【Quick Pass】Guide to the Complete Resurrection of the Unlucky Egg

Chengying tossed and turned at night, unable to sleep.

Closing his eyes was the scene before parting, Wu Beichi pressed him on the cushion of the carriage, and the tip of his tongue drove straight into his teeth.

As if to commemorate this silent parting, they entangled endlessly until death.Wu Beichi bit Chengying's tongue, and Li Chengying also left bloody tooth marks on Wu Beichi's collarbone.

After all, I couldn't hold back for a moment.

The night was eerily silent, not even a clapper was knocked.

He is now far away.

Li Chengying made such a sound, in the night where the needles could be heard, suddenly there was a soft sound of the door panel opening and closing.Light as a sigh in the wind, almost imperceptible.

He had never been so alert before.

But in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, the only sensory function is infinitely magnified.It was because he had a secret hope in his heart - before he left, would Wu Beichi come to see him again?

However, it was not a single person who crept forward. Before they approached, Li Chengying heard many people panting.

"who!"

He had never experienced such a moment before, he was terrified, and the moment he turned over and sat up, he opened the fire folder next to the pillow - a room full of people, like ghosts.

The faces were hidden in the darkness, like ghosts under the dim light of the fire.

They held knives and axes in their hands, reflecting the terrifying red light of the fire pocket.

Li Chengying felt that every cell in his body was exploding, and the fear of suffocation swept across his face, and a layer of cold sweat burst out of his back instantly.

"Kill this dog."

In the dark, I don't know who said that.

With a flick of Li Chengying's wrist, the torch was extinguished instantly and fell to the ground.He didn't wait for Wu Beichi's farewell before leaving, but he waited for the executioner who wanted his life.

With a sound of "Dang!", an ax fell on the bed where Li Chengying slept.

Half of his body was numb from the blown by the wind, driven by fear and survival instinct, Cheng Ying punched the man in the face, picked up the ax conveniently, jumped off the bed and stepped back step by step.

"Someone! Somebody!"

He waved his ax chaotically to defend himself, and called out to the guards in terror.The matter had been revealed, those people no longer covered up, they lit the torches of Rongrong turpentine, and with murderous intent, they rushed towards Chengying.

"This is a serious crime of beheading, which will harm your descendants and affect the entire family!" Li Chengying desperately tried to escape from the maddened mob.

He didn't want to die, he had to live until the fifth day of May.

"Anything is death." The strong man at the front held a long knife for killing pigs and deboning pigs, and his tone was gloomy, like a monster in the abyss, "There was a severe drought a few years ago, and there was no harvest. The national tax was paid and the country mourned. Grain, you eunuch are here, still chasing after you for food!"

"We have long committed the crime of beheading. Without food, we will die sooner or later."

"I don't want your food!" Cheng Ying hurriedly said, "I'm the adopted son of Superintendent Li Huan, I can exempt you from taxes, and you don't have to pay any more food you owe!"

The few leaders looked at each other when they heard the words, as if they were weighing the pros and cons, guessing how true or false his words were.

Hidden in the dark light of the fire, someone sternly said: "He is a stray dog! Can you believe what a stray dog ​​says! Today he lied to us with his rhetoric, and another day he will lead soldiers to kill our nine clans!"

"kill him!"

"Kill Li Huan's son, except for this scourge!"

Angry emotions are like a fire that ignites withered grass, burning thousands of miles.Everyone lost their minds, and the frantic tenants were like a pack of wolves about to carve up their prey, catching up step by step and cornering Chengying in a leisurely manner.

The commotion has become so loud, why are dozens of guards still sleeping soundly?

There was no way for him to retreat, and behind him was a bolted wooden window.

Chengying thought of the window in the mansion's study room that opened to the west. In spring, pear trees were full of trees, and the room was full of fragrance.Wu Beichi used to paint there, a scribbled picture of pear blossoms pressed into branches, which is still hanging by the window.

Pear blossoms will never wither.

And he, it seems, will never go back.