The boss always wants to kill me

"The scholar looks so weak, I didn't succeed, although there are also reasons for my procrastination..." Cang Bi lowered the corners of her mouth, full of grief, she couldn't figure out why Cai Chun suddenly wanted to kill him, and the method was exactly the same as Lian Yun. It's too weird to say that such a unique dagger is a coincidence, "Why did you say the scholar wanted to kill me?"

Xiao Hei was silent for a while, and then spit out two words in a twisted voice: "Ji Tian."

Cangbi: "..."

"I seem to be in the mercy of the heavens. Everyone wants to sacrifice me to the heavens. It is impossible for this dark assassin to draw me like this for the sake of worshiping the heavens."

Xiao Hei: "No."

"That's right, my life is still alive. Xiao Hei, can we have a discussion and ask me to change someone to kiss, and I will give to the person who kidnapped me, beat me to pieces, and maybe will continue to beat me." My frivolous chance?"

"You can't change people. The object of each entanglement is established."

"Can it be better——" Cangbi let out a long mouthful of resentment, "Xiao Hei, I hurt..."

Xiao Hei swam around the wound on Xue Bai's neck for a week: "I know."

Cang Bi wanted to cry but had no tears, she closed her eyes: "Xiao Hei, I'm hungry."

Hei Dilong swims back to Cangbi's right wrist, reverts to a black bracelet, and stops moving.

"Xiao Hei..." It seemed that Xiao Hei couldn't help him for the time being.

About half an hour later, the door squeaked, Cangbi was hungry and in pain, and couldn't fall asleep. She shrank her neck in fright, and let out a soft cry from the throbbing wound.

Wuming came in with a square wooden tray, put it on the table, lit the candle, turned his back to block Cangbi's sight, stood in front of the table for a while, took out a small paper bag from his arms, opened it, and put the white medicinal powder inside. Pour it into the rice porridge, stir it evenly, and turned away without saying a word.

The tempting aroma of food floated over, Cang Bi twitched her nose and sniffed, her stomach rumbled in due course.

No matter how difficult it is, you can't wait here to be beaten to death by Wuming, and you will have the strength to handle that scary mouth when you are full.

Cangbi pumped herself up enough to lift the quilt, but when she raised her forearm less than an inch, she was so painful that she almost burst into tears: "The one who kills a thousand swords, what a sorrow, how cruel..."

Thinking that Wuming might not have gone far, if he heard cursing, it would be even worse if he rushed back and beat him up again, Cangbi shut up awkwardly, thought for a while, then lowered his voice and said: "Xiao Hei, I It hurts...can you bring me the food..."

The black bracelet didn't move, even if there was movement, it would be more difficult for a little earth dragon to serve the food.

"Forget it, I'd better go down by myself..." Cang Bi gritted her teeth, and suddenly lifted the quilt, and stepped out, trembling, with heart-piercing pain all over her body, which instantly dazzled him, His body also softened, and he fell flat on the cold ground.

At this moment, the door of the room was knocked open from the outside with a bang, and a black lightning shot into the room.

Wuming, a sliding shovel, stuck to the ground, stopped at the side of the bed, raised his hand firmly to catch the person who fell, the corners of his lips inadvertently touched the blue and slender earlobes, and the heads of the two were only a few feet away from colliding.

Then an earth-shattering scream erupted from Cangbi's mouth:

"pain----"

Wuming put on a cold face and acted as a human cushion, silently waiting for the end of the town.

Cangbi used it all in one breath before reducing her momentum, sobbing a few times, and looking sideways at the face of the person who had whipped her countless times, she almost screamed again.

"Shut up." Wuming frowned and tightened his lips, revealing his ruthlessness again, "I'll kill you again."

"No, no, no... stop barking..." Cangbi shrank her neck like a turtle.

It's just that Wuming picked him up, exerted strength with his hands, and the pain that devastated people's body and mind slowed down again, Cangbi trembled, let himself be placed on the bed, and after a long while, he let out a sigh of relief, his eyes dripping. Turn around, looking for life.

"Hmm...no..." Cangbi hurriedly retracted her words, almost calling out the known name, and she didn't know why Wuming hated him so much, maybe she could pretend that she didn't know anything, got away with it, and squeezed out With a touch of a smile, "This assassin... knight, dare to ask your name."

"Wu Ming." Wu Ming casually pushed with one hand, and with years of martial arts practice, pushed the square table to the side of the bed like lifting a handkerchief.

Cangbi looked at the wooden plate, on it was a bowl of steaming lean meat and millet porridge, accompanied by a plate of white melon flesh with sesame oil and five or six slices of bacon. It's tempting.

Cangbi didn't know what his move meant, so she didn't dare to act rashly. She stared at Wuming with innocent eyes and said, "Wuming hero, you are heroic and suave, but just by looking at your eyebrows, you can tell that you are a person who hates evil as much as hatred. It's just me. I have no grievances or enmities with you, why..."

"Eat." Wuming cut him off sharply, indifferent.

Cangbi didn't dare to say any more, picked up the rice porridge resentfully, picked up the spoon with trembling hands, scooped a spoonful into her mouth, grinned her teeth in pain, tilted her hand, half a spoonful of thick porridge flowed down the edge of the spoon, and fell to Su Jing on the bedding.

Wuming said nothing, just watched with cold eyes.

Is this still not ready to slap me?Cangbi speculated anxiously, drank another spoonful, and picked up the bacon on the way. She couldn't even hold the spoon steadily, let alone use the chopsticks. , leaving a pool of light red marks.

Wuming still didn't get angry, and he didn't know what was hidden in his black eyes.

Cangbi dropped the second piece of bacon again, this time into the porridge bowl, and the splashed rice porridge stained the bedding even more.Finding that it was more convenient to eat this way, he simply poured the two side dishes into the rice porridge, and sent the bedding with sesame oil stains by the way.

I don't know how long this body hasn't eaten before he came. Cangbi was so hungry that her chest was stuck to her back, and she was in such a mess, how could she use any image, gobbling at the bowl, but keeping her eyes on the person who was standing by the bed all the time? Wuming, waiting in full force, managed to finish a full meal, and didn't get any horrific judgment. He was about to relax, but saw Wuming shot a terrifying eye knife, his face darkened like a Shura.

"Clean it up, or you will die." Wuming said harshly, looking down at the bruised and bruised prey, as if he wanted to watch Cangbi tidy up the bed with his almost paralyzed body.

Cangbi's little life is naturally necessary, propped up on her elbows, the pain in her whole body was clearly piercing just now, but somehow this will be like a receding tide, wave after wave, as if her limbs and torso are no longer the same. I lost my intuition, and at the same time, I also had an unstoppable deep drowsiness.

"I'll just... pack... clean up..." The voice stopped, and the person on the bed closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.

Wuming watched coldly, and waited for the ups and downs of Cangbi's chest to stabilize, then carefully wrapped him in his arms, let his head rest on his shoulders, hooked his other hand, and swept the messy bedding to the ground, just like that Holding him, he pulled out a clean quilt from the cabinet, spread it on the bed, and then put him down again.

In the rice porridge just now, he put Mongolian perspiration medicine, and finally the effect was outstanding, making this noisy person who can only create mess shut up.

After clearing away the empty bowls, washing and drying the dirty bedding, Wuming returned to the room again, sat at the table, poured a cup of herbal tea, and drank absent-mindedly, seeing the person on the bed move slightly, his brows were wrinkled He got up, put down the teacup with a bang, sat down on the side of the bed in two or three steps, and lifted the cuffs that had grown around Cangbi's hands.

As expected of an assassin who licked blood from the edge of a knife, the wound medicine used was really extraordinary. The blood from the wound all over Cangbi's body stopped, and the swelling also subsided a little, but the crooked streaks were still like sharp needles. stuck in people's hearts.

"I'm sorry." Wuming took out the wound medicine and rubbed it on the wound. The callused palms that had been honed under the hilt all the year round seemed to be treating a piece of brand-new rice paper that could be broken at the touch of a finger. The emotions are ready to come out.