Kiss you." ”

She pushed Xie Shang away and touched her neck, it hurt a little, she must have left a mark. Her body was still a little sore, and she took Xie Shang's hand and sat up.

"What did Jiang Chengxue do?"

She didn't know what happened after she lost consciousness.

"He's got the medicine ready."

"What medicine?"

"Hook kiss."

Xie Shang put an extra bottle of red wine in the cabinet where he put spices.

The doctor said that in addition to the anesthetic component in Wen Changling's body, no other drugs were detected, and Jiang Chengxue's bottle of red wine with hook kiss was not fed to Wen Changling.

brought poison, but it was useless, Wen Changling couldn't understand Jiang Chengxue.

"What else did he do?"

"Nothing was done."

She subconsciously touched her neck, and Xie Shang took her hand away to kiss the place where there were marks.

He Dongzhou sent Jiang Chengxue to the hospital, a hospital far away from Wen Changling. It was two days after he woke up from surgery.

The right hand can barely move.

"It's just temporary."

Xue Boyong was in the detention center, only Dai Qiu was in the ward, she cried, her eyes were very red: "I will be fine when I do rehabilitation in the future." ”

"How is she?"

Jiang Chengxue didn't care about her hands, and asked Wen Changling.

"At Dihong Hospital, it's fine."

He lay down, his face pale like a corpse: "Go find a stove for incense." ”

Dai Qiu leaned on the side of the bed and begged: "Let her go, and let yourself go, okay?" ”

"Go find the stove."

Jiang Chengxue kept holding his left hand, and he didn't let go of it during the operation, and there was a piece of agarwood hidden in his palm. It was stolen by him from Xie Shang, and the leftover sun-thinking incense was burned.

Only a noble son like Xie Shang is interested in playing this kind of idle thing, he doesn't believe in this thing, he doesn't believe it.

*****

Wen Changling stayed in the hospital for two days, and no one called the police for what happened in the two hours on Hetang Street.

Zheng Luhong died, Tong Taishi and the three of them all changed their voices, saying that there was no hidden truth in Wen Zhaoyang's case back then, that is, Wen Zhaoyang killed Fu Mingao, and they didn't even admit that they had anything to do with Jiang Chengxue. Obviously, these three people were all frightened by Zheng Luhong's death, and they only wanted to save their lives, and they didn't dare to provoke Jiang Chengxue's veritable neuropathy again.

Another week passed, and the bite marks on Wen Changling's neck had faded.

"Jiang Chengxue has been discharged from the hospital."

When Xie Shang heard the news, the tip of his pen paused, and a messy stroke crossed the paper, ruining the page of scripture that was about to be copied.

There was a calm incense next to it, and in less than half an hour, the mobile phone on the table rang.

Xie Shang took it.

"Picked up quickly, waiting for me?"

It's time to break it.

Jiang Chengxue said: "Wangbei Mountain, come here." ”

I'm coming~