I have a deep love for Zhenjun

3.

There are only a few words that Fu Qing swears over and over again, there is really nothing new.The more times I listen to it, the initial fear is gone.

If he hadn't put his hand on the hilt of his sword, he would have thought he was flirting with me if he didn't know it.

Although I didn't believe that he really dared to attack me, I still took a step back without any backbone. Then I settled down and joked with a smile: "Master Zhenjun is going to cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

Fu Qing was very angry, looked at me coldly, and finally uttered two words: "Shut up."

His knuckles holding the sword were faintly white, and it seemed that he wanted to replace the knife in my hand and let my blood go out himself.

I was worried that I would not have the chance to contact him, so I acted out of my heart, let go of my hand, pretended not to be able to lift the knife, and wailed: "Master Zhenjun, it has only been a month, too much blood was drained before, I am I haven't recovered yet, and the hand holding the knife has no strength."

"Excuse me, Lord Zhenjun, hold your hand high and let me bleed myself?"

It's a pity that I have used this trick too many times. Fu Qingsuo is too sexual, out of sight and out of mind.

I called him a few more times, seeing that he was determined to ignore me, so I gave up.He bent down to pick up the knife, wiped off the dust with his fingertips, then turned the blade around and stabbed it straight into the heart.

I have done this movement thousands of times, and I am so proficient that I don't even pause for a while.

The knife has entered the heart, and the next thing is to wait.

I lowered my eyes for a rare moment of silence.

After the knife drank the blood, several clusters of dark red veins gradually separated from the clear blade, from shallow to deep.At first glance, it looks like a magnificent red jadeite, emitting bright rays of light.

Every time at this time, I always feel restless and my eye sockets are astringent, as if there are thousands of voices roaring in my ears.I thought to myself, probably because of excessive blood loss, don't take it to heart.

Of course, no one will take it to heart.

I raised my eyes and unexpectedly met Fu Qing's eyes.

He didn't know when he turned his head back and was looking at me silently.I was very happy when I saw his face.I'm glad I'm happy, but now that I'm bleeding for his cousin, I have to put on an air of pain, so that he feels indebted to me.

I squeezed out two tears, bent down pretendingly, and shouted in a low voice: "It hurts."

I didn't wait for him to respond for a long time, I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and saw that his expression was gloomy and difficult to understand, still standing in place like a statue in meditation, I was a little dumbfounded.

But how could I give up teasing him so easily?

I didn't give in, and made a gesture of anger, and hummed softly: "I have no strength, I can't pull out the knife. My lord, I'm about to bleed to death."

Still dead silent.

I sighed, and thought to myself, making Fu Qing subdued is much more tiring than cutting out the heart and blood. With this effort, I might as well go back to my room to recuperate for a few days, why do I embarrass myself?

Just about to give up, there seems to be a cool breeze blowing beside me, and the cold fragrance rises by itself.The next moment, my hand holding the knife was wrapped in ice.

I looked down.

Well, it turned out that it was not ice, but the hand of Master Zhenjun.

Reluctantly, Lord Zhenjun pulled out the saber for me, and then jumped back, with a brisk posture, and was three feet away from me.

He hid really fast, I wanted to take advantage of the situation and lean in his arms, but now I had no choice but to pretend that my foot slipped, and performed a Guanyin sitting on the lotus for him.

4.

I sat on the ground and looked at him.

After taking the blood, he usually turned around and left without any regrets.I don't know what medicine I took wrongly today, and I stood where I was, looking hesitant to speak.

I was so happy to look at him a few more times, I rolled my eyes with a smile, and didn't make a sound.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally moved, took out a small jade bottle from the Liujia gold pouch on his waist, and threw it to me.

I reached out to catch it, pulled out the plug, and poured out a jet-black ball, held it between my fingers, and held it up to my eyes.

Fu Qing said: "This is—"

Before he finished speaking, I swallowed the ball without chewing.

Perhaps he was taken aback by my actions, his voice stopped abruptly, and his unchanging cold eyes finally had some ups and downs.After a long pause, he was able to complete the second half of the sentence: "...It is the sacred healing product of the Qiansang tribe."

Exactly what I thought.

I pretended to be happy: "Lord Zhenjun treats me so kindly."

Fu Qing was indifferent to my compliment, and snorted coldly, "You dare to eat anything."

"As long as it is given by Master Zhenjun, I dare to eat it."

My heart is like a bright mirror, he wants something from me, so naturally he won't think of harming me.If I die, his dear cousin will also die, and join hands with me in Huangquan.

That being the case, how dare he harm me?

Fu Qing frowned, looked at me for a while, and his face became a little strange, his lips opened and closed, but he didn't say a word, as if the next words were very difficult to say.

I waited patiently for a long time before I heard him say, "Does it really hurt?"

His question caught me a little off guard.I was stunned for a while before I came back to my senses, and asked him with a smile: "Is Master Zhenjun caring about me?"

Fu Qing was silent for a moment, then lightly scoffed: "...It's nonsense."

After finishing speaking, Feng Mu gave me a cold look and walked away.

You don't need to guess, what he is thinking at the moment is: a dog's mouth is a dog's mouth, and he will never spit out ivory.

His indifference to me is not a day or two.I wasn't annoyed at all, and with a smile on my face, I said sincerely: "Don't worry, Lord Zhenjun, as long as I do something for you, no matter how painful it is, I will be willing."

After I finished speaking, I held my breath and listened carefully, and as expected, I heard four big characters faintly coming from a distance: "It's a bunch of nonsense."

I couldn't bear it anymore, I slapped my thigh hard twice, and laughed out loud.

5.

Actually I lied to him.

My real body is a branch of Shenmu with a cut crown.It is said in the book: Wood has no heart, no five senses.It's just that I'm different from other woods. I became a fairy queen and opened my spiritual orifices, and I can understand four of the five senses. The only thing I can't understand is pain.

I lied to him that I would be in pain, but it was just a clumsy petty trick, hoping that he would look at me more.

After the laughter faded away, the corners of my mouth were flattened, and there was no expression on my face.At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up on the spot, and the sound of the wind buzzed in my ears. It was so powerful that it seemed to swallow up the weak sounds around me.

Only the wind is left.

Only the wind?

No, no.And... there seems to be something else.

I closed my eyes, listened attentively, and finally heard—it was the sound of a living heart beating, echoing very regularly and dullly on my chest, under the skin.

Strange, Shenmu should have no heart, why would I give birth to one out of thin air?

Before I could think about it, I felt tears already welling up in my eyes, rushing down from the corners of my eyes.While weeping, I thought blankly:

I do not remember.