Zilan

"Little Four" walked towards him slowly, lightly and silently: "My lord, what's the matter? I'm Xiao Si?"

He seemed puzzled and asked, "Master, why do you look so scared?"

Picking butterflies.Jiang Jiuwan wanted to scream, but only got a heart-piercing cough.

"Young Master Jiang, don't worry, it's just that you can't make a sound temporarily. After all, I want a complete Young Master Jiang." Now that she was exposed, Picking Flower Die didn't bother to hide it. The voice was eerie and erratic.

Jiang Jiuwan's eyes gradually blurred, and his consciousness became more and more chaotic. He bit his lower lip tightly, trying to regain some clarity.

He was like a flower on a crumbling branch, his eyes were misty, his brows were furrowed, his lower lip was slightly red, and his black hair was soaked in cold sweat and stuck tightly to his pale cheeks, revealing a sickly and fragile beauty.It makes people want to hold it in the palm of their hand and take good care of it, but also makes people want to crush it completely.

"In order to calm young master Jiang, I had no choice but to use some sleep aids."

As for why it wasn't just for fun, the flower picker butterfly likes the sober prey, and it always tastes it after knocking people into a stupor.

Sober prey are fun to play with.

"It's so beautiful." The flower-picking butterfly glanced greedily, "That's why I really can't wait to come and take it away."

What about Xiaosi, what did you do to him?Jiang Jiuwan stared at him fiercely with red eyes.

"I didn't expect that at this juncture, Young Master Jiang still had the heart to worry about others." The flower-picking butterfly settled on the bedside.

"Don't worry, Young Master Jiang, that boy has just been poisoned by a little bit of poison right now, and it won't hurt his life. Butterfly Picking Flowers doesn't like killing people." He touched Jiang Jiuwan's face, "It's just that, if Young Master Jiang doesn't obediently go with me , this poison may be fatal."

Jiang Jiuwan tilted his head to dodge, tried his best to move his hands under the blanket, and finally his fingertips felt as cold as ice.

Picking Flower Die said in a bad tone: "I have dealt with all the people outside. Didn't Mr. Jiang think that someone would come to rescue him?"

As if he suddenly remembered something, he sneered: "By the way, there is also that unsightly swordsman. He is nothing more than that, so what about 'One Sword Keeps the Soul', in the end he just died under my poison."

Death, Yan Zhuoqing.

Jiang Jiuwan's breathing suddenly stopped.

Hearing the meaning of Diehua Die's words, boundless panic rushed into his heart in an instant, his thoughts were chaotic, and he almost couldn't breathe.

"So, come with me obediently, and don't suffer a little." Flower Picking Die didn't care about the fluctuation caused by Jiang Jiuwan's words, and reached out to grab his hair.

Just when he was about to touch Jiang Jiuwan, a long black object brushed against his fingertips, bringing up blood beads, stopped his movement, and inserted obliquely into the ground.

It was a black scabbard.

The crisis spread in his mind for a moment, and the flower-picking butterfly quickly retreated, but it was too late, and half of his middle finger fell to the ground.

"Why don't I know, I'm already dead?" The cold voice came with the same cold sword light.

"Why are you still alive?!" The pain distorted his face, and the plucking butterfly sealed the blood gurgling from the cut, looking at the black-clothed swordsman between him and Jiang Jiuwan in disbelief.

Yan Zhuoqing didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so when he raised his hand, there were dense sword lights.

When he saw the powerless and drowsy Jiang Jiuwan on the bed, his huge remorse and anger almost overwhelmed his sanity.

Picking Butterfly's use of poison is indeed wonderful, he did not directly poison Yan Zhuoqing's food, what he injected was a kind of medicine, this kind of medicine is colorless, tasteless and non-toxic.However, the flower-picking butterfly planted another medicine on the pear tree in front of his door, hiding it in the fragrance of the flowers, making it difficult to detect when inhaled.But when these two medicines are used together, they become extremely poisonous that can kill people instantly.

And Yan Zhuoqing is a killer, at least in the past.He is proficient in the use of poison hidden weapons, and his familiarity with poison is even comparable to that of a genius doctor who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, but he has always been too lazy to use it, so why bother with things that can be solved with a sword.So when I smelled that the fragrance of pear blossoms was slightly different from the past, I felt something was wrong.

The only blame is that the pickering butterfly is too conceited. I didn't expect that Yan Zhuoqing would know what the medicine was, and I didn't expect that Yan Zhuoqing didn't touch the food at all.

The oncoming murderous aura and the dense sword light made it more and more difficult for the butterfly to evade, and there was no time to think about his problem.

The flower-picking butterfly wanted to find a gap to grab Jiang Jiuwan and escape, but whenever he was about to approach Jiang Jiuwan, there would be a fiercer sword wind coming towards him, and the distance between him and Jiang Jiuwan gradually became wider and wider. further away.

Yan Zhuoqing's face was like Shura's, his coldness was condensed, and his sword became faster and faster, all of them slashed at the opening of the flower picking butterfly, vowing not to stop until his life is spared.

Dodging the sword's edge, the flower-picking butterfly made up his mind and escaped through the window. Not surprisingly, Yan Zhuoqing chased after him.

Losing the restraint of the narrow space, he used his luck and light skills, and easily threw off the black-clothed swordsman who was chasing after him, and turned back to Jiang Jiuwan's room.

Looking at the sleeping Jiang Jiuwan, Picking Flower Die happily said, "Master Jiang, let's go."

The wind passed.

The blade of the sword cut through flesh and blood silently.

The moonlight fell on the edge of the sword, the cold light flickered, and the blood condensed and fell.

Butterfly's smile froze, a bloodstain appeared on his neck, and the expression on his face was completely unbelievable——

A sword keeps the soul.

However, what really made him unbelievable was not the sword that sealed the throat, but the dagger that was inserted into the abdomen before that.

A pair of hands that looked like they should only be suitable for wind, flowers, snow and moon, tightly grasped a weapon that didn't match it, and the white bandage was stained red with blood.

The body of the flower-picking butterfly collapsed, and Yan Zhuoqing was caught off guard by a pair of eyes full of mist, and the coldness in his eyes had not even subsided.

He didn't want Jiang Jiuwan to see him when he killed someone, it was terrifying and frightening.

However, before he could react, Jiang Jiuwan closed his eyes in a relaxed manner.

Subconsciously, Yan Zhuoqing held his weak hand.

Young Master Jiang opened and closed his lips, although there was no sound, but Yan Zhuoqing could tell that he was calling him.

"I'm here." Yan Zhuoqing clenched his hand, unable to tell whether it was Jiang Jiuwan's body or the cold sweat in Yan Zhuoqing's palm, mixed with blood, "I'm sorry."

The author says:

I was going to write about decapitation, but almost forgot - it was supposed to be a cookie