beg for chivalry

In an instant, the two of them escaped from the tense and deadlocked atmosphere just now, fighting like a cornered beast!

Jin Wu gritted his teeth, turned over the quilt, and stood up.Yan Jiubian charged forward like a tiger, as if opening his hidden fangs.He put the medicine bowl aside, and took out the celadon bottle that Zuo Buzheng gave him back then, and there was less than half of the medicine in it that hadn't been poured into the bowl.

The two wrestled together, fisting and kicking fiercely and violently.The fierce fist brushed against the forehead, bringing out a hot red mark.Gritting his teeth, Yan Jiubian slammed his knees and legs on Jin Wu's waist, pressing him hard to the ground.

The Raksha Ghost was covered in cuts and bruises. At this time, under the violent struggle, the wound burst open, and blood overflowed.When his green eyes stared at people, they were like sharp awls, piercing Yan Jiubian's heart trembling.But now don't think about it too much, Yan Jiubian has quick eyes and quick hands, put his elbow against his chest, while Jin Wu was struggling, he bit off the cap of the bottle in his hand, and forced the bottle mouth to his mouth.

But Jin Wu was disobedient, turning his head and dodging frequently.Yan Jiubian suddenly thought of many ways, either grab his nose and force him to open his mouth, or remove his jawbone and pour the whole bottle of medicine into his mouth.

But the Clothes Ghost made another decision, and while Jin Wu was struggling, he grabbed him by the neck like lightning.In an instant, the memory of being abused flooded his mind, Jin Wu shuddered again and again, and couldn't help shrinking his body to avoid the restraint, but Yan Jiubian took the opportunity to grab him by the neck, and threw him to the ground.

"Give me...to drink!" Yan Jiubian's eyes cracked, he stuffed the mouth of the bottle straight into Jin Wu's mouth, with the rim of the bottle resting on his teeth, and barely took a few mouthfuls.

The bitter and slightly spicy medicinal liquid flowed into the mouth through the gap between the teeth, Jin Wu was dazzled, his strength weakened under the pain, and the hand holding Yan Jiubian slipped little by little.Yan Jiubian pinched his neck without any hesitation, and after the liquid medicine in the celadon bottle was filled, he grabbed the medicine bowl on the side, forcefully opened his mouth and poured another bowl of medicine into it.

After the liquid medicine was finished at last, Yan Jiubian felt relieved, and the porcelain bowl in his hand fell to the ground, shattering into white pieces.The moment he let go of Jin Wu, the Raksha ghost slid down limply as if a bone had been pulled out.Yan Jiubian hurriedly stretched out his arms to catch him, stopped him by the waist, hugged his limp body to the edge of the straw mat, and then slowly put him down.

I don't know what the medicine is, but Jin Wu's expression is in a trance, his eyes are empty, as if his soul has been sucked suddenly.

Yan Jiubian was worried, and patted his face: "Jin Wu, how do you feel... Jin Wu?"

Jin Wu seemed to be in a state of drunkenness, and responded vaguely, but shook his head as if he couldn't understand the words in his mouth.Yan Jiubian wrapped him in a thin quilt, sat aside and watched him quietly.I saw Jin Wu huddled in the thin quilt, staring blankly at the zenith, motionless.

Like a lifeless china doll.Yan Jiubian touched his eyes and closed his eyelids, the Raksha ghost did not resist, as if he had fallen asleep.Probing under the nose, there is a little breath, as if stunned by the medicine.

Outside the window, the willows are dark and the flowers are late, the grass is clear and peaceful, and the sound of insects is rustling.What can he do?If the landlord's wishes are not fulfilled, one day I will die in the wild, and I will not return to my home after death.

"sorry…"

The Cloaked Ghost stood quietly for a long time, then let out a long, trembling breath towards the dark pavilion, and murmured, the sigh was like a thin thread dissipating in the wind.

"I want to live too... You are so powerful, you are favored by God, you can always live..."

"So, it's okay to help me...?"

In the bedroom above the Guanyin Pavilion, Yan Jiubian's days seemed like years.That place is the pleasure place of the left master, but it is the blood river hell of the assassins of the Ministry of Water.

At this time, blood was overflowing on the plain clothes hanger, and the sound of blood drops falling to the ground was like thunder in the secluded room.A dead body was strung across the beam like roasted meat, its face twisted and squeezed, and the wooden strips pierced him from head to toe, setting him up high in front of everyone.

Yan Jiubian was naked, knelt down on the ground trembling, and waited for Zuozhuzhu's copper whip to fall on his bruised back.

Zuo Buzheng was furious, she picked up an assassin's Tianling Gai, and nailed him to the hanger like he was wearing tofu.The mournful and long howling shook the earth wall of the bedroom, but it ended abruptly in the dying moans.The blood poured down on the ground, as if spreading bright red amaryllis flowers all over the ground.

"Shui Jiu, oh Shui Jiu, you are really stupid and clumsy. How long did it take you to feed him a bottle of medicine?" The woman's iron boots suddenly stomped hard on his back, and the sharp upper of the boots instantly cut the flesh Slashed and left a bruise when lifted.A mocking voice suppressed overwhelmingly from the top of his head, "You claim to be his most trustworthy partner, but this is the only thing you can do? This medicine is considered to be slow-acting. If you are as slow as a mud turtle, how will you get it?" How long will it take to feed him the ten bottles of medicine I gave you?"

"Yes...the subordinate is incompetent." Yan Jiubian's teeth were shaking, he twisted his mind, trying to find some pleasure from Zuo Buzheng's bullying and cruelty. "This subordinate has ordered him to drink up a bottle, and he will be able to..."

There seemed to be a rain of blood in front of my eyes.Immediately there was a rattling sound of toothache, it was Zuo Buzheng who twisted off the assassin's head pierced on the bar, flung the crushed flesh between his fingers on his face, and said coldly:

"If it's one day later, the Ministry of Water will die one more person, you can decide for yourself."

My heart and my eyes seemed to be wrapped in a black curtain, and the night fell suddenly.Yan Jiubian looked around in panic, but he couldn't find a place to lean on, and there was only a lingering winter-like chill in his body.

Can he escape Zuo Buzheng's clutches?

I'm afraid it won't work, her coercion is too terrifying, her pair of slender hands are like life-threatening spears, which can tear people alive in an instant.Yan Jiubian has never seen a person with such high martial arts, with a ghostly figure and star speed. It is rumored that someone once tried to escape from the fence, and fled ten miles away. When he looked up, he saw the Yasha girl sitting on the branch and looking at him with a smile on her face. .The result must be that the liver and brain are smeared and turned into minced meat.

Everyone who escaped was captured by her and sent to the execution room with her own hands, where they were tortured beyond human form.

Yasha has always been invulnerable to swords and guns, and was able to be besieged by the Daxing Yongding Gang and the Beipai Luanshan Dao without any damage. The only thing that can hurt her is the Tianshan Gate Yubai Dao, the legendary No. [-] sword in the world.So he must be powerless to contend with this evil spirit, he is just a pawn as cheap as ants and dust, there is neither a way out nor a way out in the cage of Houtianlou.

I don't know how long he knelt, until his hands and feet became stiff, and there was no movement in his ears, Yan Jiubian raised his head tremblingly.Yaksha had already left, and a string of bright red footprints appeared in the pool of blood, leaving a deep brand in his eyes.

Yan Jiubian started to put on his shirt with trembling hands, and the Water Ministry assassins in the same room also silently picked up their own clothes and put them on.Everyone tacitly walked around the blood-stained Mu Shi, leaving the horrific corpse of his companion behind.

When stepping out of the room, the slightly hot summer wind blows towards her face, bringing some warmth, which makes Yan Jiubian have a real sense of being in the world.There was a burning pain in his back, he twitched, paused his footsteps, turned his head and asked the Mizube Assassin at the side timidly: "I... the ointment is over, and the caregiver will not have time to go to Kibe for a few days. Take it, do you have any left over there?"

What was waiting for him was not the usual gentle response.The assassins from the Ministry of Water passed by him coldly, without saying a word, each climbed up the railing and jumped into the temple.

The Clothes Ghost stood there in a daze, a sense of loss and desolation suddenly crept into his heart.He clenched his fists tightly, but he couldn't speak a word.

It's no wonder, after all, it was he who dawdled and failed to obey Zuozhuzhu's order, which made the Water Department assassin implicated.Because of him, countless people were crushed into blood.In this matter of life and death, others will naturally not give him good looks.

In an instant, he seemed to be abandoned by everyone.Zuozhuzhu was extremely disappointed in him, and the Ministry of Water was no longer considered a place for him.Suddenly, he had a wishful thinking: Will Jin Wu forgive him?But soon he seemed to be thrown into the abyss of disappointment, I'm afraid he won't, the man mentioned Zuo Buzheng's hatred to the bone, and he would never forgive himself who bowed his knees in front of Yasha.

Yan Jiubian climbed up the carved railing alone, and the sultry and annoying summer wind swirled around his body, he jumped into the temple.

When he arrived at the Octagonal Pavilion, he carefully touched the three celadon bottles in his hand. He gave Jin Wu a bottle of medicine earlier, and there were six bottles bought at the Haijin stall to tease Jin Wu. All the gadgets are put together in the bag.

He pushed open the door of the pavilion nervously, the strong stale smell was still there, and the flying dust seemed to be flowing from the beams.The golden sunlight was cut into pieces of light scales by the panes, swimming on the stone bricks.In the shadow of the pavilion, Jin Wu was curled up in a thin quilt embroidered with twig patterns, breathing shallowly with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Since Yan Jiubian gave him medicine that day, he slept more, and every time he woke up, he didn't say a word, his eyes were dim, like a piece of rotten wood, lifeless .

While he was still asleep, Yan Jiubian took out the celadon bottle and tiptoed down beside him.The Cloaked Ghost hesitated for a moment, and pressed his hands on his neck, for fear that he would struggle when he woke up.At the same time, he bit the bottle cap cruelly, put the rim of the bottle against Jin Wu's lips, and poured it in.

This time Jin Wu was quite obedient, he only struggled for a while as if in a dream, and then swallowed the liquid medicine.Yan Jiubian panicked, and after finishing one bottle, he grabbed another bottle from the side and fed him all of it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Yan Jiubian closed his eyes and murmured over and over again with a trembling voice.But these whispers couldn't make him feel more relaxed, instead they weighed down his heart like a heavy stone.

"It's all my fault...don't blame me. I want to...live too, but I don't know what to do."

He choked with sobs, stepped back dejectedly, sat down on the ground, and buried his face in his palms:

"Please, tell me, what should I do..."