Quick time travel villain breeding manual

Chapter 172 The Young Master Is So Proud (8)

Although I can't bear such a beautiful beauty to die in my hands, I also want to leave alive.

I took a Tang knife from the weapon rack beside it, and the handle was covered with a brand new white bandage.

With a loud noise, the roof of the room moved towards the two sides. Holding the Tang Dao, I couldn't help stepping back quickly. When I saw the scene above my head clearly, I couldn't help being surprised.

There is a group of people in black on the upper floor, they are all wrapped in black robes, only showing those piercing eyes, old and shrewd, it makes me shudder, in the middle of the shadow, sitting a person, I can’t see Knowing his appearance, he only saw the auspicious cloud pattern embroidered with gold thread on his black robe.

I put the Tang Dao in front of me, and prepared to attack.

The woman in purple walked lightly, danced lightly, and approached me.

For her beautiful dancing posture, I also want to give her a decisive way to die.

I rushed up holding the Tang knife, and the knife stabbed at her vitals.But this woman in purple is like a slippery snake, even if I grab her arm, she can still easily get rid of my shackles, and her movements are not at all stagnant, as if she has calculated her dance steps , just waiting for me to dance with her.

Between you coming and going, I actually struggled more and more, as if I had punched the surface of the water. Although the surface of the water stirred up waves, it only took a moment for the lake to return to calm, as if nothing had happened.

My attack seemed so weak and useless.

Cold sweat ran down my cheeks, my heart was beating like thunder, fear, fear.

There were bells that were near and far away, loud and small, and suddenly the woman in purple stopped dancing, and the last bell sounded.

Before I could react to what happened, my body stopped listening to me and froze in place.

My consciousness is still clear, I can feel my nose bleeding, then my ears, and finally my mouth.

The smell of blood filled the air, and I felt the strength of my body draining away.

Suddenly, the scene in front of me turned into a snow-white scene, the distant skyline and the ground merged into one, a vast expanse of whiteness, and pearl-like snow fell.

Surrounded me were huge snow wolves that were only half a person tall, their fur was purple and black, and the black was purple.Their golden wolf eyes locked on to their prey, which was me.

Holding the Tang Dao in my hand, I slaughtered the attacking snow wolves one by one with a savage slash.

I know that I have been brought into the illusion of the woman in purple, this is the rhythm of her martial arts, every sound of the bell, every change of step is to bring me here, and the world she controls.

But her abilities are limited after all, and she cannot control the pack of wolves to attack together.

Compared with the woman in purple, my martial arts are not as good as hers. Her martial arts is a precise assassination plan step by step. Compared with hers, my martial arts is like a drunk person, who can only attack and defend recklessly, full of loopholes.

The last wolf was in the snow, waiting to give me the final blow. It started from the beginning and hid until now, but it missed a move after all. When the wolf's front paws jumped up, my knife sank into the snow, pierced into its belly, and hit its heart straight.

The blood-red wolf's blood spread across the vast snow field, filled with blood, and the illusion was shattered.

Many strange scenes flashed before his eyes.

A majestic temple. There is a tall and luxuriant blessing tree in the temple. A red blessing belt is hung on the tree. Behind me in military uniform stands a man with a joking smile.

On the noisy street, I held a white fox mask in my hand, smiled and gestured on his face, saying that this fox really looks like you.

It's him.

Just when I made up my mind to reach out and take off his mask, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

When I woke up again, there was a piece of white in front of my eyes, and then some other colors appeared between the white, I saw a figure, that figure moved, and approached me.

My head was like muddy ground on a rainy day, sticky, confused, I couldn't move, I couldn't think.

He put his hand on my forehead and said, "You've finally woken up." His voice was so pleasant, so reliable, and his palm was so generous and warm, as if he was worth relying on.

I tried my best, every word seemed to be squeezed out of my throat, "Master..."

He stroked my hand, "Qianfan. Live well."

Son, I also want to live a good life.I said softly in my heart.

Then came the sound of fine footsteps, the sound of him approaching the table, the sound of him pouring water, he gradually approached me, held my body, and fed me a glass of water.

After drinking this glass of water, I continued to sleep.I could feel him tucking in the covers for me, then walked out of the room and closed the door.

I was too tired, my consciousness gradually became dull, and I fell into a deeper darkness, and the warm quilt became the only comfort.

Don't want to think about anything anymore, just be it, carefree, sleep all the time, in a peaceful dream.

All this is strange and familiar, as if I have experienced such a thing a long time ago, I take it as self-deception, after all, there is no such memory in my mind.

At night, he came back again, even though the room was pitch black, even though I couldn't see who came, I knew it was him.

There was exhaustion in his voice, he held my hand, and said softly: "Qianfan, should I take you away, or look at you, and return to this hell on earth."

He took my hand and stuck it to his face, "Qianfan, did I do something wrong for telling you to leave?"

My heart, which couldn't find a tune, suddenly settled down.

Before I met him, I thought about the scene of meeting many times. I want to dress beautifully, I want to wear the skirt of Lanfang Pavilion, and the hairpin of Yuehua Pavilion, even though I look so ordinary and ordinary, He is a rough man who wields knives and guns, and he must face him with the best side.

Son.

I went from Jiangbei, where the flowers are blooming in spring, to this dead building in the capital.

In order to learn the truth and for revenge, I left him.

But the reality is that I am so embarrassed, my face is covered with layers of gauze, I am sick, so weak, I don't even have the energy to say a few more words to him.After leaving, I didn't get better, but a mess and ended badly.

There was a faint fragrance of lotus on his body, which dissipated in an instant, and I knew that he had already left.

But what really scares me is not his disappearance, but that all of this is a dream of mine.

Whether it is a dream or reality, life or death, I can no longer understand.

I was wearing a loose jacket, wrapped in layers of cloth strips, which made me uncomfortable, but it seemed that the wound didn't hurt so much because of it.

I don't know the outcome of that battle. If the purple-clothed woman incarnated as the pack of wolves in the illusion, then I might have won, but if it was the heavy snow, then I might have already been in that heavy snow , was frozen half dead.

The door creaked and was pushed open.

There was a coldness about that person, and the fragrance of magnolia flowers.

He rolled up my shirt and touched the scar with his fingers. There was a person's name, Gusu Zheng. It was also because of that scar that I realized how to retrieve my scattered memories.

His fingers were warm and ironed, with icy cold ointment on them, gently swirling on the wound, followed by a thin and cool kiss, light and light, I was stimulated by the coolness, I shrank my arms suddenly, slightly He opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

He has fair skin, slender and soft eyes, a polite smile that is just right on the corners of his lips, neither approaching nor alienating, his neck is slender, his Adam's apple is prominent, he lowered his head proudly like a swan, and looked at me .

His hair was long, black and smooth, and fell down to my palm.

I hesitated to speak, and asked: "Who are you? You are so rude." In fact, I couldn't be more clear about his identity, and that was Gu Suzheng.

But just as I don't understand why the son appears here, I also don't understand why Gusuzheng appears in the dead building.

During the days when I was in the dead building, the guards were so tight that not a single sparrow could fly in, but just tonight, I saw several "accidents".

His movements paused, and he forced a smile and said: "I know. I will find a way to remind you, Rong'er, I will not let this happen a second time, and I will not let you leave me again .”

The sky was dark and the moonlight was not very bright, so I couldn't see his expression, but I thought it must be a smile uglier than crying.

Undoubtedly, this kind of Gu Suzheng made me feel a little disappointed. His every expression made me feel hypocritical, and every sentence seemed to be carefully calculated. Obviously, a simple-minded person like me can't beat this kind of deep-mindedness. guy.

They are all thoughtful people, and the young master is much more consistent than this person.

I used to be blind, so I would be happy with such an over-whitewashed guy.

If I can, I also want to think about what happened between us.

I used to think that the worst thing was to have nightmares at night, but now I realize that what is worse is the reality of nightmares.

I shook my head and said, "This unexpected guest, you have misunderstood the person. My name is Qian Fan. I'm not a fool." At this moment, I couldn't care less about my poor and seriously ill body, so I better talk to Gusu earlier. Zheng left the relationship clear.He can't be beaten, and he can't be scolded to death. It's not too late for a woman to take revenge in ten years.

Hearing this, his face suddenly turned cold, but he still managed to maintain a smile, so this smile was weird and frightening in my eyes.

"I know, you are Rong'er. Even if you forget, I still remember."

My back turned cold, and I said without changing my face: "You really admitted your mistake, you bastard, are you blind? Or is there something wrong with your brain? It's better to get it cured as soon as possible, so that you look like a good person."

I don't know which sentence he was stimulated by. He turned around and walked away angrily, and left the room. The poor door creaked a few times. This night, I lay on the bed, half asleep and half awake, listening to those words. The door creaked all night, and it took my willpower to get through the night.

Dead Street is built on a mountain in the back of the sun, so it often does not see the sun all day long, and it is always dark.

I still became the leader of Dead Street, that is, Zhengrong Pavilion. This was the second day, when someone gave me a set of snow-white Yunjin clothes that were the same as mourning clothes. I only found out.

But I have a vague feeling that the woman in purple may not have lost to me in the competition.Martial arts practitioners are like looking at the mountains. If you are condescending, you can see all the small mountains at a glance. However, if you are not strong enough, the mountains are empty and rainy, and it all depends on the opponent's showmanship.

But their pavilion master is still a sick and injured patient in bed, so he kept that gorgeous dress hanging on the hanger.

I have an extra beautiful girl in my daytime, she claims to be taking care of her, but in fact she is monitoring her. Their worries are really superfluous. My 2 taels of silver are still in Zhengrong Pavilion, and there is still one wish that has not been fulfilled. I ran away at this time. It's not a big loss, and besides, where can I go as a patient.

She is a member of the Black Street and the owner of the No.30 floor. Her name is Wanran. She has told me many things since she knew that I lost my memory because of drinking Wangsu wine and knew little about the world. Birds and animals, country rumors, many wonderful and eccentric things, I like this girl very much.

She always loves sugar, addicted to sugar like life, and eats it unscrupulously in my room. She has already grown five black decayed teeth, and she still eats sugar while enduring toothache.

Piansheng is still a talkative person, so he always spits sweet saliva on my face.

Although I feel helpless, I can't help this little girl.

The doctor who routinely takes my pulse every day is a black street sage, Yang Zhou, he was born very thin, and often has a strong smell of medicine on his body, as if he just crawled out of a pile of bitter melons.

When I first met, I thought he was a good-tempered guy, but later I realized he was a bad-mouthed guy.Consistency is indeed a rare quality. Thinking about it, I miss the good-looking and good-looking son even more.

When he came over that day, he took off the layers of gauze wrapped around my face.He also viciously untied the bandages tied around my shoulders.

Transforming from a mummy to a living person gave me a feeling as if my body had really died once.

Then I saw Wanran dropped the medicine bowl in his hand, Yangzhou widened his eyes, as if he saw a female ghost, no, maybe it was more frightening and unbelievable than seeing a female ghost.

I was born mediocre, but I didn't expect to become an ugly girl now.

Then Yang Zhou cleaned up the medicine bottles and other things, picked up the medicine box, rubbed his chin, and said critically: "I didn't expect to take off the human skin mask, the ugly woman looks pretty good."

When I heard the words, I stretched my foot over, and I tripped the boat and fell to the ground. I screamed a few times in pain, jumped back a few steps, pointed at me and shouted: "Vicious woman, vicious, I should have known I won’t heal you anymore.”

I stretched out my hand to touch it, and the nose was still the same, the eyes were the same, and the mouth was the same, and there seemed to be no difference.

But when I saw a few small transparent skins on the table, I began to feel a little puzzled.

(End of this chapter)