But he didn't strangle Lin Huaisheng to death all at once.
The hands tightened and released, and finally rested weakly on the neck.
He likes this place, weak and beautiful, but every cyan vein is a web of spider silk, Lin Huaisheng hid the secret under the net, and then slyly escaped. This is the child's greatest intelligence and boldness in his life, so he loves this place the most.
He touched the inconspicuous Adam's apple, which is a rabbit's foot that is indistinguishable between male and female. When he pressed it, this small Adam's apple timidly resisted, so he even more arbitrarily believed that this place was connected to the heart.
Hei Ying leaned over, and he kissed this Adam's apple, branding red marks in the blue and black fingerprints. Compared with death, his love is so shallow, so insignificant. Obviously it was him who gave it, but at this moment the man was full of displeasure. He kissed harder, he could even eat this place alive, perfectly erasing the evidence for him. In this world, he must love Lin Huaisheng the most.
He kissed so horribly, but Lin Huaisheng still didn't wake up.
How can Shengsheng not wake up? Why doesn't he wake up? Whether he is defenseless or doesn't care. Obviously Lin Huaisheng didn't say a word, but the man became more and more moody in his own assumptions. He suddenly hated Lin Huaisheng and became the person who hated Lin Huaisheng the most in the world. Hate his inadvertence and innocence, hate his insensitivity.
He wanted Lin Huaisheng to live and die. That way he can get out of it.
Hei Ying kissed Lin Huaisheng's lips again, he kissed sweetly but fiercely, his hands kept tightening Lin Huaisheng's neck, hoping that Lin Huaisheng would really drown in his kiss.
Shengsheng, wake up.
Wake up quickly,
look at me,
...
see how I kill you.
Lin Huaisheng woke up with great difficulty. The man lying on top of him pressed him tightly, and the other party began to nibble at his lips, squeezing the little air left in his throat with both hands. Lin Huaisheng opened his eyes wide and began to struggle hard, but the layers of soft mattresses laid out by the maidservants at night became a net to strangle him at this moment. There were countless wrinkles on the surface of the bed, but none of them could help Lin Huaisheng escape. He never gave up, but in this dungeon, Lin Huaisheng's body is his biggest shackle.
The crisis came too suddenly, Lin Huaisheng accepted the failure, but he couldn't accept that he died so uselessly.
The dim tent began to have double images, and the man in front of him was even more treacherous. Lin Huaisheng retaliated, strangled the opponent's neck with both hands, the black figure gasped, and relaxed for a moment, but immediately tightened his hands around Lin Huaisheng's neck again. For a moment, Lin Huaisheng felt that time stopped. He was on the verge of death, but felt no pain after that.
Soi Ying kissed Lin Huaisheng one last time. After Lin Huaisheng woke up, he was finally able to kiss deeper. Between life and death, the man is more wild, he uncontrollably wants to leave traces everywhere between the fiery lips and tongue. Whoever kills this beautiful life belongs to him forever. But Sombra felt it was not enough. Life is dead, his life still belongs to death, and still does not belong to him. The man repented in an instant, but he couldn't think of a better way than killing Lin Huaisheng. He wanted Lin Huaisheng, thought of going crazy, and wanted to take every piece of Lin Huaisheng's flesh and blood as his own. Perhaps it is possible to eat Lin Huaisheng every inch of his stomach, but a man can't do it, and in the end he only kisses deeper and deeper.
The mouth was suddenly full of blood, and the lips and tongue stirred to spread the smell. Lin Huaisheng bit the man viciously.
He refused to surrender to the illusory numbness at the last moment of life and death, he gambled with his life, waiting for the chance to fight back. He tried his best with all the strength his body could use, and if he was strangled to death, he would bite off the opponent's tongue.
The black shadow was in pain, but he suddenly loved Lin Huaisheng even more, loved his suddenly radiant inside, the soul under the skin. He wants more.
He was not afraid of pain, and the smell of blood overflowed in the mouths of the two.
"Shengsheng, can you die..."
"Death is at my hands... There is so much pain in the world, I don't want you to suffer any more."
It was a man's voice, Lin Huaisheng had never heard this voice before, and after Lin Huaisheng bit his tongue, Sombra's voice became even deeper and hoarse. The man's hand on Lin Huaisheng's neck trembled faintly, which showed that he was also trying his best.
The bed became the battlefield for the two of them, and the fingers, lips and tongue became weapons. Lin Huaisheng was no match for Soi Ying in terms of physical strength, and there was no sharp weapon around him. His eye sockets were bloodshot, and he was about to die under Soi Ying. In a critical situation, Lin Huaisheng pulled out the hosta from his head, and plunged it into Soi Ying's shoulder socket. After he came back from Lin Qishu's house, he was full of worries, and fell asleep with his clothes on, and the bun on his head was not completely removed. The last remaining hairpin became Lin Huaisheng's only tool for self-help.
The black shadow made a ho-ho sound, Lin Huaisheng held back his dizziness, and stabbed him several times without hesitation. Hei Ying was furious in pain, and suddenly gained strength, and swung Lin Huaisheng off the bed with one hand.
The jade hairpin was cut into pieces, Lin Huaisheng struggled to get up from the ground, his palm was pressed among the pieces of jade, he groped with blood on his palm, and he found a sharp-edged hairpin handle, Lin Huaisheng held it in his hand, and the other hand grabbed the edge of the bed, He wanted to take advantage of the situation when Sombra was injured. It would be best to poke the other person's eyes blind...
Lin Huaisheng was about to climb onto the bed when he felt that danger was approaching. He hastily ducked down and slammed his head on the corner of the bed in the dark. The pain was very dull, but Lin Huaisheng faintly felt that his current physical condition was bad.
There was a weak and swift sound of breaking through the air, and then the teacup on the table behind him burst.
Lin Huaisheng looked up at the bed, the long black hair was loose, and his hands covered his sleeves, covering most of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes full of lust. He wanted to kill Lin Huaisheng. On the other hand, Hei Ying's five fingers were bent together, and two silver needles were sandwiched between the fingers.
He opened the gap between his index and middle fingers, flipped his palm maliciously, and showed Lin Huaisheng.
Just sending out a silver needle is enough to burst a teacup in the distance. This silver needle can also be inserted into the human skull.
"Shengsheng, I don't want to kill you in this way."
He grinned, but was choked by the blood in his mouth and coughed non-stop. The black shadow gave people the illusion that they were not strong, but Lin Huaisheng knew that for him, he could not get close to the opponent in the attack of the silver needle.
"So, run away."
Lin Huaisheng turned around and fled without hesitation.
He looks like a white deer running away, with pointy toes and fluttering skirts, the mess in the room and the sill in front of the door can't stop him. The black shadow laughed wantonly, and fell on the bed, twisting in pain on the bed full of the fragrance of Lin Huaisheng's daughter, he panted and howled in pain, and the blood from the wound continued to seep into the mattress under him.
Finally, he got up from the bed, panting, but strong, as if he was not injured at all. He got out of bed, bent down and picked up Lin Huaisheng's embroidered shoes beside the bed, full of joy.
Shengsheng ran so fast, he was so obedient...
He wanted to catch up quickly. Shengsheng was barefoot, and it would not look good if it got dirty.
...
After Lin Huaisheng escaped from the house, he realized that the sky outside had also changed. A group of black-clothed killers sprang out from nowhere, and the officials of Dali Temple fought with them. Lin Huaisheng also saw the accompanying women and maids, they were all terrified and ran away in the nunnery at a loss. Lin Huaisheng's embarrassment did not violate harmony between them.
But he still stood out from the crowd.
No matter if it was women, maidservants, or black-clothed killers, they all reached out to Lin Huaisheng, wanting to catch Lin Huaisheng. Before the eyes of the gods and Buddhas, this short corridor with mottled red pillars suddenly became infinitely treacherous.
Lin Huaisheng didn't believe any of them, pushed away everyone's hands, ran away with all his might, and ran straight to Lin Qishu's house at the top of the steps. There were a lot of letters in Lin Qishu's room. It was too late at night, and Lin Huaisheng was sent down by Jiang Sheyan to rest, knowing that Jiang Sheyan would return to Lin Qishu's room later. Dangers continued tonight, and Lin Huaisheng suspected that these people wanted to destroy some key evidence hidden by Princess Duanyang. Now I can only hope that Jiang Sheyan can keep the room, but if Lin Huaisheng doesn't go in person, he can't be completely at ease.
The stone steps along this road were covered with blood, and the Buddhist temple became a hell of Avici.
Lin Huaisheng's throat was full of the smell of blood, not only the black shadow man left in his mouth, but also the blood froth from his violent running at the moment. Lin Huaisheng didn't understand how he could persevere. Someone behind him shouted to him, calling his name, maybe to save him, maybe to arrest him, but Lin Huaisheng didn't stop for a moment.
A hand came across in front of him. Lin Huaisheng's feet left the ground suddenly, and he was hugged with one arm around his waist, and was immediately protected behind him.
Jiang Sheyan stood on the last stone step, and in front of him was a group of killers who were constantly rushing up and attacking. Jiang Sheyan quickly put Lin Huaisheng down. The man held a bow and arrow in his right hand, and saw that the bow was full and the string was stretched, the arrow pierced through the air, and the two arrows shot at the same time. The two killers rolled down the steps, and neither of them missed.
"Brother-in-law!"
Jiang Sheyan responded, focusing on what was in front of her eyes, but what she said was reassuring.
"Stay behind me."
The flames lit up from the main hall at the foot of the mountain, and the Jingci nunnery burned brightly, fighting with each other, and the moon was covered by black clouds. And they are at the highest point, and they have not yet lit the lamps, and the most intense and turbulent offensive is all here. Jiangshe's geese shot without fail, but the arrows were running out, and the situation became more and more critical. The other party came prepared tonight, and he will never give up until he reaches his goal.
But Jiang Sheyan is like a wall of iron, as long as he is still alive, he will stand in front of Lin Huaisheng without flinching and protect him comprehensively. At this moment, I don't know what the man is trying his best to protect.
Suddenly, flames shot down the mountain, and another group of people broke through the gate to fight with the killer. Lin Huaisheng recognized from the back of Jiang Sheyan that it was a dozen guards from Wenren Mansion. The situation suddenly reversed, the killer at the bottom of the mountain was already defeated, and the wave at the top was about to be broken. The monks, nuns and female relatives screamed and cried, but the Bodhisattva could not help them.
Jiang Sheyan also saw the rescuers, so he turned from defense to offense, leading Lin Huaisheng to gradually force the killers down the steps, and Jiang Sheyan rescued those who could be saved on the way.
With sharp eyes, Lin Huaisheng discovered that another person who was about to die not far away was Yan Yan. Yan Yan's eyes were tearful, her neck was covered with blood, and the blade had already cut her throat. Lin Huaisheng tugged at Jiang Sheyan's sleeve and shouted, "There!"
The two had a tacit understanding, and Jiang Sheyan immediately drew his bow. The arrow flew away, and Li Yu brushed against Yan Yan's side face, cutting a bloodstain. She opened her eyes wide in fear, but the killer's knife swung in front of Yan Yan, and finally fell to the ground with a clang. Yan Yan fell to the ground and looked back, only to see that the arrow feathers had sunk into the killer's throat, but two people died in a pool of blood. Jiang Sheyan's arrow pierced the first person's throat and took another person's life.
The guards of Wenren Mansion have joined the officials of Dali Temple.
Jiang Sheyan put down his bow, and at this point, the night attack was settled.
The man's soap boots are covered in blood, but he cares about someone more. Just now he didn't take a closer look, Jiang Sheyan only knew that Lin Huaisheng was injured, but he didn't know how serious it was. He was about to turn his head to pay attention, but Lin Huaisheng ran down by brushing him.
The stone steps were difficult for him to walk, but the little princess ran like that regardless. Just now it was for my sister, now it is for a sister I just met. He walked all the way, stepping on blood, and Jiang Sheyan realized that Shengsheng was actually barefoot.
The man also took steps to chase down, but he couldn't catch Lin Huaisheng. He Gu Shengsheng, his heart and eyes are full of others. Shengsheng rushed to that person's side, looking anxious and flustered.
"Yanyan, Yanyan!"
The man's heart beat fast, but he realized that it wasn't him who was calling.
Jiang Sheyan. Yan Yan. Yanyan and Yanyan.
... He is being self-indulgent.
Lin Huaisheng was already calling for someone in that room, Yan Yan was bleeding profusely, Lin Huaisheng was afraid that the killer would cut the main artery in Yan Yan's neck. After calling his wife, Lin Huaisheng turned around and called Jiang Sheyan: "Brother-in-law, come and see Yan Yan!"
Only then did Jiang Sheyan see the whole picture of Lin Huaisheng clearly. Shengsheng cared for others wholeheartedly, but he himself didn't feel much better. There were new bruises growing on his neck, scratches on his forehead, and small wounds on his hands and feet. The most difficult thing to ignore was that his lips were red and swollen.
I don't know how many times I have been kissed before I have such a rotten state.
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① In Du Mu's "A Fang Gong Fu", there is "straight bar and horizontal sill (jian)", and the sill means a railing. But the horizontal threshold (kan) in the text refers to the horizontal threshold. It is hereby stated that it is not misused.