Why does the shark I picked bite people?

Shang Bieyun turned and walked to the side of the shelf where the qin knives were hung, took off the qin knives of different sizes one by one, held them up to eye level, and inspected the blades against the light: "Exactly."

"No wonder...so much blood was shed."

"What else? It's like breaking an arm." Shang Bieyun put down a knife, picked it up again, and wiped it with his fingertips: "It's not right, maybe it hurts more than a broken arm."

Cheng Jiao's eyes followed Shang Bieyun's back, he held back for a while, but still didn't ask, he just said: "...the injury was too serious, so even with the self-healing ability of a mermaid, he still lost blood and fell into a coma."

Shang Bieyun picked the most satisfactory one from a row of qin knives. It was about the length of a palm and shaped like a piece of iron. He was awake, and was raising his hand to knock on the door, but when I passed by, he was pinched and passed out."

Cheng Jiao: "..."

"What's the matter? Otherwise, who knows what he said when he opened his mouth? Besides, it's okay if he faints. If he faints, he won't suffer later."

Cheng Jiao looked at Shang Bieyun's fingertips flying blades, and then at the unknown mermaid on the table: "We...just leave him like this? Don't we need to give him medicine first?"

Shang Bieyun dragged a chair from behind, sat down directly, and called Cheng Jiao: "Come on, you sit too, don't worry."

Cheng Jiao didn't hesitate, dragged a chair, and sat next to Shang Bieyun.

The two sat facing the table, looking at the body on the table that had gradually stopped bleeding. For a while, no one spoke, only the blade of Shang Bieyun's fingertips, scratching the air, making the sound of an insect flapping its wings. hum.

It was Cheng Jiao's voice that first entered the silent air: "Sir, let's go from Jinghu in a while."

"Ah?" Shang Bieyun didn't hear clearly, and the hand turning the knife stopped.

"In a while, Mr. is leaving from Jinghu Lake. I heard from Cong Yin that there is an underground canal leading to the open sea in Jinghu Lake. When I go out in a while, sir, wait for my gesture, and I can delay Ji Chengfeng for three breaths. With Mr. It is enough to snatch Cong Yin to the edge of Jinghu Lake, as long as they get into the water, they will not be able to resist Mr. He."

Shang Bieyun twitched the corner of his mouth, with great interest: "Oh? Then you can't escape. What are you going to do?"

The corners of Cheng Jiao's eyes and brows didn't move, and he just said calmly: "I don't have any mermaid features in my body, even if they catch me, it's okay. Zuo is just a sin of hiding. But if Mr. and Cong Yin are caught... "

Shang Bieyun interrupted him, moved his face to Cheng Jiao's side, resting his chin in his hands, with a very innocent look: "Wouldn't it be better to kill those two people directly? You don't have to be arrested."

The words were close to Cheng Jiao's ear, there was a sense of familiarity in his voice, for some reason, Cheng Jiao secretly gave a series of shocks from the spine up.But he pressed well, without showing a trace on his face, he turned to look at Shang Bieyun: "I thought Mr. didn't kill people, and he didn't like me to kill people."

Shang Bieyun shrugged: "If you don't do it for yourself, it will be destroyed by heaven and earth. In special circumstances, you can kill it if you kill it."

"I just thought about killing him." Cheng Jiao looked carefully at Shang Bieyun's face, but the expression on Shang Bieyun's face didn't move at all.He paused, and then said: "It's just that the identities of these two people are very difficult. Especially that Yao Ke, who disappeared in Mr.'s house for no reason, Wuzanglou will never let it go. With the power of Wuzanglou, even for a while If you can't catch your husband for a while, you will hide in Tibet, and there will be no peace. And maybe Hui Niang and Zhanming will be brought out together. I know this is the last thing you want to see, and you won't kill them .”

Shang Bieyun looked at Cheng Jiao, suddenly smiled, and quickly flicked the tip of Cheng Jiao's nose with both hands: "You child, you are always so serious, it's not fun."

Cheng Jiao touched the tip of his nose, spread his hands, and looked at his fingertips: "So, sir, will you listen to me?"

"Of course not." Shang Bieyun sat back.

"Oh." Cheng Jiao nodded, and he was not surprised to hear the expected answer.

Shang Bieyun stretched out a finger and clicked on the person on the table: "You didn't include this old man in your plan just now. What should he do?"

"His tail has been cut off, even if it falls into their hands, he won't suspect in the direction of the merman. Is the sir afraid that he will lose his sense of propriety and talk nonsense after waking up?"

Shang Bieyun shook his head, raised his chin towards the table and said, "Look again."

Cheng Jiao didn't know why, so he looked at the table case.

While the two were talking, the man's wound had completely stopped bleeding, and the color of the wound had turned a darker red.Not only that, but the skin around the wound has formed inconspicuous folds, which is exactly what the wound looks like when it is about to heal.

Cheng Jiao couldn't see why, and when he was in doubt, his eyes swept over, as if he could vaguely see a tiny white spot in the middle of the wound moving slightly, the degree was very slight, it seemed that it was just a hallucination under the eyes.

Cheng Jiao frowned, stepped forward, bent down to examine carefully.

After seeing it, he couldn't help but took two steps back, turned around, and looked at Shang Bieyun in disbelief.

When the wound was first seen, there was a small piece of broken bone stubble, buried in the flesh and blood, with a little head protruding.Looking at it now, the bone stubble has turned into a bone bud about half the length of a fingertip, with a slightly pointed top.Round and smooth, no section can be seen at all.

Shang Bieyun held the piano knife in his hand and stood up: "If he doesn't die, if he is caught and thrown into a prison, at least one month and at most three months, he will be able to grow a full beard, a full tail and a long tail again."

He stood beside Cheng Jiao, and the two looked down at the short bone bud together: "At a time like this, this kind of self-healing ability is not good."

Cheng Jiao didn't speak, the expression on his face was dark and unclear.

At this moment, a low moan of pain suddenly came from the man's mouth hanging by the table—the pain was doubled when the wound healed, and he woke up from the pain.

Cheng Jiao's face changed suddenly, his body was instinctive, and the side of his palm formed a knife, slashing at his neck.

The hand reached the neck, but it was hanging.

Shang Bieyun held Cheng Jiao's arm with his hands, and said softly, "No hurry, just wait for him to wake up, and ask first."

Cheng Jiao withdrew his hands and stood aside, Shang Bieyun squatted down and patted the man's face: "Hey, hey, are you awake?"

The man struggled to open his eyes and blinked twice: "...here is..."

"My house. I, Shang Bieyun, do you know me?" Shang Bieyun pointed at the tip of his nose.

The man's consciousness is still a little slack: "Shang...don't say...Shang, don't say..."

"Are you awake?" Shang Bieyun became impatient again, and muttered to himself, turning around to ask Cheng Jiao, "If I slap him twice again, will he wake up completely, or will he faint again?"

Cheng Jiao didn't know what to say, but at this moment, the man suddenly fell into a convulsion, pulled himself up with all his strength, and grabbed Shang Bieyun's hand: "Ahem, tail cut! Is it you! It's you!"

Cheng Jiao took a step forward, shielded the man's arm with his shoulder, and took two steps back to protect Shang Bieyun, preventing the man from suddenly violently attacking others.

The man didn't move any more, he just coughed repeatedly as if he was exhausted.

Shang Bieyun patted Cheng Jiao on the shoulder: "It's okay, relax, you can't hurt me." Then he asked the man: "It's me, I found the right one. Just take a breath first, and I'll ask you a few more words."

When the man's breathing calmed down, Shang Bieyun asked, "Did someone else do it, or do it yourself?"

Cheng Jiao couldn't help but look back at Shangbieyun.

The man took a few breaths, his voice was a little hoarse, and he replied after a while: "...by myself."

Shang Bieyun twitched one corner of his mouth and chuckled, "I knew it." Whether it was ridicule, pain, or helplessness in his eyes, Cheng Jiao couldn't tell.

"Why?" Shang Bieyun then asked.

"She and I are going to get married..." The man didn't hesitate this time, with a hint of firmness in his tone.

"Ha." Shang Bieyun sneered directly, but didn't ask any more questions, and said to Cheng Jiao: "There is a jar of wine on the upper right of the cabinet, bring it here."

Cheng Jiao took the wine as he said, and handed it to Shang Bieyun.Shang Biyun lifted the wine seal, knelt down, pinched the man's chin, raised his face, and looked at him: "Who did you hear that you can come to me?"

The man smiled weakly.Only now did Cheng Jiao see his full face. Although he was very pale, he couldn't hide his handsomeness: "I'm young, only 50 years old, but when I was in my teens before I went ashore, I heard over your name."

Shang Bieyun curled his lips, noncommittal: "Then you don't believe in evil? Do you want to do it yourself?"

There was a hint of embarrassment on the man's face: "I have learned a few lessons since I went ashore, and I dare not trust others. When I got engaged to her two years ago, I wanted to come to you. It's just that I always want to try it myself before it's a last resort. , fight it out."

Shang Bieyun turned his face aside, and muttered: "Just in case, see what kind of trouble you have caused me."

As he spoke, he lifted the wine jar and poured it on the qin knife in his hand, and said in a calm tone, "What's your name?"

"Li Dongyuan."

"I named it myself? The one in the deep sea of ​​the East China Sea?"

"……Yes."

"What about the original family?"

"It's just me."

Shang Bieyun was silent for a while, then stood in the center of the table, with his hands tied, the smell of blood mixed with the smell of wine in the air.

Shang Bieyun's expression suddenly changed.Cheng Jiao had never seen such a look on his face.Solemn and quiet, but also with a power that makes people want to bow down.

"Dongyuan," Shang Bieyun asked solemnly, "Do you know that if it passes through my hands, there is no room for maneuver?"

"……Know."

"Do you know that from now on, between the sky and the sea, you will be a lonely bunch of ghosts, the two cannot tolerate each other, and you will be homeless everywhere?"

"Know."

"Do you know that no matter how close you are to her, you will never be able to tell her your identity?"

"……Know."

"Do you know that you can't stay with her forever, and you have to leave alone before your unfailing appearance arouses her suspicion?"

"Know."

"Okay." Shang Bieyun let out a breath slowly.

"Is it worth it?" he asked suddenly.

Cheng Jiao heard the man laugh softly, there was something in the voice that he couldn't understand, but it made him feel suffocated.

"It's worth it," he said.

Shang Bieyun didn't speak any more, he held the piano knife with both hands, raised it high, and stabbed it fiercely towards the man's wound.

Blood spattered out, and the man's miserable screams sounded.The blade was completely submerged, Shang Bieyun held the short handle of the knife, turned around and smiled at Cheng Jiao.

"Look, my domain is a domain where kings can land."

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