Reborn as a high-cold Buddhist concubine of fishing style

Chapter 75 Farewell "Why are you doing this..."

Yesterday, in order to treat Yin Shu's injuries, Ali ordered his people to change all his clothes into new ones. At this time, Yin Shu was wearing a light yellow plain robe, which was obviously a warm and bright color, but it made his face even more gloomy. scary.

Ali was stunned for a moment. When he asked the guards to clean up the tent, he did see the dagger. Because he thought it belonged to Yin Shu, he kept it on his body.

When the accident was mentioned, Ali couldn't help touching his waist subconsciously.

"What do you want a dagger for?" Yigui frowned after hearing this, staring at Yin Shu and asked.

"Give me the dagger." Yin Shu repeated the words, still without any expression on his face.

It was the first time I heard Yin Shu talk to him with such an attitude, and when I looked at him, I felt cold and decisive, and seemed to be supercilious, as if he was not a real person, but just a soulless body.

Ali took a step back subconsciously: "No...you just woke up, what kind of dagger do you want, I will return it to you when you feel better, and I won't steal from you."

"Give it to me!" Yin Shu said firmly, raising her thin arm and spreading out the palm of her right hand.

Maybe Yin Shu's attitude was too tough. After thinking about it, he moved to the side of the couch, squatted down, and calmed down: "Then you promise me, don't do stupid things."

As he said that, he wanted to pull Yin Shu's hand, but just when he was about to touch him, Yin Shu took his hand back suddenly.

Seeing this movement, Ali coughed lightly twice: "Well, it's not that I can't give you the dagger..."

"Bring it!" Yigui turned to Ali and said.

Speaking of this, Ali has no possibility of hiding. He looked at it, curled his lips, and handed out the dagger at his waist.

Yigui stretched out his hand and was about to take it from Ali's hand, but at this moment, Yigui suddenly felt a burst of coldness, and his chest couldn't help but tighten suddenly——

That was Yin Shu's fingertips!

Taking advantage of Yigui's turning around, Yin Shu grabbed the dagger one step at a time, the protruding knuckles were blue and white, and he grabbed the dagger in his hand.

Then he didn't look at Yigui, nor did he look at Ali, but stared blankly in front of him, with a diffuse emptiness in his eyes.

"Liang Gui, you and I met each other on different roads. We were fortunate enough to meet each other and become friends." Yin Shu's voice was obviously very soft but could be heard with an undeniable heaviness, "I have so much admiration in my heart, I know I can't repay you. Now Since I joined the caravan, I have made up my mind..."

"What do you mean?" Yigui snapped at his words, "Aren't you going back to Mobei with me?"

Unexpectedly, at the next moment, Yin Shu suddenly raised his arms and swiped the dagger with his right hand towards his left arm at lightning speed.

Yigui and Ali rushed up almost at the same time.Yigui was even faster, he slashed across with his palm, and immediately the dagger fell to the ground, but at the same time, he saw a piece of light yellow sleeve like a feather, slipping down quietly.

Yin Shu gently put down his arm with a short sleeve, his face was still extremely indifferent, as if he could not see anyone or anything in front of him: "Since I have cut off the sleeve robe today, it is a severance of kindness and justice. , there will be nothing more to do with it.”

Yigui stared at the severed sleeve, his chest was heaving up and down, his mouth was half-opened, he couldn't believe that such words as cutting the robe and judging justice would come out of Yin Shu's mouth: "What did you just say?"

Just before stepping here, Yigui was still planning how to lead Yin Shu to escape from the caravan, how to avoid Ali, and how to return to Mobei safely... But now, what he was waiting for was a severed sleeve.

"Ali." Yin Shu ignored Yigui and continued, "Since I am a member of the caravan now, I should also have the seal of the Qibo tribe."

Hearing this, Ali raised his head suddenly, as surprised as Yigui.

After Yin Shu finished speaking, he stretched out his thin arm that was almost skinny, "Come on."

Ali understood in an instant that what he was talking about was the totem that everyone in their caravans had on their bodies, the tattoo that symbolized the identity of Chibo warriors!

Ali opened his eyes wide in astonishment: "You...you want that? But you are not in good health right now, besides, there is no rush..."

"Ali, don't you want me to promise you?" Yin Shu's voice was like a sharp blade of ice, piercing through the deadlocked atmosphere around.

This sentence made Ali's internal organs suddenly tangled together, as if he couldn't figure out what Yin Shu just said.

"As long as you tattoo me, I promise you."

"Ans...promise me what?" Ali couldn't believe it, and subconsciously wanted to confirm it again.

Yigui stared at Yin Shu's calm face with his eyes wide open, and a desperate voice suddenly burst out from his body: "What on earth do you want to do!"

Yin Shu didn't seem to have heard the tearing painful cry at all, and was indifferent to any reaction from the two people in front of him. He looked up at Ali blankly: "With the tattoo, I am your Qibo's man."

Ali swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his chest was aching because of excessive tension: "Beauty...you are...well, well, depending on you, everything depends on you!"

Yin Shu seemed to be very tired, and he didn't want to say another word, so he closed his eyes indifferently.

Ali hurried out of the tent and ordered his servants to fetch needles and ink.

"Why are you doing this..." Yigui's voice was hoarse, and he lowered his head to pick up the half of the sleeve that fell on the side of the couch, "Why do you treat yourself like this? Are you trying to drive me away?"

Yin Shu closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard.

"If you want me to go so much, I'll just promise you. Why do you want to?" Yigui couldn't finish his sentence, and the joy in his heart when he knew Yin Shu woke up had disappeared without a trace.

Needles and ink were quickly brought over.

Ali walked over slowly, then knelt down by the couch, glanced at it for a while, then said to Yin Shu after thinking for a while, "Why don't we do it another day?"

But Yin Shu stretched out the blinking white arm under the sleeve of his robe, and said to Yigui, "Master Liang, please let me go."

"Shopkeeper Liang, please?" Ali said and picked up the needle.

Yigui stood up numbly, standing upright by the side of the couch like a piece of wood.

"Be patient, it hurts a little." Ali looked at Yin Shu's arm, feeling a little unbearable, "I'll try to be as light as possible."

Then he dipped the needle in the ink, took a deep breath, and stabbed it toward the forearm.

Ali looked up to see Yin Shu's reaction, but Yin Shu didn't seem to feel any pain, and the expression on his face didn't change at all.

Ali then lowered his head, and stabbed Yin Shu's slender and boneless right arm with the pricking needle.

During this period, scarlet blood dripped out of Yin Shu's skin one after another, and Ali kept wiping it clean with a handkerchief.

"Shouldn't you stop for a while?" Ali couldn't help but said halfway through the stabbing.

"Continue." Yin Shu's voice was determined, even colder, indifferent without any emotion or emotion.

Yigui kept staring at the tattooed part without blinking his eyes, as if he was afraid of missing a little detail.

Ali stopped acupuncture several times because he couldn't bear to do it, but Yin Shu on the couch didn't even say a word from the beginning to the end.

Until Ali completed the entire totem, Yin Shu seemed to be asleep, quietly as if he was not experiencing unbearable pain, but just completed a trivial matter.

Yigui felt that those bloody needles seemed to pierce his heart every time, and they were also deeply imprinted in every crack in his mind.When he closed his eyes, he could feel the blue-faced and long-toothed monster rushing towards him with its bloody mouth wide open.

Yigui, who has rarely felt fear since childhood, at this moment, standing in front of Yin Shu's couch, felt deep fear and helplessness.

Even a few hours ago, even before he walked into this tent, Yigui felt that he had a way to take Yin Shu away. He was ready to say something to Yin Shu, but at this moment, he was still in danger. Horrible tattoos of blood, half of his sleeve was cut off in his hand, and he couldn't say a word anymore.

If the rescued person has no desire to survive, the rescuer can only watch him fall into the abyss beyond redemption.

"I'll ask you again, are you really not going with me?"

No reply.

Yigui pursed his lips tightly, and nodded his head twice to Yin Shu, who was unresponsive.

"Since you want me to go so much, even at the price of hurting yourself, then I will grant you."

Since then, the two have never met each other.

Yigui felt that his heart was being crushed bit by bit, turned into mud, and was stepped into the dark and lightless swamp.

After an unknown amount of time, Yigui retreated a few steps from Yin Shu's couch and stood in the center of the tent.

"Daguotou." With a blank face, he turned to Ali, who was still kneeling by the couch, "I trespassed on your gang yesterday, so I bothered you so much. Please take care of me from now on. I, Liang, thank you here." He clapped his hands together and saluted Ali.

These words contained humiliation, forbearance, unwillingness and heartache... Countless emotions surged in Yigui's heart, tossing up and down, unable to calm down.

All this was even beyond Ali's expectation, he didn't know how to reply Yigui just now.

Then Yigui took one last deep look at Yin Shu, turned around, and walked out of the tent without looking back.

Yin Shu slept on the couch for several days in a row, waking up briefly every day and then going back to sleep.

It seems that there is not much waking time.

Sometimes he didn't seem to know what dream he was having, he would sweat profusely, sit up suddenly, but after seeing his surroundings clearly, he fell down and fell asleep again.

When Bi Zhan came to change Yin Shu's dressing, he could always see Ali guarding the side of the couch. Sometimes he would sit beside him and take a nap, and when he woke up, he would stare blankly at Yin Shu in a daze.

Ali had to look over the prepared soup and medicine and three meals a day, and then feed them to Yin Shu spoon by spoon.

Yin Shu didn't resist either.To be precise, he didn't show any emotions, as if he had lost interest in everything, and repeated eating, sleeping, and taking medicine every day, going round and round, as if there was no end.

But gratifyingly, gradually, Yin Shu's lips, and then his cheeks showed a faint color of blood, and then his complexion was no longer so pale, as if he had some mortal air, unlike Yi Guigang. When he left, he was like a long-term sick person who was dying.

Day by day, Yin Shu wakes up slowly longer and longer, behaving meekly and obediently.

Ali almost forgot how stubborn and unwilling to give in Yin Shu was when he first met Yin Shu.

"How do you feel today?" This was the first sentence Ali said when he saw Yin Shu every day.

"Very good." Yin Shu always replied like this.

It's as if everything is really fine.

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