The boss always wants to kill me

The air around the body was filled with coldness, and the air that was swallowed into the chest was like an ice pick, and it traveled sharply to the limbs and bones, causing pain like a layer of skin had been peeled off everywhere in the body.

In the dark cellar, the furnishings were empty, except for a large locked wooden box in the corner, on which was lit a short piece of white wax that flickered on and off. The dim yellow light projected the figure of a person on the uneven wall, creating an indistinct impression. Like an idiot struggling in the underworld, and the "ghost" in the center of the cellar, with his hands bound, was hung from the roof beam of the cellar. Clear welts.

The whip-wielding man was dressed in black, standing aside coldly, his face full of resentment and violence, he raised his hand and was about to send another deep bloody stroke to the "ghost", when suddenly there was a flash in his eyes, a strong and indelible Black air covered the pupils, and the next moment, there was a "pop".

There was a heart-shattering sound of the whip, and the long whip lashed the ground beside the "ghost", leaving a long pale scar.

pain……

There was a buzzing in Cangbi's ears, it was clear that his neck was cut, but his neck was the same as when he was in Xiaoyaojie, without any discomfort, but what was eroding him at this moment was the burning, piercing pain all over his body.

"Xiao Hei..." Cangbi couldn't open her eyes due to the pain. She barely opened a thread and looked down. She couldn't find the velvety white front paws with the black bracelets on them. What caught her eyes was a pair of long black cloth Boots, "Lianyun..."

Cangbi tried her best to raise her eyelids, but before she could find the answer, a sudden sharp pain came from her head, and a memory that didn't belong to him was poured into her mind.

In his memory, he was alone in a luxurious carriage, and when he opened the curtain to look, the bright spring scenery was colorful.

What he was in seemed to be a convoy of merchants, the first two were carriages carrying people, and the vulgar canopy dragged flickering tassels. One could tell at a glance that the owners of the cars were rich and wealthy, and there were more than a dozen carts carrying goods behind them. In the carriage, the goods were covered with heavy gray cloth, and there were two drivers sitting in front of them, each of them was serious, it seemed that if they spoke too much, their wages would be deducted by the owner.

The convoy was driving steadily on the wide official road, and the pleasant spring breeze was blowing head-on, and it also brought the sudden noise from behind.

"There are assassins!" the coachman at the end of the team shouted, and immediately went to draw the long sword hidden under the cargo.

The comer struck out, without even giving the opponent time to get out of the sheath, a sword pierced through the coachman's chest.The driver's eyes were still open, and he rolled out of the carriage.

For a moment, all the coachmen in the rear moved in unison, abandoned their carts and jumped up, and divided into two teams independently. Only six people greeted the uninvited guests, and the remaining dozen or so people faced outwards, surrounded the first three carriages carrying people, and guarded them with swords.

The assassin was dressed in a black outfit, and his face was covered with a black cloth, only his sharp eyes were exposed. A long sword was turned over in his hand, drawing out countless dazzling sword lights, and took the lives of six people within a few breaths. go.

"But that's all." The assassin snorted coldly, and with a flick of his hand, scattered a small rain of red flowers, which melted into the blooming spring scenery. With the tip of his sword pointing to the ground, he walked towards the three or two carriages in front of him step by step.

"Protect the master!" A thick middle-aged male voice shouted in the carriage at the head of the team, "Let's go!"

The coachmen were ordered to leave eight people behind, and the rest jumped into the carriage one after another, waiting in full force. The convoy abandoned all the goods and continued to gallop forward.

The assassin was very skilled, and he didn't use any extra moves. He just turned his wrist at a speed that ordinary people couldn't see clearly, and moved left and right among the eight people. The three carriages and the eight "carriage drivers" kept fighting with their swords dancing, and they fell to the ground like pillars of blood gushing from their wounds.

"Catch up!" The middle-aged man kept looking back, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and shouted at the last car, "Detour! Run away! Protect the master!"

The three carriages immediately dispersed in three directions and turned into the forest not far away. Cang Bi was shaken by the carriage and felt his belly tumbling. From the swaying curtain of the carriage, there were four "drivers" in front of the carriage. The two sat on the driver's seat, and the other two couldn't squeeze in, so they simply rode on the horseback and drove the horse hard.

The assassin was obviously aiming at the "Master". He was shouted by the middle-aged man and chased after Cangbi's carriage. A coachman went to the west.

The other three fought immediately, and the guards were obviously much better than the last team. They fought three-on-one for half an hour, but in the end they were defeated, and one by one died and rolled off the carriage.

During this delay, the woods came to an end, and the horses that were not spurned all the way ran wildly, with a long roar, galloped out, there was no flat road ahead, and outside the curtain of the flying car, thousands of miles of blue sky lay out.

Cangbi's heart trembled, she reached in with her hands, grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him out like a chicken.

The assassin put his hands around Cangbi's waist, stepped on three legs, stepped on the shaft and hood of the car, and finally landed on the edge of the cliff. Climbing up to the thick tree trunk, after seeing the person in front of him clearly, he shouted angrily, and threw the person to the ground viciously: "Why are you!"

Cang Bi was dizzy and fell back top-heavy, knocking her head against a big rock, and could no longer see clearly what was going on in front of her.

"Say! Where is the secret village!" In the cellar, the thumb-thick whip hit the ground again, and the man in black drew back the whip and set off a gust of wind, sweeping away a piece of the torn and torn clothes.

"Secret Village..." Cangbi's mind was in a mess. The memory just now should not belong to him, but it was reflected in his mind. Could it be the original memory of this body? I tried to recall, but I couldn't remember the past. , I don't even know why this person treats me like this, so I can only reply weakly: "What secret village?"

The man in black took a step forward and clasped Cangbi's chin with three fingers, forcing him to raise his head, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and looked at the jade-like face. Apart from being dazed, there was only a trace of helpless fear: "Are you serious?" Don’t know the secret village?”

"I don't know..." Cang Bi spoke with difficulty, the ending weakened, unable to bear the pain any longer, she tilted her head and passed out.

The man in black let go of his hand immediately, his ruthless expression disappeared without a trace, a look of pain flashed through his jet-black pupils, he untied the hemp rope that bound Cang Bi, and carefully hugged the man who had almost no good flesh on his body , up the wooden steps.

Opening the top door of the cellar, he came to an extremely simple private house. The man in black put Cangbi on the bed, took out a porcelain jar of wound medicine from the cabinet, and scooped it out in his hand. As delicate as jade, it moves gently, carefully applying the medicine to Cangbi's wound.

The man in black frowned and clenched his fist, piercing his palm with his fingertips, and suddenly raised his hand and punched him in the face.

The ruthless fist barely stopped the moment before it touched the bridge of the nose, the man in black let out a sigh of frustration, turned around and found a brand new white coat, put it on for Cang Bi, then went to the entrance of the cellar, closed the wooden door, Move the cabinet over the cover.

After he sorted everything out, he didn't do anything, but stood in front of the couch, staring at Cangbi who was sleeping with her eyebrows folded.

I don't know how long it took, the sky darkened, the moon rose, the long eyelashes of the person on the bed flickered, and he shook his head uneasily, as if he was about to wake up, the man in black walked out of the room with silent steps , take it to the door.

Cangbi opened his sore eyes, moved his arm slightly, and the heart-pounding pain spread all over his body, causing him to stand up a large piece of hair. In his last life, he felt that the scholar's fate was extremely unlucky, but he didn't expect it to be his turn now.

"Xiao Hei, where is this place?" Cangbi turned her neck, endured the severe pain and looked around the room. The tables, chairs, bed cabinets showed black silhouettes in the dark night.

"The nameless home." Xiao Hei swam up from Cang Bi's wrist along a few not-deep wounds, and the place he passed was cool and cool, dispelling some pain. Hei Dilong stopped on Cang Bi's ear and wrapped it around his ear The profile looks like an earring, "Wu Ming is the man in black."

"You don't want to tell me that you want to kiss him in this life, do you?" Cang Bi asked silently, looking at Fang Liang.

Xiao Hei shattered Cang Bi's little hope in his heart: "Yes."