Master, he never speaks

Zhu Jixiu's current expression was as if he had climbed out of hell. He looked horrified. His originally handsome cheeks were now stained with blood and tears, and there was a clearly visible murderous intent in his eyes looking at Zhu Hanshuang.

Zhu Jixiu: "Zhu Hanshuang, what do you think I'm going to do?"

Zhu Jixiu took another step forward, just this step, the white clouds above the heads of the three people began to change, and gradually turned into dark clouds, lightning as thick as a python shuttled between the clouds, and the wind in the sky became fierce up.

Zhu Jixiu: "You tell me what I have to do to make you like me and fall in love with me. How much do you want me to humble?"

Every time Zhu Jixiu uttered a word, the killing intent towards Zhu Hanshuang became stronger in his heart. How much Zhu Jixiu loved Zhu Hanshuang when he was awake, but when he was unconscious, all this love turned into Hate, hatred, radiating from the bottom of my heart.

Wen Yunsheng sensed the dangerous aura coming from Zhu Jixiu, subconsciously took a step forward, and stood in front of Zhu Hanshuang, his eyes hidden under the black veil looked at Zhu Jixiu vigilantly, for fear that Zhu Jixiu would do anything to Zhu Hanshuang up.

This is good, Wen Yunsheng's action completely stepped on Zhu Jixiu's thunder line, making Zhu Jixiu's already sensitive nerves tremble, he couldn't see anyone other than himself standing in front of Zhu Hanshuang.

Zhu Jixiu: "What is your identity, do you want to protect him!"

After Zhu Jixiu finished saying this, he swung his knife and slashed out. The domineering and terrifying sword energy slashed at Wen Yunsheng at an extremely fast speed, which was no longer a speed that could be caught by the naked eye.

Wen Yunsheng: "!!!"

Wen Yunsheng couldn't see this sword energy at all, and he couldn't avoid it. Even Zhu Hanshuang didn't see exactly how Zhu Jixiu was operating. Wen Yunsheng had already been cut by the sharp sword energy. body.

Wen Yunsheng: "Ahem..."

Wen Yunsheng couldn't bear this sword cut to his body at all. He still had unhealed internal injuries in his body, but he is doing well now, and he was attacked by Zhu Jixiu again. He didn't die on the spot, which is already considered My will is strong.

Zhu Hanshuang: "!"

Seeing Wen Yunsheng's body falling backwards, Zhu Hanshuang didn't think too much, he subconsciously hugged Wen Yunsheng in his arms, feeling distressed, and anxiously took off the black veil on Wen Yunsheng's face.

This time, he really saw the truth that Wen Yunsheng had been trying to hide from him.

Those weird and terrifying scars on Wen Yunsheng's face, at such a close distance, all fell into Zhu Hanshuang's eyes. These scars covered the boy's original handsome face, and one could guess the boy's face at a glance. What was the price paid.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Yun Sheng..."

Zhu Hanshuang's pupils shrank suddenly, and because he was too shocked, he gasped, and raised his fingers subconsciously, wanting to touch the scar on Wen Yunsheng's face.

But he was also afraid that Wen Yunsheng would feel pain, so he didn't dare to really touch it with his hands. In the end, his hands could only stop awkwardly in mid-air. If he observed carefully, he could find that Zhu Hanshuang's fingertips were trembling slightly, as if he was holding back something in his heart.

Zhu Jixiu: "What? Are you distressed?"

Seeing Zhu Hanshuang half-embracing Wen Yunsheng in his arms, Zhu Jixiu's inner killing intent rose little by little. He clenched the sword in his hand, and because of too much force, the hilt made a slight cracking sound .

Zhu Jixiu: "Does he make you feel bad? In your eyes, I am not as good as Wen Yunsheng, right?"

Zhu Hanshuang ignored Zhu Jixiu's words. He lowered his head silently and looked at Wen Yunsheng in his arms sadly. He could feel that Wen Yunsheng's body temperature in his arms was dropping little by little, and he was in danger of dying at any time.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Why do things always turn out like this..."

Zhu Hanshuang always felt that he was sorry for Wen Yunsheng, if it wasn't for him, Wen Yunsheng would be fine now, he wouldn't be injured, he wouldn't be in this state, and he wouldn't be in danger of dying.

Without Zhu Hanshuang's response, Zhu Jixiu's permanent blackening value soared all the way to 85%, stopping at a very dangerous value, and there was even a risk of continuing to climb.

Wen Yunsheng: "..."

With Zhu Jixiu's mood, the range of the dark clouds above his head doubled again, and the low air pressure on his body became more and more obvious, making it hard for people to breathe.

Wen Yunsheng: "Master...Master..."

Wen Yunsheng coughed, and blood flowed from the corner of his lips, slid all the way down Wen Yunsheng's pale cheeks, and finally dripped onto Zhu Hanshuang's white robe, staining that white piece red.

He still has a little bit of consciousness now, and his subconscious mind is telling him that Zhu Hanshuang is very dangerous now, he can't let Zhu Hanshuang fall into Zhu Jixiu's hands again, he wants to protect the master, he can't just fall down here.

But Wen Yun couldn't move, and he didn't have any strength in his body, let alone stand up and hold the sword. He could only be like a waste, lingering in Zhu Hanshuang's arms, and the horrible scar on his face swelled up.

Wen Yunsheng: "Master...don't...don't go with him..."

Wen Yunsheng spoke with a breathy voice, his whole body was a little weak, his voice was like the wind, but it fell clearly into Zhu Jixiu's ears.

Zhu Jixiu sneered, and he walked up to Zhu Hanshuang step by step. The closer he got to Zhu Hanshuang, the harder Zhu Hanshuang hugged Wen Yunsheng.

He was afraid that Zhu Jixiu would hurt Wen Yunsheng.

Zhu Hanshuang's reaction fell into Zhu Jixiu's eyes, which instantly increased Zhu Jixiu's permanent blackening value by 2%. Zhu Hanshuang said word by word:

Zhu Jixiu: "Come back with me."

What responded to him was deathly silence.

Zhu Hanshuang didn't speak, and didn't even respond to him, but silently hugged Wen Yunsheng in her arms, and transferred all the little spiritual power left in her body to Wen Yunsheng's body.

This attitude of indifference stimulated Zhu Jixiu. He could endure Zhu Hanshuang beating him and Zhu Hanshuang scolding him, but he couldn't bear it. Zhu Hanshuang regarded him as air and completely ignored him.

Zhu Jixiu: "I told you to look at me, don't you understand?"

Zhu Jixiu squeezed Zhu Hanshuang's chin with great force, which made Zhu Hanshuang assume a embarrassed posture, and even pinched Zhu Hanshuang's chin red, and there was the faint sound of bones breaking.

Zhu Hanshuang: "..."

Zhu Hanshuang's eyes were red with pain, but he looked at Zhu Jixiu expressionlessly, with a somewhat indifferent look, his eyes seemed to be accusing Zhu Jixiu of whether it was Zhu Jixiu who hurt Wen Yunsheng like this.

Zhu Jixiu was out of breath, he sneered, and with great malice in his eyes, he said word by word:

Zhu Jixiu: "You are suspecting that I made Wen Yunsheng like this, right?"

Zhu Hanshuang didn't speak, but her eyelids drooped. This silent and resistant gesture was obviously telling Zhu Jixiu in a different way...

Zhu Hanshuang was just doubting him and trying to kill him.