[Wei Nie] Vertical and horizontal killing

The instinct of martial arts practitioners allows them to detect the kindness, killing intent or malice from others, and the more people stand at the top, the more sensitive their intuition will be.

However, there are often exceptions in the world. When a person is already at the top of everyone in the world, he no longer needs to detect the evil thoughts of others.

——Because, there is no need for this anymore.

Ge Nie is exactly such an extreme.

He is the man who bears the name of the best sword in the world. From the first day he entered Ghost Valley, he used his sword hand to search for his dream, from confusion to gradual clarity.

13 years later, this has never changed.

For his dream, which the master thought was unattainable, Gai Nie has been working very hard.

Now, he has become strong enough, but he is not ruthless enough.

Gai Nie is very strong. In the duel of the Mohist Trick City, he was seriously injured by the quicksand black unicorn, and he refused the help of the Mohist. Under the disadvantage, he turned the tide and used the broken Yuanhong to subdue Wei Zhuang.

However, Gai Nie was not ruthless enough after all, he couldn't make a move, so Xiao Zhuang had a chance to sneak attack, seriously injured him and almost killed him.

This is the biggest difference between him and Xiaozhuang.

Even knowing that this is the ending, if he goes back to the beginning, he still can't attack Xiaozhuang.Even if it's hatred, he can't do it, or in other words, Gai Nie doesn't want to hate at all.

……

Looking at Wei Zhuang's paranoid eyes that were almost crazy, Gai Nie's calm eyes were a little hesitant. For the first time, he was not sure if he was doing the right thing. He opened his mouth slightly hesitantly: "Xiao Zhuang?"

Wei Zhuang knelt beside the man, put his hands on Gai Nie's shoulders, slowly lowered his head, approached Gai Nie's ear, and said in a low, almost inducing tone: "Brother, you know that I am from a royal family. ,right?"

Warm and humid air sprayed in the ear, and Ge Nie, who had never been so close to a person, couldn't help but tense his muscles, slowly gathering the last strength.

"Senior Brother is all about swords, so naturally he doesn't know about the despicable activities in the royal families. But... I can tell Senior Brother how my father punishes those who are not obedient and always like to pretend to be noble!"

"Xiaozhuang!" Gai Nie scolded softly as the damp and hot object slipped into his ears.

Already anticipating the reaction of the person below him, Wei Zhuang effortlessly deflected that person's blow with all his remaining strength, restrained him, and freed up one hand to untie his belt, slowly, bit by bit. point, cruel...

"Father will tie them all...with rope, or with a whip..."

With an extremely slow and forceful gesture, Wei Zhuang pulled off Gai Nie's belt, and wrapped it around the man's wrist round and round, tightly knotting it, leaving no room for turning around.

The amber pupils of the man below were a little confused, a little unbelievable, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

That's right, Gai Nie was already there when Wei Zhuang entered Ghost Valley at the age of 17.Except for the master, no one knows Gai Nie's background, and Gai Nie has only swords, ghost valleys, and common people in the world from the very beginning.

When he came out of the valley, Gai Nie was already a man who bore the title of 'Sword Master', and no one in the world could get close to him. It was not until many years later that he met Tianming's father that he was the only one in the world. recognized friends.

Therefore, it is normal for him not to understand what he is about to face.

……

Without the shackles of the belt, the white rough linen robe was opened a little messily, revealing the ivory skin inside, the criss-crossing old wounds, and the bare|naked chest most of which was wrapped in bandages.

"Come again, the father will be like this..."

The fangs penetrated, slowly, bit by bit, into the flesh and blood, like the strongest white wolf king on the grassland, finally got the prey he had longed for, and slowly pierced his sharp long teeth into the neck of the prey, enjoying The most loyal blood of its prey.

Just like the rituals in ancient tribes.

The sharp teeth pierced the skin, and even Ge Nie instinctively stretched his body to the extreme, wanting to use his flesh and blood to resist such an aggressive devouring.Different from the damage caused by sharp blades, such a slow cut deliberately magnified the pain countless times.

The eyebrows of the man below him were slightly tightened, and there was a trace of undetectable fluctuation on the face of Yishi Qingjun, and the gray eyelashes fluttered.

Wei Zhuang raised his body halfway, still clasped the man tightly with his lower body, raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to remove the black crane cloak on his body, and threw it aside: "Does it hurt? Brother, this is just the beginning ………”

After taking off his clothes, Wei Zhuang revealed his bronze-colored, strong and strong upper body. He bent down again and said, "I heard that father and the others will do this again—"

The hands of martial arts practitioners who hold swords all the year round, the fingertips and joints are covered with thin calluses, slide into the clothes without any hindrance, caress the flat and tight waist, and linger on the same powerful, tough and vigorous hands. His body—this is a body that has been practicing swordsmanship all year round. It is clean and flexible, without a trace of extra lines, and has a magic power that makes the fingertips unable to stop.

No matter how dull he was, Gai Nie understood.Although he has not experienced it, he does not understand it.When he was traveling in the early years, he had been a guest in the houses of nobles from various countries, so he naturally knew that nobles like to keep some beautiful men and women in their homes.Nowadays, people in the world, especially princes and nobles, all think that masculinity is an elegant thing.

From Ge Nie's point of view, the so-called "elegance" is just a whitewash for his own dirty thoughts.

However, right now...

Ge Nie couldn't hide his shock and anger, he gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Zhuang, you - stop!"

Wei Zhuang's hand paused for a moment, as if he really thought about Gai Nie's words, his blue pupils looked at the somewhat annoyed person below him: "Stop? Brother, I gave you a chance..."

This momentary pause made Ge Nie feel a little hopeful, but when he heard Wei Zhuang's answer, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Chance?gave?

Wei Zhuang smiled, with sympathy that he couldn't tell whether it was regret or gloating in his eyes, he moved his hand from Gai Nie's body to the junction of his chin and neck, stretched out his nails and drew a mark there: "Brother, you are in the Mohist family. , What did I say to you when you pointed the broken sword at me?"

[From the first day we met, one of us was doomed to fall...]

【bring it on! 】

Ge Nie remained silent.

Seeing all the reactions of the man, Wei Zhuang let out a laugh from his throat, just like at that time in the Mohist Trap City, as if everything was under control: "Brother, I gave you a chance to kill me... But you didn't catch it."

Gai Nie looked at Wei Zhuang with his silent eyes: "So you won."

Using force between his fingers, the sharp nails pierced the fragile skin, and red liquid leaked out. Wei Zhuang squinted his blue eyes, stared at the man under him, and said, "Brother, you still don't understand..."

"What I want is not what you gave me..."

"..." Ge Nie was slightly puzzled.

"Ten years ago, when you betrayed your master and left Ghost Valley, I thought you already understood..." Wei Zhuang raised his knees, and bit by bit he pushed between Gai Nie's legs.

Gai Nie's face was as white as rice paper, he gritted his teeth to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and said, "I didn't betray the Guigu faction."

Wei Zhuang said disapprovingly: "You have violated the oath you made when you entered Ghost Valley for the first time. You forgot what you said, and you also betrayed our three-year war. But..."

Picking up Ge Nie's clothes with a finger, Wei Zhuang covered the mottled scars on Ge Nie's body with one hand, and the white bandage that had just been put on was already slightly bleeding. Wei Zhuang sneered: "These are all It's no longer important, what's important is that, thanks to senior brother, I already know - what I want, I have to get it myself!"

Bowing his head to bite Gai Nie's new wound on the shoulder and neck, Wei Zhuang's words gradually disappeared on the skin, somewhat vague and obscure: "If I want to defeat you, I just need to find you and defeat you."

The touch that was completely different from before became more aggressive. Ge Nie's eyes that had been silent for a long time fluctuated, and without thinking about it, his knee suddenly exerted force, and kicked Wei Zhuang's weak rib.

Wei Zhuang smiled and clasped Ge Nie's knees inwardly, and mercilessly knocked on the bloody canal of the neck bone. Ge Nie was so painful that he broke out in cold sweat, and all the internal strength that had been gathered just now disappeared.

Wei Zhuang smiled cruelly: "If I want to trample you under my feet, I just have to do it—"