Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

"Shh..." A tiny breath reached my ears.

Mixed in with the noisy thunder, Shang Ce had to use a lot of effort to barely hear it.

someone!

Shang Ce's cry was stuck in his throat.

"Who are you!" he asked in a low and harsh voice. As his vocal cords vibrated, his neck moved uncontrollably.

The man ignored Shang Ce's suggestion and just attacked again.

He only moved slightly, but the blade was instantly closer. The sword was against his throat, pressing down slightly, and inevitably a small dent was made on his skin.

The threat is obvious.

If he dared to move again, the knife would pierce his throat without hesitation.

The sword of death was hanging over his head. Shang Ce gritted his teeth and dared not move at all.

"Are you going to kill me?" He tried to slow down his breathing, reduce his movements, and spoke with a low voice. At the same time, his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking of ways to escape.

But his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't move, his eyesight was deprived and he couldn't see anything, and even his internal energy was sealed.

The only thing Shang Ce can do now is to stabilize the person in front of him for the time being.

The man still didn't reply.

The sword tip casually swept across his neck, and from time to time it tapped Shang Ce's slightly rolling Adam's apple. If you ignore the current situation, you can say that there is a bit of playfulness in it.

Is this looking for the right angle to attack? Shang Ce couldn't help but think along with this action.

She clenched her fingers a little tighter: "Who sent you here, you..."

But that person was like a mute, still not uttering a word, only Shang Ce was "mumbling" there.

Later, he seemed to be impatient with his questions and simply put the blade across Shang Ce's neck.

If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you!

The meaning is self-evident.

Shang Ce felt a lump in his throat and was unable to speak.

What on earth is this man going to do?

If he wanted to kill him, why didn't he do it? Was he so confident that he couldn't escape from his hands?

Shang Ce frowned, unable to figure out the reason.

If you ignore the rumbling thunder outside the window, the room is actually very quiet, with only the shallow breathing sounds of two people.

One is calm and steady, the other is forbearing and repressed.

Even though he couldn't see, Shang Ce could still keenly feel that person's gaze lingering on his face, examining him carefully, not missing any corner.

He had never felt such a gaze before.

The meaning was sometimes gentle, as if one was appreciating some treasured famous painting, but sometimes it was extremely hot, as if a ferocious beast was staring at its prey which was about to be swallowed in the next second, and even the corpse was cruelly taken away, without allowing even a single bit to be left behind.

Why do you look at him like this? It feels so strange, like...

The two of them confronted each other in silence. Oh, no, it should be said that one of them was completely and totally suppressed by the other.

After about a cup of tea, the man finally made a move. The originally cold blade had been warmed by his body temperature, and as he raised his hand, it was moving down along his neck.

The thin, narrow and hard object moved to Shang Ce's chest like a swimming snake and pressed down gently.

Just when Shang Ce tensed himself, thinking that he was going to press the knife into his body and bleed on the spot, he turned his hand and cut the thin shirt on his upper body.

There was no movement, only a barely perceptible scratching sound, which seemed particularly harsh in the silent night.