My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

Cui Wei Dao stopped on the way, turned to Cui Yu and asked for a handkerchief, crumpled it up and stuffed it into my mouth: "Xiao Yu, bleeding is not good, you go out first."

Cui Yu couldn't bear it, she seemed to want to say something, but she was also afraid of Song Mingguang, she secretly glanced at him several times but didn't dare to say it, and left the middle tent obediently.

Seeing her leave, my heart was inexplicably relieved. I was already ugly enough to cry in public, and I would only get uglier after a while. No matter how shameless I am, I don't want all my ugliness to be seen by the little girl.

Cui Wei's knife landed on the inside of my forearm, pierced it from the end close to the wrist, and cut it straight down.Cui Wei's movements are very slow, so slow that it takes me three times as long to experience the pain; his knife is not stable, sometimes swings, sometimes slips, or trembles deliberately to maximize the pain.And the blood that Song Mingguang begged for me also followed the trajectory of his knife and the angle of my arm to form a line, and finally the blood coagulated from the elbow joint and fell into the porcelain bottle.

My mouth was blocked, and I couldn't scream. The blocked voice was muffled and hoarse, echoing in my body, almost grinding through my throat.

Cui Wei just tortured me on purpose and enjoyed it, but Song Mingguang turned a blind eye to it, and begging for mercy was useless.Cui Wei avoided my meridian blood flow and went to catch the blood gushing from the wound. This process was very slow, which made me unable to escape in the long-lasting pain.

Too slow, too slow.I feel in a trance that a blink of an eye is a year, and my breath is a spring and autumn, which makes me feel more tired in the pain.

"Relax a bit, don't struggle, don't you understand the principle that the more tense, the more painful?" Cui Wei smiled, and poked the tip of the knife deeper, "After all, it's the little boy who was raised at home, this delicate skin and tender flesh Is this the first time you have suffered such an injury?"

I don't want to talk to him, and I don't have the energy to talk to him.

But what he said reminded me that I had never been hurt by someone else's sword. Why?Why is Xia Yu and I connected by blood, but he is the only one who has been bleeding all these years?It hurt so much, the blade cut through the flesh, and the pain spread from the wound to the whole body, but he said that he got used to it, and it didn't hurt anymore.

Just like me now, there are three interlaced scars on my left arm, and my consciousness is gradually numb.

I looked up at the roof of the tent, relying on the person restraining me to keep my upper body barely upright, but in fact, there was nothing in my eyes, I couldn’t see anything, and my tears dried up, my thoughts were no longer here, even myself I can't catch it either.

"Hey, okay, are you still alive?" Cui Wei patted my face with the blade.

The knife is cold, the blood is hot, the hot blood wraps the cold knife, the strange feeling of being hit on the face makes me withdraw my mind slightly, at some point, Song Mingguang has picked up the porcelain bottle and turned to look at me.

"It doesn't matter if Yiyang is not here. I have kept his blood for a long time, and I haven't touched you. Can't you figure out the reason? Today's lesson is just hope you can remember. Even if I always love you and hate to kill you, you are not Irreplaceable, if you cherish your life, don't have second thoughts."

I nodded repeatedly, even though my bloody left hand was already the answer Song Mingguang wanted.

"Someone come and bandage him with medicine," Song Mingguang ordered, "Let Cui Wei take care of him from today on."

This order is tantamount to stabbing me hard again.

"Master Shushou," Mo Yuanshan took a step forward, "Young Master Xia has always been weak, this time he was injured and lost blood, why don't you let me come down to take care of you."

"Yuanshan," Song Mingguang said with a smile, "you are not the type to make trouble for yourself."

"It's just to share your worries." Mo Yuanshan saluted Song Mingguang.

"No need, Cui Wei can do such a small thing, but you make me worry." Song Mingguang not only did not agree, but also said something, "I am still willing to trust you. It is not worth it because of a small loss."

Mo Yuanshan stepped back after saying "yes", stood with his hands down and did not speak again.

……

Cui Wei returned the sick Cui Wei.After a few months, he had the opportunity to torture me again, and he would never let me have a good time. The fact is, as I expected, this man himself is disabled, but he still uses other methods of bullying to make me show "obedience".

"Do you know how attractive you are now?" Cui Wei took me back to his and Cui Yu's tent, and his mouth never stopped, "When I look at you, I feel that I should drain all the blood in your body. , or break your leg, tear open the wound and separate your flesh and blood, your screams must be very pleasant to hear."

I still ignored him, but silently sighed in my heart that Song Mingguang is the one with a dark heart, who knows everyone's weaknesses and dead spots, so he can pick out the softest spots.

"Why, is it so painful that I can't speak or don't want to answer me?" Cui Wei grasped my left hand, and the white cloth just wrapped it was already bleeding again.

I immediately gasped and bent down, almost unable to stand. Cui Wei hugged my shoulders affectionately, but secretly knocked me to the ground. He was still holding my hand, and my arm was twisted behind my back. , He also heard my cry of pain as he wished.

"Song Shushou handed you over to me, and I will take good care of you." Cui Wei let go of my hand, but half knelt down and pressed his knee on my lower back, preventing me from getting up. "I just want to ask Let me ask you, do you also feel regretful that nothing happened at my house that day?"

I feel sorry?Does Cui Wei think that everyone, like Cui Yu, regards his words as the standard, and that getting his pity is a gift?I feel that I am already very shameless, so it seems that Cui Wei is not as good as me, he is shameless and does not know it!

I still ignored him, just curled up on the cold ground, turning over to protect my injured arm.

Cui Wei didn't wait for my answer, and kicked me lightly a few times, but I didn't respond either. He seemed to think that I didn't have the strength to answer him now, so he left me alone and turned around to find Cui Yu.

"Oh! Is Xia Lin still alive?" Cui Yujin saw me and asked the same question as her brother.

"Of course he's still alive," Cui Wei put on another face in front of Cui Yu, "Xia Lin is your friend, that is, brother's friend, why would brother hit him hard?"

"But he looks like he's going to die soon!" Cui Yu spoke really bluntly.

It seemed that I was about to die, but I was bleeding a little more, and the wound hurt a little, and I thought I should still be saved.

"He just bleeds a little, he won't die." Cui Wei comforted Cui Yu, "Song Shushou asked me to take care of him."

Cui Wei hugged Cui Yu into his arms, and the two were intimate for a while, then suddenly turned around and told a man in black behind him, "You, hey, it's you, take care of him, don't let him make any small moves, change the medicine or something in the future It's up to you too - I won't serve him personally like Mo Yuanshan!"

The man in black took orders silently, brought a blanket from outside and spread it on the other side of the tent, and helped me get up and lie down on the blanket. I was exhausted but awake, and I saw the white cloth wrapped in my left hand from the side. It was all stained red with blood.

I can still have fun thinking that Xia Yu was really prescient in letting me wear that red robe, so that the red dress and red cloth will not be so conspicuous.