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One person from the Devil's Cult escaped, and there were no survivors left. Four of them survived their wounds, and all committed suicide by taking poison.
It's just that three people in the Yan family were killed and eight were seriously injured.
Most of them are people who are not good at kungfu and serve Yanji's daily life.
Qian Bi was also injured, and the little maid serving her was seriously injured, and it was not appropriate to invite anyone in at this time, so Zi Ning asked Yan Ji to take care of her.
Doctor Chu was busy treating the seriously injured and gave her medicine and bandages. Zining washed her wounds,
Qian Bi looked at the blood on her face, and suddenly said: "Zining, aren't you afraid of killing someone?"
Zi Ning bandaged her for the last time and paused his fingers slightly. She shook her head.
In fact, it was the first time she killed someone in Taoyuan Village. But at that time, Yanji was poisoned, so she didn't have time to think about it. She didn't even think about it after that.
Today's little maid even served her for two days, but she didn't have any worries when she started, and she didn't regret it afterwards. Seeing his eyes, she knew what to do.
Just like watching Yanji kill someone, she never felt it was wrong, she was so indifferent.
Qian Bi was silent.
Zi Ning returned to the main room later, the blood on her face had dried up, so she went to the clean room to wash first.
Wiping off the blood on her face little by little, her vision blurred by water, she fumbled for a face towel.
The wet hands are white and transparent in the sun, and the joints are like crystal jade, but so soft.
Yanji grabbed her hand.
Zi Ning was startled: "Master?"
When did he come in? Silently.
Yanji lowered her head, unfolded a dry cloth to wrap her fingers, and sucked up the water.
Then he cupped her face.
Zi Ning blinked, the water on her eyelashes fell, and she saw Yan Ji's face clearly.
He lowered his head and stared at her, using the face towel to wipe off the water from her face little by little, as lightly as if he was afraid of scratching.
He was too close, as if he could touch her cheek at any time.
Zi Ning took a light breath, looking at the shadow under his eyelashes.
He wiped off the water from her face, raised his eyes to meet her gaze, and rested his fingertips on the side of her face.
That patch of skin itches. Zi Ning resisted to scratch, he rubbed lightly.
"Don't be stained with other people's blood." He whispered, his lips fell on the side of her face, the cheek that had been splashed with blood.
His lips were dry and warm, rubbing them lightly, sticking out the tip of his tongue, licking every inch that had been clean as before, making a moist sucking sound.
"Fuxue sword technique, you have learned it very well."
After a few kisses, he spoke slowly, sentence by sentence, like a dream.
"Others, I will teach you."
He closed his lips, pressed it against her ear, and gently blew away the broken hair that blocked him.
Zi Ning's ears were red, and he couldn't help clutching his sleeve.
Heard him say:
"Anyone who dares to approach youkill."
Blow the snow
Qian Bi pushed the door open and entered the main room.
Hearing the sound, Zining lowered his head and let go of Yanji's sleeve. The material of the clothes has been wrinkled by her.
Yan Ji let go of her, and stroked the hilt of the Hongjing Sword with her fingertips.
Zi Ning looked down at his hand, and felt that the Hongjing Sword should tremble with pleasure when touched by a swordsman like him.
Although Qian Bi was injured, she still did not rest. She came with a picture of a beauty.
In order to keep the beauty picture, the twenty or so people who stayed behind fought to the death, each of them was wounded.
She put the wooden box containing the pictures of beauties on the table: "Master, why don't you put this thing back in Mobei, lest the demon sect covet it."
Yanji didn't make a sound, he opened the wooden box and took out the scroll.
Spread the painting bit by bit on the table, the beauty is standing in the green water, and the green hills can be seen in the distance.
Snow skin and black hair, phoenix eyes and red lips, a white jade ring hanging around his neck.
It is true that the woman in this painting is very beautiful, but there must be a mystery in order to attract the Demon Cult.
Yanji looked down quietly.
Qian Bi's expression was colder than ever before.
They knew the woman in the painting.
For a moment, Zi Ning felt that both of them knew a common secret. Only she was free, at a loss.
Yanji looked at it several times, and clicked on the flying black bird on the painting.
Qian Bi nodded and said, "Haizhou."
"Gu Cang Mountain."
Even the direction in which the beauty stands, the moment when the shadow appears, and the surrounding flowers and trees all contain hidden mysteries.
This is a map.
Zi Ning suddenly realized. That makes sense.
The three treasures of the Devil's Sect's underground palace, pills, cheat books the treasure map.
Martial law was enforced in the Jingzhou other courtyard, and the Yan family sent a letter to Chongzhou, informing them of the impact of the Demon Cult and reminding them to strengthen the protection of secret books and elixirs.
It was night when everything was tidied up.
Zining turned out after taking a bath, while Yanji read the sword manual under the lamp.
He was sitting by the window, with the two fingers of his right hand together, making gestures according to the sword.
Somewhat like Fuxue swordsmanship.
There are fourteen moves in the Fuxue swordsmanship, and Zi Ning guessed that the last seven moves may be the ones he has never seen before.
Yanji looked up at her and closed the book: "Zining."
He taught her swordsmanship.
Grasping her wrists with both hands, he clings to her back, leading her around and making gestures.
Zi Ning felt that summer was too hot, and his whole body felt swollen and hot.
The Hongjing sword in his hand has never been so light, almost floating, and his palm is pressing her wrist, leading her lightly to lift, stab down, spin, and dance out the sword flower.
The scabbard was not removed, and the jewels on it shone brightly reflecting the flames of the lamp.
Yanji gently touched her leg with his knee, and she knew to turn left, turn right, move forward, and back.
He hardly spoke, just a little bit of physical touch and gesture, and she understood him all without any pause.
The space in the room is small, and the movements of the swordsmanship are not large. He took her to familiarize herself with the moves of the Fuxue swordsmanship within a square inch, and the movements were as light as playing.
Zi Ning couldn't tell which style the tube was in. He just felt like a puppet in his palm, dancing with his command. In his palm, he saw snowflakes falling in the extremely hot season.
Yanji was behind her, she couldn't see him, but felt that he was everywhere.
She didn't know what she had learned, and she didn't know if she did it right, but she just stared blankly at the pane in front of her.
The moonlight casts the shadows of the branches on the window paper, and their shadows dance and sway together.
Yanji released the strength from his hand, but still stuck to her body.
With nothing in his mind, Zi Ning waved his hands and feet in a daze according to the inertia, retracted the sword and drew it out.
At the end, she stopped and lowered her hands.
The sword hangs by his side.
Yanji's hand was still on her body, one hand went up from the wrist, brushed the lower abdomen, and covered the waist. The other hand came down from the wrist and covered the hand holding her sword.
Five fingers spread out, the palm of the palm was dry and hot, and they were accurately gathered on her fingers one by one. His hand was much bigger, covering her completely, curling up to caress her fingertips on the hilt of the sword.
Zining's wrist trembled.
"I shouldn't have taught you in such a restrained way." He lowered his head and said against the top of her head.
"It's just that I have selfish intentions"
There was a bit of repressed panting in his voice: "I want to touch you who holds the sword."
Zi Ning felt something on his waist.
She blushed.
The lights flickered.
She turned around and faced him: "Master."
She pressed against his chest, her arms wrapped around his back, her palms pressed lightly, her eyelashes trembling.
Yanji picked her up.
He learned to kiss.
When he whispered, the air vibrated, and his lips accidentally touched the trembling petals: "Just taste it."
"Don't cry."
Zi Ning's eyes dimmed, and he didn't know where he was.
His long hair fell on her lap, itchy and cold.
He closed his eyes for a moment, smoothed Zi Ning's loose hair from the sideburns behind his ears, and kissed her tear-stained face. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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