Beauty is sick

Pei Zhe's scalp was numb, and he looked at the tent next to him in a daze.

A thought suddenly came to his mind, if they had come earlier, would they have heard the voice of resistance and struggle?

Whether to let the young child die alive, or from the very beginning... These two possibilities kept tugging at his rationality. He wanted to know, but felt it was unnecessary.

Everything has happened and cannot be changed. What is left now is an unconscious body.

Jin Lingjiu knew that it was difficult for Pei Zhe to accept this result, but he did not expect that Pei Zhe's reaction would be so great.

The cold drops of water hit the back of his hand, but it seemed very hot, leaving a scar on his heart called "Pei Zhe". .

Only Pei Zhe.

This man with world-renowned talents, proud to the point of shame, unscrupulous to the bottom of his bones, undisciplined and bad taste, cried in front of him because of the indifferent person, and shed the manly tears that scholars are ashamed of.

Jin Lingjiu didn't know how he felt in his heart. He should have felt that Pei Zhe was crying and crying, but he felt a sense of admiration in his heart. His heart was beating fast and the drums were beating densely. He had never felt this way before.

Jin Lingjiu held Pei Zhe with one hand, and lightly touched his heart with the other hand. The dense pain was like spider webs, crawling all over his heart, and oozing out from it again.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and buried himself in the shoulder of the man in his arms.

Is this the feeling of distressed?

Is he feeling sorry for Pei Zhe?

"Jinling Jiu, I can't calm down."

Pei Zhe's voice was hoarse, like a rusty knife.

He didn't struggle, nor did he wantonly express his anger, he just spoke calmly, unable to calm down.

Jin Lingjiu closed his eyes: "I see."

Maybe he should have thought earlier that it was not Pei Zhe's style to calm down after knowing the truth.

"What do you want to do, kill them?" Jin Lingjiu rubbed against his neck, laughing lightly, "I'll help you, okay?"

If you want to avenge the death of innocent children, let me help you.

Jin Lingjiu knew that he was sinking, but he didn't want to struggle anymore.

The timing is not right now, he actually wants to tell Pei Zhe a word: I have been using and calculating others all my life, but I am willing to be a knife in your hand.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what love is and how to love.

His love for Pei Zhe is that he is willing to let Pei Zhe use him.

"We can't kill everyone." Pei Zhe could no longer calm down, but also retained his basic ability to judge, "I just don't want to wait, now is not the right time in my plan, but I can't be indifferent, Jinling Jiu, I Now I want to do something crazy and impulsive, would you like to accompany me?"

Before they expressed their intentions, they had already entrusted their lives.

"I told you the answer a long time ago. When I said to help you, I meant that I was willing." Jin Lingjiu raised his head and touched his eyelids with his lips. "When this matter is over, I have something to tell you."

He found that he couldn't take it anymore, seeing Pei Zhe liking him and holding back his awkward appearance, even though it made him happy, but at this moment he wanted a status even more, and wanted the two of them to be together in a legitimate way.

He wanted to completely possess the person in his arms.

This is his Pei Zhe, and he doesn't want to let it go.

The bonfire in the middle of the camp was scattered by the palm wind, and the sudden loss of light caused everyone to panic and shout.

"What happened? How did the fire go out?"

"Did someone do it on purpose, who the hell is making fun of people?"

"There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

"What the hell, don't shout nonsense, it's the wind, it seems to be quite windy tonight."

"what--"

A shrill roar suddenly sounded, and everyone was shocked, and rushed out of the camp one after another.

"What happened to that cry just now?"

"problem occurs!"

"Someone attacked!"

"It's a ghost, it's a ghost, those children are here!"

The sharp palm wind was like a knife, killing people with a knife, and people fell down one after another.

Most of Fanbang's soldiers were tall and strong, and they made dull noises when they fell to the ground, especially at night.

Pei Zhe and Jinling Jiu split up and acted separately. Pei Zhe was in charge of fishing in troubled waters, drawing everyone's attention to the young children and fooling around, aggravating the panic of the soldiers, while Jin Lingjiu entered the tent next to them where there was a sound of panting.

There were not many people in the tent, there were four in total, and none of them were vigilant. One of them was raped by the corpse, and he raised his head while maintaining his movements, staring blankly at Jin Lingjiu. Before he could react, his head was chopped off with a knife.

The knives used by Fanbang soldiers were very sharp. Jin Lingjiu was not a soft-hearted person. He was like chopping melons and vegetables.

The tent was full of blood, on the ground, on the bed, and on the surrounding tents.

Holding a knife, Jin Lingjiu stood among the corpses and blood. The soles of his feet were stained red, and he took a step, leaving a blurred bloody footprint, and blood splashed on him, exuding a disgusting bloody smell.

He bent down, stuck the knife on the ground, kicked away the headless body of the young child, pulled the quilt from the side, and covered the naked young child.

The little girl's stature has not yet grown, probably just over Jin Lingjiu's waist, her limbs are thin and thin, her small face is pale, her eyes are open, her expression is fixed between panic and despair.There is hardly a piece of good flesh on her body, all of which are bruised and purple, and there are traces of whips among them. It is conceivable what kind of injury she suffered before.

Jin Lingjiu's eyes were stained red with blood, he raised his knife and walked out of the tent.

Pei Zhe originally wanted to enter the camp, but he refused. He knew what would be seen inside, and he didn't want Pei Zhe to see it.

How much I once wanted to expose everything to Pei Zhe, let him be in the dark, and see those dirty plots and calculations, but now I feel so distressed, and I don't want to let Pei Zhe see a little bit of blood.

His Tanhualang is as gentle as jade, he should live in the sun forever, brilliant and enthusiastic, let him do all these things that will get his hands dirty.

Jin Lingjiu took out the fire folder and threw it directly into the tent behind him. This was the most honorable ending he could give to the little girl.

The sun has been warm for several days, and the camp is very dry. The sky has eyes, and the night wind blows slowly, blowing the fire even more vigorously. With the help of the wind, the flames burned the tent completely.

Jin Lingjiu turned around and took a look, bent his lips, little girl, you can leave this dirty world cleanly.

The growing flames attracted the attention of others, and the soldiers rushed out in shock.

Taking advantage of the confusion among the soldiers, Jin Lingjiu retreated a little and came to the place agreed with Pei Zhe.

Pei Zhe was already waiting for him, and when he saw the blood on his body, he frowned instantly, nervous: "Are you injured?"

Jin Lingjiu wiped off the blood on his hands, stepped forward and took him into his arms, and pressed the back of his neck: "Don't worry about other people's blood."

The two didn't leave directly, they stood there, waiting quietly.

When he saw the first soldier approaching the burning tent, Jin Lingjiu raised his hand and threw the bloody knife out.

The knife pierced through the chest and directly stabbed the soldier through, killing him with one blow.

"Who dares to approach, this is the end!"

The sound driven by internal force was thick and strong, resounding through the mountain and echoing around.

The soldiers were terrified and looked around, cursing, but they dared not take a step closer to the camp.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost?! Get out quickly!"

"I'm waiting for the evil ghost that Huang Quan will not accept, and I will come to Sol to wait for my life today!"

Whether it is a ghost or not, the ability to transmit sound so far shows its ability.

The soldiers knew that they were no match for those hiding in the dark. No one wanted to die, and they didn't want to be the first ones to go forward. They stood there silently, watching helplessly as the fire burned the tent and the corpses inside to ashes.

The fire spread to the surroundings and burned several tents. The orange-red fire ignited the forest, and it burned vigorously, illuminating the night clearly.

Jin Lingjiu looked down the mountain: "Are you sure he will come?"

Pei Zhe held Jin Lingjiu's hand: "I'm not sure, I hope I'm wrong, but...just wait."

Not long after, there were figures dancing in the surrounding woods, and an excited and smiling voice came: "You really can't help but do it."

Pei Zhe couldn't stop trembling all over, closed his eyes, and said in a difficult tone, "He's here."

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