On the wedding night, the villain husband cried and his eyes turned red

Seeing that the strong man was about to forcefully pour the medicine into her and Wen Yidi's mouths, Xu Shihuan let go of Wen Yidi's wrist and shouted:

"Wen Yidi! Get behind me!"

Before she finished speaking, she kicked the strong man in front of her with a flying knee. Xu Shihuan was afraid that Wen Yidi, the pretty boy, would suffer a loss, so he quickly looked back at him after kicking him.

However, he found that three people had fallen down in front of Wen Yidi, and all of them were dead. Looking at Wen Yidi's hand, he was holding a small dagger, and bright red blood was flowing down from it.

His skin, which was like fine white porcelain, was now splattered with a few drops of blood, making it look even more alluring.

goooo...

Xu Shihuan swallowed involuntarily and quickly came to his senses. Now was not the time to look at men. In addition to the one she just kicked away and the three killed by Wen Yidi, there are still four strong men who have not been dealt with.

They thought they would be fine after tying the two men up, but they discovered that the two men had untied the rope at some point, and immediately picked up the guy and prepared to kill him.

It's a pity that they only look big in size, but their skills in fists and feet are average. Xu Shihuan snatched the sword from one of them in three moves.

In just a few breaths, all four strong men were dead. Just as she was about to take a breath, she saw a black shadow coming towards her face from the corner of her eye.

With no time to escape, Xu Shihuan could only close his eyes tightly and wait for the pain to come. But she didn't expect that Wen Yidi's pretty boy would stand in front of her and forcefully bear Xiao Yao's whip.

Xu Shihuan's heart suddenly became angry. She had originally thought about saving Xiao Yao's life, otherwise she would cause trouble to the Xu family, but now she only wanted Xiao Yao's head.

What Xiao Yao was holding in her hand was the most cruel mace whip from the Ministry of Punishment. The whip is covered with dense barbs. Once the whip is struck, the barbs remain in the flesh.

The mace was originally a special torture tool used to interrogate traitors, but now it appears in the hands of the concubine of the Minister of Punishment. It seems that Mr. Xiao's official career has reached its end.

There was a flash of cold light, and before Xiao Yao could swing the whip a second time, her head moved away from her neck. Xu Shihuan didn't even look at her. He quickly ran to Wen Yidi and asked:

"How is your injury?"

Wen Yidi forced a smile and said in a low and soft voice:

"It doesn't matter, I'm a man, this little injury is nothing."

But looking from behind him, he could see a whiplash wound from his neck to his back, bleeding outward.

Xu Shihuan looked around. There was flat land, and not far away there was a hut made of wooden planks. It's long past the autumn harvest time, so naturally no one will come to guard the fields. It's no wonder Xiao Yao would find such a place to attack them.

"Get up, let's go to the hut and show you the injury on your back."

Wen Yidi was about to say no, but was blocked by Xu Shihuan's look.

"Xiao Ma Mian just used a mace whip, and your wounds are full of barbs. If you don't get them out quickly, the wounds will fester and fester, and then you'll have to dig out the rotten flesh with a knife. "

Although Xu Shihuan's words meant to scare Wen Yidi, they were not nonsense. When in Ezhou, if the Guan family army caught spies from other countries, they would interrogate them with wolf-tooth whips.

However, Xiao Yao's fang whip was specially made by the Ministry of Punishment and cannot be brought out for casual use. The mace whip used by Guan Jiajun is homemade, and the barbs on it are rougher. Even the flesh of the belt will be pulled off when the whip is whipped.

Wen Yidi originally wanted to say that he could wait until tomorrow and let the doctors from the Wen Family Medical Center handle it, but seeing Xu Shihuan's serious look, he couldn't say the words that were on his lips.

The wooden house was neatly tidied, perhaps because there was nothing valuable in the house, and the door was not locked, but was only vaguely closed with a piece of wood.

Xu Shihuan fumbled for a long time, dug out an oil lamp and a flint from the corner, and lit the oil lamp. The cabin looked a bit warm.

Wen Yidi sat on the small bed made of wooden boards and looked up at Xu Shihuan. The tip of his nose and around his eyes were slightly red, and he looked a bit pitiful, but he had a serious look on his face.

Xu Shihuan couldn't see him like this, so he unconsciously lowered his voice and said:

"Take off your clothes, hurry up!"

Wen Yidi looked surprised, and even his voice was trembling:

"Miss Xu, this is inappropriate."

Xu Shihuan frowned, feeling a little more irritable in his heart, and his tone of voice was impatient:

"Take it off if you are told. You are not a big girl. I don't care. Why are you still nagging?"

After saying that, she looked at Wen Yidi with a murderous look in her eyes. She was already taller than the average woman, but now that Wen Yidi was sitting and she was standing, she looked even more oppressive.

Seeing her persistence, Wen Yidi said no more. He turned around, moved to the inside of the bed, took off his upper clothes, exposing his white back. On the back, a deep blood mark was shocking.

Xu Shihuan took off the hairpin on his head. There was no complicated decoration on this hairpin, and the sharp points at both ends only served as a fixation. I saw her hands bend hard, and the good silver hairpin was folded in half.

She burned the folded hairpin on the oil lamp and then said:

"I'm afraid it will hurt a little later. If you want to scream, just scream. There's no need to hold back."

"it is good."

Wen Yidi only replied one word and then said nothing. Xu Shihuan sat on the edge of the bed. When he got closer, he realized that although the skin on Wen Yidi's back was white, it was covered with large and small scars.

She sighed softly, took out a handkerchief from her body and spread it on the bed, then used the hairpin in her hand to pick out the barbs in Wen Yidi's flesh.

It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt, but Wen Yidi didn't expect that Xu Shihuan usually seemed careless, but he was very careful when picking up barbs. He could feel the two ends of the hairpin picking back and forth in his flesh, but there was no feeling of the flesh being hooked by the barbs.

Compared to the tiny stinging pain, what he couldn't stand even more was Xu Shihuan's hand pressing on his back. Wherever the hand touched, a numbness spread from the body to the heart.

Unconsciously, a slight gasp came from his throat.

When Xu Shihuan heard it, he thought he was in pain, and the movements of his hands became even more gentle.

By the time all the barbs in the wound were cleaned, Wen Yidi was sweating profusely. Xu Shihuan's face was solemn, and there were more than a hundred barbs on the handkerchief. If these fell on her face, her appearance would definitely be disfigured.

There was no medicine to treat the wound at the moment, and Xu Shihuan was worried that the wound would bleed and the clothes would stick to each other, so he stopped Wen Yidi's desire to put on clothes and asked him to lie on the back of the bed and do this for the night.

As for herself, she couldn't rush to rest yet. She had to take advantage of this opportunity to dispose of the bodies outside.