ink blade

It was clearly just a very light sigh, not even half a bit of sharp blame.

But Chu Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide in panic, as if several sizzling irons had been hit on his heart one after another, the pain was so painful that he wished he could just pass out.

However, there were bursts of chills in his bones, almost numb.As soon as his legs softened, Chu Yan staggered a few steps back, his five fingers tremblingly clasped on the table beside him, his whole body was on the verge of falling.

"you……"

what did he say?What did Aren say?

In the white trance, the man asked softly again: "The meaning of the lord, is it that you want the ink blade to enter the back room as a pet?"

The night was gentle, the candles were luxuriant, and the ink blade knelt in front of him.The guard's Qingjun fair face had a pale expression, and his eyes seemed to be filled with dark water.

Is it the fruit of his irreparable evil that flows inside?

Chu Yan almost relied on the support of the table to keep his body from slipping down. His lips trembled violently, and he could only utter a word that was like a groan: "No..."

He just felt that his mind was in a mess, how could Ah Ren think like this?How could I push Ah Ren to the point where he would think like this?

Mo Ren raised his head hesitantly, and called softly: "Master?"

Still those clear and cold eyes reflected everything clearly.

Chu Yan barely stood still, and took a few steps forward in a numb manner. He didn't know whether it was anger or pain, and his voice was a little trembling: "You are forcing the orphan."

He actually laughed hoarsely, pulled his five fingers violently, and clenched the left side of his clothes: "... Ah Ren, do you really want to cut out your heart for you when you talk like this? Hmm ?”

Mo Ren was startled suddenly, "Subordinate...!"

These words almost stabbed him into confusion in an instant, he hastily lowered his head and pleaded guilty: "The lord calm down, the subordinates dare not!"

The guard secretly regretted even more as he spoke, and finally reflected on what he said just now was really wrong.No matter what the lord did, it was not his turn to be qualified to speak, and he said: "It was Mo Ren who made a slip of the tongue, please give me the punishment from the lord."

"Punishment? Well, punishment..."

Chu Yan narrowed his eyes and let out a miserable smile, which was a bit grim.He suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, saying, "Very good, I will complete you. Stand up and draw your sword."

...drawing the sword?

The moment Mo Ren heard Chu Yan's words, he obeyed instinctively. He had already put his hand on the black scabbard, but he couldn't help but paused.

"..." With his finger on the cold sword hilt, he raised his eyes silently and looked at Chu Yan with complicated emotions.

Chu Yan slammed his palm on the table, and said angrily, "Why, you know how to disobey now? You draw your sword!"

"...Subordinates dare not," Mo Ren pursed his lips, he got up slowly, took the sword from his waist, and held it respectfully in front of Chu Yan, "Mo Ren obeys orders."

There was a soft clang.

The pale and thin palm slowly pulled out the three-foot green edge, revealing the sword body as thin as a cicada's wing and as dark as the night.

Chu Yan stared coldly at the long sword full of strange beauty and danger, and there seemed to be rolling waves hidden in his eyes.He stretched out a hand to cover Mo Ren's hand holding the hilt of the sword, and his knuckles suddenly tightened to a limit!

"Hmm..." The severe pain from his right hand made Mo Ren's face turn pale. He almost thought that Chu Yan was going to crush the bones of his hand, but the master's strength was very well controlled. Those who have tasted pain cannot break free.

Chu Yan maintained this posture and walked forward step by step, forcing Mo Ren to back up all the time. He didn't stop until Mo Ren's back hit the wall, and then reached out to hold the pulse gate of Mo Ren's left hand.

Mo Ren was indifferent to this, as if his hands were not his own, nor his life.

He kept his expression restrained all the time, his eyes fixed on the sword, guessing where it would slash towards him in a while.

He is not afraid.

He's made so many big mistakes these days and deserves to be punished.

He was just a little tired and sad.It wasn't because Chu Yan wanted to punish him, but because of Chu Yan's completely defensive posture.

The wall behind was too cold, and the coolness spread to the skin through the clothes.In fact, why bother? Could it be that the Lord doesn't know that as long as the punishment is ordered by him, Chu Yan, Mo Ren will never hide?

Even in his previous life, when the Lord abolished Bai Hua's dantian with a sword, he didn't say a word.

Even if he is not a well-behaved guard and a docile pet, isn't he still a cold iron that will be stepped on regardless?

Suddenly, he heard the Lord laugh again.

But he could tell, it was a very sad smile.

Chu Yan said softly: "Ah Ren, don't blame Gu."

Mo Ren was slightly stunned, and the Lord was muttering something close to him, with a gentle tone, "This man, once he is stupid, he really won't listen to persuasion...Gu used to be In this way, now, you are also..."

Chu Yan closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and his heart was cut like a knife, but he still said softly with difficulty: "At the beginning you begged Gu to believe in you like that, but Gu didn't listen. Now the retribution has come, and it should be the other way around. of--"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Yan twisted his wrist.In an instant, the sharp sword edge of "Mo" burst into a threatening cold light, and it was already pointing directly at his own chest!

Without the slightest hesitation, and without giving the owner of the sword any time to react, Chu Yan resolutely slammed towards the tip of the sword almost crazily.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, Chu Yan clearly saw a look of extreme horror suddenly appearing on Mo Renqing's handsome face, and the hand under his control had bulging veins, violently bursting out in resistance Strength.

He actually tasted a hint of anger-like pleasure.

...Who told you not to believe it.

Isn't it because you are afraid of Gu's shame, the kindness that Gu treats you will be exhausted one day?

If Gu Ruo died here at this moment, can it be said that he will never change in this life?

The cold iron object pierced the skin, bringing scalding pain, and the sword body penetrated deep into the flesh and blood, and accurately moved towards the beating heart cavity in the slowed down time.

Later, when Chu Yan recalled this moment, he might really have had the idea of ​​dying.

"My lord!!" The shrill cry resounded, and Mo Ren's expression turned pale.He struggled desperately, but his left hand was pinned to the pulse gate and he couldn't move. There was a wall behind him, and there was no way out.If he fights hard, how can he resist Chu Yan?

No matter how hard he fought, he couldn't stop Mo from going deeper and deeper.

Chu Yan's face was distorted by the pain, flames danced in his eyes like crazy, and a low growl came from his pale lips: "Do you know...you can even give you my life! Do you know! ?”

"My lord... my lord don't want it!!" Chu Yan's blood splashed onto Mo Ren's face, it was warm, and his pupils suddenly shrank in fear.

He has always been good at killing with one blow, so how could he not know that this sword is aimed directly at the heart!

What Chu Yan just said was not a joke.He used ten to ten percent of his strength in his hands, all relying on the ink blade to pull tightly.At this moment, if Mo Ren had even a moment of ineffective strength, Chu Yan would really be able to cut his heart out!

"You come and kill me, you should come and kill me!!"

Chu Yan was panting heavily in severe pain, his expression full of madness, "You, come and see! Come and see if Gu's heart is still red or hot!!"

Blood stains spread quickly on Chu Yan's lapel, and Mo Ren was already frightened to the point of flying away, "No, no, this subordinate knew it was wrong! My lord! Mo Ren is guilty, and this subordinate deserves death! I beg you, my subordinates, please let go—"

"I don't even look at you..."

Chu Yan suddenly choked up, "Ah Ren, even you won't watch..."

His eyes were red, and he stared at the ink blade that was close at hand paranoidly, and suddenly let out a low growl like a trapped animal from his throat: "--then what's the use of being reborn!! What's the point? Use it!?"

The ink blade is shaking, the right hand seems to be not his own, the brain is white and snowy, and he can't tell what night it is.

Only that sword, that pitch-black sword shuttles back and forth between past and present, piercing a beating heart.

Why is it not red, why is it not hot.

The red blood that splashed on his hands, face, and body, that burned him to the point of collapse, and made him feel helpless——

He could already see clearly that it was Chu Yan's blood!

Killing the master, is he going to be forced to kill the master tonight?Why did he and the Lord come to such a point...

The bright one is the golden sun when we met for the first time in the summer, the pale one is the heavy snow that caught our eyes when we died in the previous life, the drowsy one is the night, the beating candlelight is the beating, and the heartbreaking one is blood.

All the thick colors finally mixed together, the ink blade sank in the deepest place and suffocated, and the consciousness gradually became blurred.

In the end, he only heard a "Zheng" piercing sword cry, which made his eardrums hurt.

The pitch-black sword cut across the pitch-black night, splashing blood everywhere.

The ink had been deeply inserted into the beam, and the blood flowed down from the sword in streams, dripping into a small puddle.

"...!"

Mo Ren almost lost all strength, his legs went limp, and his back slid along the wall and sat on the ground.His face was bloodless, his teeth kept bumping up and down, and his hands were shaking, partly because of the excessive force just now, and partly because of fear.

Panting, he looked up and saw the blood-stained sword embedded in the beam, he couldn't believe it, he could actually blow the sword away under the master's hand...

The author has something to say: Xiuwen makes me painful and happy.It is better to write this kind of strong tension plot in one go, and the revision will inevitably be disturbed by the old text, especially when fine-tuning the emotions of the characters. But hair knife is still very happy! !It's so cool to send out sugar next door and send out knives here! !

Suddenly realized that I was also "recasting the broken blade".The texts that I really love are my own baby cubs. Whenever my mother feels that she has improved a bit, she always wants to give her baby something better.Thank you for looking at my baby oh, I will give you a knife to show my gratitude =w=

Small theater. The self-slapping scene of the Mo guard

Ink Blade: Subordinates will never blame the master.

Chu Yan: I. poke. I. myself

Mo Ren: This subordinate is very obedient, the master will fight wherever you point.

Chu Yan: Come and kill me! ! !

Mo Ren: The master is very talented and unparalleled in martial arts, and Ah Ren will not be able to catch up no matter how hard he works for 100 years.

Chu Yan: Gu is going to die—(Zheng!—Background sound of flying)—Wait, where is the sword in Gu Gang’s hand? ?

感谢在2020-02-1511:21:28~2020-02-1700:09:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: 34756255, Lianyu Butterfly Dream, Fallen Leaves Floating, Le 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：晏奕羲17瓶；江10瓶；廿柒、卡雅5瓶；余万丧3瓶；筱玖熙、北山1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!