Villains have special death skills

Chapter 208
Hearing this, she took a tight breath and trembled.

"How do you know about this?" She took a deep breath, her eyes were slightly red, and she tried her best to suppress the complaint and hatred in her heart.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." He didn't answer, but just kept repeating this sentence.

She lowered her eyes, and said every word, her voice was soft, but it seemed to hit the tip of the heart.

"I'm sorry, is it useful?" She pushed him away, fixed her red eyes on Yan Chixia who had flashed before the panic, and said bitterly, "Blood debt."

With a flash of silver light, a dagger was stuck in his chest.

Yan Chixia raised her eyes, her pupils shrinking slightly, she was stunned for a few seconds before she came back to her senses, he fell to the ground, the coldness came from the ground, and the body lying on his side belonged to the scholar from before.

"Why don't you hide?" She looked at her palms stained with his blood, and couldn't bear it at all.

"Huaihuai," he called out with difficulty.

"Do you think that I will forgive you if you do this?" She stood up, her temples were slightly disheveled, and her momentum was weak, only to hear her say viciously: "No, no, blood is paid with blood, and if you lose, you will gain."

She turned into a cloud of green smoke and disappeared into the west chamber.

Seeing her disappear, Yan Chixia's condensed mental strength disappeared without a trace. Without support, he collapsed on the ground, spitting out a large amount of bright red blood.

"Brother Yan," Ning Caichen found that his legs and feet were in control again, rushed in quickly, helped Yan Chixia up, and asked worriedly, "How are you doing?"

Yan Chixia waved her hands, showing a bitter smile, and said with difficulty: "No...it's okay, I can't die."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes turned black and he fainted.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan..." Ning Caichen called him loudly a few times, seeing that Yan Chixia, who had passed out, did not respond at all, and shouted a little anxiously: "Is there anyone, help~ someone is dying Yes, help..."

A blue light flashed outside Lanruo Temple, Xiaoqing wiped the sweat from her forehead, and muttered: "Damn bald donkey, chasing so closely, I ate your rice, chasing after him, my sister is dead, the immortal soul is here!" Class of Immortals, Xu Xian died, went to hell and reincarnated, why chase after me after everything is over..."

With a flash of blue light, the girl in the green shirt disappeared outside the temple after thinking about it, heading towards Qinshuiju behind the temple.

Grandma, help!

The air fluctuated slightly, and Fahai, who came following the demonic aura, looked up at the defeated temple, and was about to lift his legs to leave, but then heard the wailing voices in the temple, chanted a mantra, and entered the temple.

The Buddha said: Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

Weeds were overgrown outside, and the plaques were torn, but I didn't expect the temple tower to be magnificent, but Penghao grew taller than a person, and it seemed that no one had been there for a long time.

The doors of the monk's houses on the east and west sides are all ajar. In the east corner of the hall, there are clumps of thick bamboos. There is a large pool under the steps. The pool is full of wild lotus flowers, and floating in the air is full of Sophora japonica aroma.

In addition, there is a trace of blood.

When Ning Caichen was wailing in despair, there were footsteps in his ears. He looked up in surprise, and under the moonlight, a monk in a white monk's robe twisted a Buddhist bead in his hand and slowly entered his sight.

The monk has a honey complexion, regular facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and slightly thick lips. What calms Ning Caichen's heart is the monk's eyes, which are simple and compassionate, and include all sentient beings.

"Master," Ning Caichen said hastily, "he is injured. Master, come and take a look."

……

Yan Chixia had a long dream. In the dream, a woman kept smiling at him and whispering in his ear.The scene changed quickly, there was a hail of bullets, there were walking corpses howling and screaming, and then it was farm chatting, cooking, drinking tea and weaving, and later, there was a cry in his ear, crying heartbreakingly...

The dazzling light woke him up from his dream, and he woke up slowly. The sky was already bright, and he could hear the chirping of birds, magpies calling on the branches, and occasional conversations outside the window.

He wanted to get up, but was gasping for breath from the pain in his chest.

"Are you awake?" a strange voice asked.

Yan Chixia looked up, she was a monk with a handsome appearance.

Ning Caichen followed closely behind, and walked into the wing from the outside, holding a bowl of hot millet porridge in his hand. Seeing that Yan Chixia had woken up, he shouted joyfully, "Brother Yan, are you awake?"

"Last night, I thought you were going to die in Huangquan. By the way, who was that woman in the blue shirt last night?"

Fa Hai keenly grasped the key words in Ning Caichen's words, the woman in the green shirt, Xiao Qing likes the green clothes, could it be Xiao Qing?
For a moment, Fahai's heart beat a drum, weighing the possibility, and then his guess was shattered by Yan Chixia's words.

"It's my wife." Yan Chixia closed her eyes and said in a depressed mood.

wife?

Ning Caichen's eyes widened. If the woman in the blue shirt last night guessed correctly, she was probably a fox ghost. He often heard that this fox fairy lived in a nearby mountain, but he didn't expect Brother Yan to...

The taste is quite peculiar, Ning Caichen thought.

He looked at Yan Chixia with pity, no wonder Brother Yan broke into the West Chamber with his sword so angry last night, daring to catch an adulterer.

A green hat was put on Yan Chixia by Ning Caichen, and he put the millet porridge by the bed, trying to keep his pity eyes from being too deliberate, and asked softly: "Brother Yan is hungry, he wants to eat no?"

Yan Chixia didn't have any appetite, so he shook his head, and the white monk's robe flickered under his eyes, and then he noticed Fa Hai, and couldn't help cheering up, asking: "I don't know the name of this master, where can I practice?"

"Amitabha," Fahai read a holy name, and said, "The poor monk's name is 'Fahai', and he is now practicing in Jinshan Temple."

The two exchanged names and origins, and after knowing the cause and effect of the other party's visit to Lanruo Temple, they felt the same way, so they formed an alliance and went together to find the person they were looking for.

Ning Caichen, who was treated as the background on one side, listened silently, thinking silently, the boy has to review quickly, and after the exam, he will go back to his hometown to see his seriously ill wife.

Although Ning Caichen is still young, the ancients can pass on the family line at thirteen, so it has been ten years since the family married his wife and shared weal and woe with him. When he went out, his wife was lingering and sick.

But he said Qinshuiju.

Xiaoqing hurried back to Qinshui residence, and looked for the dryad's grandmother, but saw that the grandmother looked haggard, lying absent-mindedly on the top throne.

"Grandma," Xiaoqing yelled, turning into a young woman in Tsing Yi.

Su Shunqing heard the words, raised her eyes to look at the panicked Xiaoqing, lowered her eyes, and waited for her next words.

"Why is grandma so listless?" Xiaoqing glanced at the orange cat on the table sniffing catnip and rolling over its belly.

"Meow~" Zhu Yin was unhappy when he saw Yan Chixia.

"Yan Chixia is here?" Xiaoqing frowned, walked all the way across the steps, walked to the table, and touched the orange cat with a very good handle. The orange cat let out a "meow" and stretched out Sharp claws, want to scratch her.

The snake's reaction is not as quick as the cat's, but Xiaoqing has practiced for more than 500 years, and she has already overcome the species' mutual restraint. She retracted her hand very fast, and the orange cat only slammed into her sleeve.

"Sharp teeth and sharp claws," Xiaoqing muttered.

　Su Shunqing: Of course I still forgive him...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)