Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Going inside to stop the blood, when the fingertip touched the bloody acupuncture point, Sun Xiaowu twitched.

"Xiaojing, don't do this." Sun Xiaowu was very strange that he couldn't feel the sadness of death, and now he was still thinking about embarrassment, "That guy gave me medicine, and it couldn't stop the bleeding. He said..." Sun Xiaowu gritted his teeth: "He said he likes the lubrication of fresh blood."

Song Jing cast the Bell of Yulin on Sun Xiaowu one after another, seeing Sun Xiaowu's facial features with his eyes, the black energy was still spreading, and there was still a little distance to seal his facial features.

"Why are you blushing?" Song Jing finally saw the blush on Sun Xiaowu's face, and his anger was stuck in his throat, "Do you know that you are going to die soon?"

"I know." Xiao Wu showed his teeth and smiled brightly, the pain in his body seemed to come from a distant cloud, "But Xiao Jing, you have been touching his butt..." He buried his face on the bed , the muffled voice came: "I'm shy."

Song Jing moved the palm that was clasping Sun Xiaowu's buttocks tightly. He was trying to stop the bleeding, and the blood on his hands was so sticky.

Taking a deep breath, Song Jing never had the sad feeling that Sun Xiaowu was about to die: "I brought Little Wolf here, do you want to see him?"

Sun Xiaowu's smile froze for a moment: "I thought you were reluctant to bring him here."

His complexion became paler, and the blood on his lips disappeared and became almost transparent: "I still want to see him."

"Cover me." Sun Xiaowu reminded, and saw Song Jing put aside the blood-stained quilt expressionlessly, pulled the new quilt on the bed to cover herself, and then walked out.

Han Bai was kicked off the third floor by the little wolf at this moment, and his life and death are unknown.

Han Zhang has become a blood man. If the six sticks of light hadn't firmly imprisoned him, he would have fallen to the ground directly.

"I'm an official of the imperial court, are you monks rebellious?" He was still muttering this sentence.The little wolf's cold face was not moved at all, and he slashed mechanically, leaving some scars, and the bones were deep.

Although he really wanted Little Wolf to continue to torture the damned Han Zhang like this, but Sun Xiaowu was running out of time.

Song Jing wondered why she was still so rational and calm, stood aside and said softly, "Little Wolf, Sun Xiaowu is dying, I want to see you for the last time."

The movement of the little wolf's hands suddenly stopped, and he turned his head slowly, looking at Song Jing with a glint of silver in his eyes, and gradually, the silver light faded away, revealing the confused and clear eyes of the little wolf.

"Brother Xiaojing, what did you say?"

The six-stick light prison shattered in an instant, scattered into pieces of golden light and disappeared into the air, and Han Zhang fell in blood everywhere.

The little wolf didn't look at Han Zhang, but just stared at Song Jing's lips.

"Xiao Wu is going to die." Song Jing pointed to the room, "He wants to see you. Leave the matter here to me."

The little wolf's face changed suddenly, his feet were weak and staggered, and he ran into the room quickly.

"You wait." Han Zhang raised his head in the pool of blood, his eyes were venomous, "I will make your life worse than death."

"I'll make your life worse than death right now." Song Jing smiled softly, narrowing her slender phoenix eyes, flashing a cold smile, "How did you treat Xiao Wu, and how I treated you. But good?"

Song Jing looked left and right, walked into a room, and took down a decorative sword from the wall. The sword was exquisite in appearance, and the hilt was carved like a pair of dragons playing with pearls. He held it in his hand, but he couldn't fully grasp it with one hand. .

Throwing down the scabbard, Song Jing walked slowly, knelt down beside Han Zhang's body, glanced at the corner, and said with a light smile, "I'm not interested in Master Han's body, so how about using it for me?"

Han Zhang looked at the dangling thing in front of him through a layer of blood film, a thick and uneven hilt.His face became paler all of a sudden, and he said harshly, "You dare, you..."

"Ah—" He didn't finish his threatening words, Song Jing held the hilt of the sword with his hand, and inserted it from behind him.

After only halfway in, the hilt of the sword was caught by Han Zhang's tense muscles.

"Where is the virgin." Song Jing laughed softly without any emotion, and pinched Han Zhang's thigh with the other hand, "Hey, is this how you broke Xiao Wu's leg?"

He pressed his hands hard, and there was a crisp "cracking" sound. Accompanied by Han Zhang's scream of pain, his thigh was broken and twisted abnormally to one side.

He took the hilt of the sword and inserted it further: "There is still one leg short, no wonder it still can't be inserted."

Han Zhang looked desperate and resentful, his eyes harbored deep hatred, and his other thigh was broken abruptly. The pain made him peel Song Jing to pieces in his heart, and secretly vowed in his heart that if he could survive, he would make Song Jing ten thousand times stronger. repayment.

Song Jing seemed to see what he was thinking, and with force in his hand, he completely submerged the hilt of the sword into Han Zhang's body: "Do you think I will let you live? If Xiao Wu is dead, you will go to hell to accompany him. He paid back his debt with his own hands."

"Ah—" Han Zhang screamed, his body seemed to be torn apart abruptly, he looked at Song Jing's palm stretched towards his neck, with the blood from Sun Xiaowu's body on it, coagulated on the pale palm, strangely As for Qi Yan, with despair in his eyes, he couldn't help closing his eyes and shouting, "Don't kill me."

Song Jing curled her lips evilly, her slender eyes were ruthless, her palms were pressed against his neck, her fingers were clenched into claws, and she was about to break his neck so abruptly.

But a hand stretched out from the side, slender and white, and gently held Song Jing's arm, but Song Jing couldn't move anymore.

"Master Qingli, have you had enough fun? Come back with me."

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It's four thousand again~~Xiaoqian asks for tickets and collects......

49 Snowy Night

更新时间2010-5-48:08:00字数：2989

"Aren't you just watching from the sidelines and not interfering?" Song Jing raised her head, her slender eyes narrowed, "Butler Wu."

Wu Qihan had an indifferent face, as if no one could be seen in his eyes, and said indifferently: "It's okay to torture him, but it will be more troublesome for the court officials to die here."

Han Zhang raised his head, his voice was a little weaker: "The Tantai family? Butler Wu, save me. Kill them."

"The second young master of the Xiao family, you must die however you want." Wu Qihan said indifferently, "Just don't die at the gate of our Tantai family, we cannot bear the emperor's blame."

When he talked about the emperor, his tone was flat, as if he was talking about ordinary people. In the eyes of monks, mortals with short life spans and fragility are small and unworthy of mentioning.

The monks respect Lord You because Lord You is also a monk with advanced cultivation.For the emperor, it can only be regarded as a vain coping, but in fact it is still looking down from above.

Han Zhang turned pale, monk, damned monk, damned Tantai family.

He clenched his hands into fists, bent down on the ground, and fell silent.Anyway, Wu Qihan won't let him die in Xiao Qingli's hands now.

Xiao family, one day, I will cut off your incense.

Song Jing got up and looked at Wu Qihan: "I want to stay a little longer."

Wu Qihan stood away with his hands down: "There is only half a stick of incense time."

Han Zhang on the ground was directly ignored by the two, leaving him alone with resentment constantly growing in his heart.

Song Jing was standing outside the door, Xiao Lang and Xiao Wu would probably have a lot to say.For a moment, his mind was turbulent, Jingchen's life was really fragile.Peach Blossom Demon, Lancai, Xiao Wu, whether it is a demon or a human, in the face of power or power, life is as fragile as yellowed paper, and it will shatter when you reach out and touch it.

The little wolf in the room knelt on the ground, leaning against the edge of the bed, looking at Sun Xiaowu with red eyes.Sun Xiaowu was laid on the bed by Song Jing, turned his head with great difficulty, and blinked at the poor little wolf: "Little wolf, why are you crying? Those of us who hang out in the slums will die sooner or later." .I'm ready."

He moaned a few times: "It's just that I didn't expect to die so uselessly." Looking up at the pup's clear eyes, he felt that the resentment and resentment in his heart were washed away by the gentle spring, leaving only calm and peace.

"Hey, don't cry. Let me talk to Xiaojing for a while, okay? Little wolf?" Sun Xiaowu smiled with white teeth, still dazzling in the candlelight.

Little Wolf nodded, stood up and walked outside, looked at Song Jing with red eye circles, and burst into tears: "Brother Xiaojing, I want to go in after crying outside."

Song Jing drooped her eyelashes, moved her steps, passed the little wolf, and walked into the house.

"Sure enough, good people don't live long, Song Jing, am I going to die?" Sun Xiaowu looked at Song Jing sadly, just like when he walked out of the slums today, he raised his head in melancholy, reflecting the flickering candlelight, Eyelashes cast a light shadow on the face.

Song Jing didn't answer, and sat beside him, looking at his gradually rosy face, in her heart, this was the reflection of the light.There were traces of coolness in his heart, like tears flowing, he looked at Sun Xiaowu's black eyes and said: "Xiao Jing, I'm hiding something from Xiaolang."

"When I picked up the little wolf, he hadn't lost his memory. His eyes were cold and cold. You would never have imagined a little wolf like that. But I could see the kindness in his eyes." Sun Xiaowu stared at Song Jing indifferently. face, and whispered, "That's why I couldn't help but take him home after he passed out."

"The little wolf who woke up lost his memory. I wanted him to accompany me. I didn't mention the past to him. I packed up a few of his personal belongings and hid them under the bed in the house."

"There is a jade pendant, the words on it I recognize