Slag Gong crying and begging for my forgiveness [Quick Transmigration]

Nan Xing's footsteps were weak, he looked at the sky, it was already evening, not far from ion time, Nan Xing already felt his body's internal energy gradually draining, his health was extremely poor, without internal energy support, even daily activities would be very difficult.

He touched the end of the door with his finger, and leaned on it. Fo'er was already beside him, and said respectfully: "Master."

Knowing that Nan Xing lost all his martial arts on the fifteenth night of every month, except for Yu Nie, who is Fo'er, he knew that Fo'er would be by his side on this day, because Nan Xing could kill even an ordinary person on this day.

As soon as he saw Fo'er, he thought of the extremely cold Hanyu Cave. Hearing his voice was like urging him to die, and he didn't even want to see him. Nan Xing snorted and ignored him. He walked very slowly, and Fo'er was right next to him Follow behind slowly, very close, afraid that he will fall.

"Treat me as a cripple." Nan Xing gritted his teeth and said.

Buddha remained silent, and took a long time to escort him back to the room.

Nan Xing shuddered in the room, his internal strength gradually disappeared, and the cold medicinal properties spread in his flesh and blood, making him even colder, but there is no charcoal in the room today.

Nan Xing was extremely irritable in his heart, stumbled and swept the table with his sleeve robe, the precious jade ornaments fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and broke into many jumbled wastes.

With a bang, Nan Xing dropped another precious porcelain vase, and he lost his temper, pointing at Buddha's ear and nose and cursing: "Get out! Get out!"

He scolded anxiously, leaned over the table and coughed uncontrollably, his pale and thin wrists stretched out from the wide sleeves, and his fingers grabbed the edge of the table vigorously, his body turned red from coughing, and his thin and thin shoulders trembled He kept on, showing a tragic sickness.

Fo'er came to look at him, but before he got close, Nan Xing grabbed an inkstone and threw it at it.

"roll!"

Foer didn't dodge, he was hit straight by the inkstone, blood flowed from his forehead, and meandered from his high nose bridge to his chin, he didn't even blink his eyes: "Master, it's time. "

Nan Xing shuddered, his whole body trembled, he curled up on the chair and hugged himself into a ball, his tone weakened: "Fo'er, I'm cold."

Nan Xing's teeth were chattering, his fingers grabbed the armrest of the chair, Fo'er slightly leaned over and said to him: "Master, it's time to practice."

The so-called practice is to go to the Hanyu Cave and be locked up for one night. Nan Xing's grip on the chair became tighter, and he said, "You send someone to send charcoal to the furnace. I'm too cold. I'll pass after warming up."

Fo'er was unmoved, and still said: "Master, it's almost time."

"No!" Nan Xing shouted sharply, "I won't go! I won't go today!"

Fo'er stared at him, and suddenly picked him up. Nan Xing firmly grabbed the chair, and yelled viciously: "Fo'er, how dare you! I should kill you! Who gave you the courage, I will let the foster father kill you! "

Foer opened his eyes and looked at him lightly. His palm lightly touched the handle of the chair Nan Xing was holding. The handle of the chair broke as if cut by a sharp knife. He grabbed his neck, but Nan Xing, who had no inner strength, limply didn't make a mark, only scratched a few red marks on his face.

Nan Xing's long black hair hung down in a mess, he suddenly felt something slipping off his face, and then the night wind blew over, and the thin sweat on his face was blown cold by the wind.

With a "click", the mask fell to the ground.

Nan Xing was as quiet as a good cat in an instant, his whole body was stiff, and then he shook violently, his eyes widened and he shouted nervously: "Mask! Be quick! My mask!"

Fo'er stepped over the mask, held him and walked forward without looking sideways. Nan Xing tightly grasped the hem of his chest, buried his face in his arms, and cursed softly like a blind maniac. After a few times, he finally just swallowed: "Pick up the mask." Gritting his teeth, he finally said, "Please."

Ferr's footsteps paused, but he only paused for a moment, and then continued to walk forward.

Nan Xing didn't dare to make a sound anymore, there were many people in Jue Ming Palace, if he made a sound, he would be seen and heard, he would rather die than be seen in such a state of embarrassment, and he didn't want to kill them all.

Fo'er's martial arts are extremely high, his internal strength is deep, and his steps are very fast, and he brought him to the cold mouth in a short while.

He didn't stay for a moment, and quickly walked in with the person in his arms. He placed Nan Xing on the cold jade bed.The biting cold in the cold was like Ling Chi's torture, Nan Xing stared at him full of hatred, half as beautiful as a demon and half as ghastly as a devil, he was gloomy like a deadly ghost.

Fo'er rustled in the darkness for a while, and lit a white candle beside the bed. Under the dim yellow light, Nan Xing saw a mask as thin as a cicada's wing on his right hand.

"That mask is too heavy, so I bought a new one for the master."

Nan Xing was stunned for a moment, the biting cold made his thinking a little dull, Fo'er half knelt on the ground, wiped off the wetness on his face with his hands, pinned his messy black hair behind his ears, and personally put on the new clothes for him. The mask was carefully buttoned and locked.

The new mask fitted his face seamlessly, and was as thin as a cicada's wing. Nan Xing didn't feel the weight, as if the feeling of not wearing a mask made him very insecure. He touched his face with his hands, touched it By the time the mask was actually put on his face.

Nan Xing reached out and grabbed the corner of Fo'er's clothes, he was a little confused from the cold, and asked softly: "I'm so cold, Fo'er, take me away..."

Fo'er stood up, staring at Nan Xing's hand grasping the hem of his clothes with his eyes motionless, he broke off his fingers one by one without a moment's pause, and replied very respectfully: "This subordinate will come in tomorrow morning to pick up the master. .”

Nan Xing sat on the bed completely exhausted, his breath was short of breath due to the cold, but the breath he exhaled did not condense into a white mist, his body was already as cold as here, he stared at Fo'er's back, murmured Curse: "I'll kill you tomorrow..."

There was a heavy sound of the stone door closing at the entrance of the cave, accompanied by the cold metal chains, and with a bang, the entrance of the cave was locked.