late snow

Quan Ning laughed loudly, "Ah Huai, you still count on a devil to succeed? Of course, he persuaded you because he didn't want you to die in someone else's hands. When you fall into his hands, he will drain your blood first." Boil it dry, then peel off the skin and grind it into powder, there will be no slag left for you, the real dead body will not have a whole body, and the bones will be ashes."

However, Ji Huai did not give up, he stared at Zhan Hua and asked, "Really?"

However, Zhan Hua remained silent, as if acquiescing to what Quan Ning said.

It was clearly midsummer, but Ji Huai felt chills all over.

Quan Ning rested his chin on Ji Huai's shoulder, and smiled lazily: "Ah Huai, if you call me a good brother, I will kill this heartbroken man for you."

Ji Huai pursed his lips, "If you defeat him, I will go with you."

Quan Ning's eyes lit up, and he turned his head to look at him, "Ah Huai, are you serious?"

Ji Huai nodded.

"Then I will destroy this guy today, so that my A Huai can be happy!" Quan Ning seemed to be really happy, and when he was happy, he became more like a lunatic.

He didn't know when the poisonous dart was caught between his fingers, and he let go of Ji Huai before he finished speaking, and rushed towards Zhan Hua like lightning.

However, Zhan Hua's reaction seemed a little slow, and he narrowly avoided the poison dart rubbing his throat before he started to fight back.

Quan Ning's figure was erratic and erratic, and his moves were even more sinister and vicious. Every move went straight to Zhan Hua's death point, and there was an unstoppable Gu poison, which could kill people on the spot if they were not careful.

Zhan Hua managed to dodge every move, not so much fighting, but rather hiding, causing Quan Ning to scold angrily: "Grandson! Don't hide if you have the ability!"

Zhan Hua looked at him expressionlessly, swept the wide sleeves of his robe, and a few poison darts were thrown onto the tree trunk, making a few muffled noises.

This kind of silent provocation can sometimes irritate the opponent even more. Quan Ning yelled and rushed towards Zhan Hua, but halfway was stopped by a man and a woman with swords.

It was Ming Ye and Nan Yu who came late.

Quan Ning was held back by them, and his attacks became more and more ruthless.

Ji Huai didn't know how far he had run, the night was so thick that he couldn't even tell which direction he was running.

While running, Ji Huai thought, that he had learned to lie without changing his face at any time, and fed the benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith taught by his former husband into the dog's belly.

However, it was probably retribution. As soon as he finished thinking like this, someone grabbed his collar from behind and threw him to the tree next to him. His back hit the tree trunk firmly, and he almost vomited blood in pain. .

Cold fingers pinched his neck.

"What are you running for?" Zhan Hua's familiar voice was full of coldness.

Ji Huai even heard a little anger.

The fingers on the neck gradually tightened. Ji Huai couldn't see his face in the dark, but he heard the voice getting colder and colder, "I accidentally missed you, so I have to run for so many days."

Ji Huai was almost out of breath, he firmly grabbed Zhan Hua's hand that was pinching him, gritted his teeth and said, "Shouldn't you run away and wait for you to crush me to ashes?"

Zhan Hua said: "People don't feel anything after death."

Ji Huai laughed back angrily, "Then you will kill me quickly, what are you talking to me about!"

Zhan Hua's grip on his neck loosened slightly, "If it falls into my hands, at least you can die happily, but if it falls into Quan Ning's hands, it will only make your life worse than death."

Ji Huai coughed twice with difficulty, and sneered: "That's not necessarily the case."

Zhan Hua heard the sarcasm in his tone, and said in a deep voice, "Are you really interested in Quan Ning?"

Ji Huai's heart felt astringent, he twitched the corner of his mouth, "Why not?"

The strength on the neck suddenly tightened, just pressing on the wound on his neck, Ji Huai let out a muffled snort, and the cold sweat fell down his forehead instantly.

This time Ji Huai really heard the anger in Zhan Hua's voice, "This man is definitely not a good match."

Ji Huai's voice was a little weak due to the pain, but he still laughed out with difficulty: "It's not him... Could it be you..."

The hand holding his neck was released suddenly, Ji Huai had no support, and fell to the ground, breathing fresh air suddenly, he almost coughed out his heart and lungs.

Dawn gradually dawned in the distance, and finally Ji Huai could vaguely see Zhan Hua's face.

After the heavy camouflage was removed from those beautiful eyes, a cold killing intent was finally revealed, looking at him as if looking at a dead person.

Ji Huai leaned against the tree with some exhaustion and laughed.

Zhan Hua looked at him condescendingly, "What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at me for being a fool." Ji Huai laughed, "Laugh at me for not knowing people well, and dying like a fool."

Zhan Hua grabbed his front and lifted him up, "I won't kill you for now."

Ji Huai had no strength to resist for a long time, he gave up on himself and said: "I think you should kill quickly, after all, I am so sought-after."

"Ji Huai." There was a hint of warning in Zhan Hua's voice, staring at him gloomyly.

Ji Huai's eyes were full of sarcasm, but he didn't want to lose his composure too much, he couldn't lose his bearing even if he lost his life.

But he felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and the sour and unspeakable taste even gradually overshadowed the fear of death, so he couldn't help but sting in his words.

He has never liked anyone before, although he usually acts like a dude, but if someone is really tempted to post it, he will definitely stay away.

However, it was the first time that he fell in love with someone so recklessly, but the result made him look like a joke.

Ji Huai was dragged by him and stumbled forward.

Zhan Hua's strength was so strong that Ji Huai felt that his wrist was about to be crushed, but he held his breath in his heart and didn't make a sound.

After walking for about an hour, Zhan Hua stopped and let go of his wrist.

Ji Huai found a shade and sat down, rubbing his wrists with a white face. Not long after, there was a shadow over his head. After a while of clothes rustling, Zhan Hua sat opposite him.

Zhan Hua reached out to touch his neck, Ji Huai subconsciously wanted to hide, but the next moment he was pinched firmly on the back of his neck.

Ji Huai froze.

"Don't move around, let me see your injury." Zhan Hua got closer to him, and sprayed his breath on the side of his face.

Ji Huai gritted his teeth, stiffened his neck and glared at him angrily.

Zhan Hua frowned, "It's too hot, it will fester."

Ji Huai sneered, but still refused to move.

Zhan Hua was very close to him, looking straight at him with cold eyes, "Ji Huai, are you unwilling to talk to me again?"

Ji Huai closed his eyes, as if he didn't even want to look at him again.

The cloth strip around the neck was skillfully untied, revealing the horrific wound inside.

Ji Huai has been busy running for his life these days, so he didn't care about the wound on his neck, and now that the weather is getting hotter, most of the scarring wound has rotted away, which is a bit shocking to watch.

The strength of Zhan Hua's subordinates was a bit heavy, Ji Huai let out a cry of pain, and broke free from him.

Zhan Hua's face was heavy, and when he was about to reprimand him, he met Ji Huai's red eyes, choked what he wanted to say, and then slowed down his tone, "I'll be gentle."

Ji Huai's eyes looked even redder, and he pulled up the collar viciously to cover his neck, but his hands trembled a little, pulling the collar into a mess.

Zhan Hua sighed, grabbed his hand that was shaking more and more, "You still don't know how to kill people."

After speaking, he took out a dagger from Ji Huai's sleeve, with some blood on it.

Zhan Hua rolled up his sleeves, revealing several criss-crossing wounds inside his exposed arm.

"When hiding the dagger, don't point the blade at yourself." Zhan Hua put the dagger in his palm, held the dagger together with his hand, and pointed the tip of the knife at his heart, "decided to kill a People, don't hesitate a bit when you strike. Don't force your wrists when you strike the knife, but use the strength of your waist and abdomen to lead your wrists, like this."

A huge force took Ji Huai's hand and the dagger in his hand to stab Zhan Hua's heart.

"Enough!" Ji Huai roared in a broken voice.

The tip of the knife came to rest on Zhan Hua's robe, and the white cloth was blown by the wind, brushed the blade, and was stained with a little blood.

"Without killing intent, you can't kill anyone." Zhan Hua took the dagger in his hand, threw it on the ground casually, tore a piece of cloth to wrap around the wound on Ji Huai's arm, "It will only hurt yourself."

Zhan Huazi carefully applied medicine to Ji Huai's wounds. He looked at the bruises on Ji Huai's neck and said displeasedly, "Quan Ning was injured?"

Ji Huaipi stared at him with a non-smiling smile.

Zhan Hua was inexplicably stared at by him at first, and then he realized that he had pinched him by the neck two hours ago and threw him into a tree.

After a while of silence, Zhan Hua reached out to pull his front again.

Finally, Ji Huai couldn't take it anymore, he slapped his hand away viciously and said angrily, "What are you doing!"

"Look at the injury on your back." Zhan Hua said.

"A little bruise won't ruin your medicine primer." Ji Huai looked at him coldly.

"It's not because of this." Zhan Hua pulled him over and held him down, with an irrefutable tone in his tone, "I want to see it."

Ji Huai was silent for a while, pointed to himself and asked him: "Are you going to kill me as a medicine primer?"

Zhan Hua nodded.

"Will the injury on my back affect the efficacy of the medicine?" Ji Huai asked again.

Zhan Hua shook his head.

"Then why do you want to watch it?" Ji Huai asked.

Zhan Hua frowned.

Ji Huai said in a bad tone: "Now you don't have to put on an air, no matter how much you act like you, I won't trust you anymore. Is it still stipulated that Yao Yinzi must be happy and happy when he dies?"

"...There is no such statement." Zhan Hua pressed his shoulders, his eyes fell on his dusty and tattered robe, and he said slowly: "I just don't like it."

Ji Huai didn't react for a moment, "What?"

"I don't like your injuries." Zhan Hua unconsciously showed killing intent in his eyes, "I don't like you running around and following Quan Ning."

He frowned even tighter as he said, "I don't like you not talking to me even more."

Ji Huai pointed to the wound on his neck expressionlessly, "You bit it, you pinched it. I ran because you wanted to kill me. I won't talk to you because you lied to me. I'm angry."

He took a deep breath, "Understood?"

Zhan Hua was silent for a while, "I'm not a fool."

The corner of Ji Huai's mouth twitched, and he looked away angrily.