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The temperature of ordinary people would not be so low, and Ji Huai would not have noticed the strangeness before, linking two seemingly unrelated people together, but he still slept with each other in the same bed the night before.

Ji Huai picked up the dagger without changing his expression, put it into the scabbard, and said with a smile, "This is a gift from a friend of mine."

Feng Zuo was silent and did not speak.

"My friend is very small-minded, and he always likes to play tricks to make others misunderstand." Ji Huai put the dagger in his sleeve, put the jade pendant on the table, and stared at him, "Feng Zuo , what do you think I should do?"

Feng Zuo's voice was low and hoarse, "Young Master Ji's private affairs, it's inconvenient for my subordinates to ask."

Ji Huai chuckled, "Well, it's inconvenient to ask."

Feng Zuo stood aside silently, Ji Huai was still holding the mace given by Quan Ning in his hand, and was about to speak again, but his eyes froze.

He hadn't looked carefully before, and there were densely packed words engraved on the small fangs, but the words were weird, they didn't look like Chinese characters, but some ancient Sanskrit words. What.

Seeing Ji Huai holding the small wolf tooth and looking seriously, the atmosphere around Feng Zuo became a little cold.

Ji Huai didn't realize it, and after studying it for a long time, he couldn't find any way, so he simply stuffed the wolf's teeth into his sleeve.

Just at this moment, many noisy voices came from outside the door.

"This Tiansheng Temple is so big!" A young girl said with a charming smile, "Daddy, where do we live?"

"Little junior sister wait for me!"

"Master, the stables are full, where should our horses be tied?"

"Isn't this Daoist Qi from Feixian Tower? I've been waiting for him for a long time! I'm at Chuhongmen, Chutian..."

"I heard that the leader of Henglong has arrived, why don't you visit together?"

"A few over there, what are you doing?"

"........."

There seemed to be a lot of people pouring in from the front yard, laughing and cheering constantly, the sons and daughters of martial arts are so passionate, so they don't care about trivial matters, even if someone rises up to compete in martial arts in the yard, there are endless applause.

Ji Huai listened curiously inside the door, and was about to open a crack to take a look, when the door was held down by a pale hand with long sleeves.

Ji Huai turned his head to look at him, "I just watch."

"Young Master Ji, don't cause trouble." Feng Zuo said.

Ji Huai leaned on the door with his arms folded, and looked at him with a half-smile, "Zhao Yue just asked you to protect me, but he didn't say that you could restrict my freedom."

The person under the black robe seemed to be choked by him, but he still didn't let go of his hand, "Outside there is a jumble of fish and dragons, all of them are coming for you, you are looking for death if you go out."

Ji Huai snorted and laughed: "Why don't you continue to call me Mr. Ji?"

Feng Zuo: "..."

Ji Huai sat leisurely at the table, "I'm hungry."

"This subordinate has someone bring food over." Feng Zuo turned around and went out the door.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ji Huai looked at the steaming hot food on the table, picked up chopsticks and ate a couple of tasteless mouthfuls, and said dissatisfiedly, "This white fungus soup is cold."

"Go down and change." Feng Zuo reached out to hold the white fungus soup in front of him, but he slapped it away.

"No, I can barely eat it." Ji Huai took two sips, then pointed to the meatball and said, "The meat is not very fresh either."

Feng Zuo asked: "Do you need to change it?"

"Change it, remember to instruct the cook to chop the meat finer." Ji Huai instructed seriously: "Put less salt."

"Okay." Feng Zuo responded, but did not move.

Ji Huai was dissatisfied: "Is this how you serve people?"

Feng Zuo picked up the plate of meatballs, swallowed his anger and went out the door.

Ji Huai ate other meals slowly, and when Feng Zuo brought up a new plate of meatballs, he just put down his chopsticks.

"It's too slow, I've already finished eating." Ji Huai waved his hand at him, "Take it all down."

Although he couldn't see the opponent's face, Ji Huai clearly felt the cold killing intent from the opponent.

Not only did Ji Huai not hold back, but he even intensified: "Add some snacks, not too sweet, and not too bland."

Feng Zuo dared not speak out, he cleaned up the leftovers on the table, and went to get him some snacks.

After eating snacks, Ji Huai wanted to drink tea, and after drinking tea, he wanted to play chess and look for chess records. He tossed back and forth all afternoon and all night, but Feng Zuo just endured it silently.

Before turning off the lights at night, I have to tell Feng Zuo, "Remember to bring some agarwood tomorrow and smoke my clothes."

"Yes." Feng Zuo's voice was tinged with ice.

Ji Huai let out a bad breath in his heart, and fell asleep happily.

However, he was not happy for long, and in the middle of the night, a cold hand grabbed his neck again.

Ji Huai who suddenly woke up: "..."

This time, he was not blindfolded, and his acupoints were not sealed, but his body was covered with fine silver-white silk thread. As soon as he moved, the back of his hand was cut by the thin thread, and fine blood leaked out.

Ji Huaideng didn't dare to move.

Zhan Hua sat on the edge of the bed, looked at him with interest, moved his hands away from his neck, pulled a thread at random and asked him, "Do you know what this is?"

Ji Huai said: "Broken Soul Silk?"

Zhan Hua's eyebrows moved slightly, "Zhao Yue told you?"

"What are you doing here again?" Ji Huai didn't answer his question, his eyes fell on his pale hands.

Zhan Hua said: "I only kept the jade pendant last night, you can use these threads to weave a nice pattern."

It's okay if he doesn't mention it, but Ji Huai gets angry when he mentions it, "Are you so interesting?"

"It's very interesting when you are arguing about eating meatballs and pastries during the day." Zhan Hua stared at him expressionlessly.

Ji Huai: "..."

Sure enough, he was careful.

Zhan Hua casually took his cut hand out of the entangled thread, and said: "These threads can kill people in an instant when stretched, so be careful when you weave them."

"I don't—" Before Ji Huai finished speaking, Zhan Hua put his hand to his lips.

In the night, he was stared at by the fake monk, and there was a warm and soft touch on the back of his hand.

The eyes of the two people met in the dark, intertwined and entangled, which was more dangerous than the broken soul silk on his body. The wound on the back of his hand was kissed by cold lips. He knew that the other party wanted the blood from the wound, but Ji Huai still listened to it. It was hot, and I tried to pull my hand back.

Zhan Hua easily clasped his wrist and looked down at him, "If you move around again, these threads will cut your clothes and leave countless wounds on your body. A drop of your blood is very precious to me. With so many wounds, I don't want to waste them."

He said blankly: "Or does Mr. Ji want me to do this on purpose?"

The word "Ji Gongzi" was deliberately emphasized by him and he said it slowly, ambiguous and deliberate.

Ji Huai blushed instantly, and said angrily, "Nonsense!"

Zhan Hua smiled slightly, and wrapped those thin threads around his wrists loosely, but what he was saying before was killing people in an instant, Ji Huai's heart was hung up again, vigilantly Looking at him, "What are you doing?"

"Take one hand back to satisfy your hunger first." Zhan Hua's voice was eerie in the dark night.

Ji Huai's scalp felt numb, and he subconsciously retracted his hand, but he heard Zhan Hua say: "Your wrist will break as soon as you exert force, don't worry, it won't hurt."

Ji Huai didn't dare to move anymore, but he refused to admit defeat, "You might as well just kill me to save trouble."

Zhan Hua chuckled, loosely tied the threads scattered on Ji Huai's body to his wrist, and tied a slipknot for him thoughtfully.

"Ji Huai." He hooked the thin silver thread wrapped around Gou Ji Huai's wrist, "Don't untie it casually."

Ji Huai frowned and stared at him.

"I can't be by your side all the time." Zhan Hua said, "If Quan Ning comes again, you can find a way to kill him yourself."

"I won't kill people." Ji Huai was free from the entanglement and restraint of those silk threads, so he sat up boldly and lowered his head to pull the thread on his wrist.

Zhan Hua grabbed his hand, "Don't move."

Ji Huai looked up at him, Zhan Hua looked at him for a moment, then looked away.

Obviously nothing happened, Ji Huai seemed to be infected by him, and lowered his eyes uncomfortably, looking at the hands of the two people who were holding each other, but didn't want to pull them back.

Zhan Hua's hand was always cold. He held that hand in his palm and squeezed it lightly.

The cold hand froze for a moment.

"How long can you live?" Ji Huai suddenly asked.

Zhan Hua suddenly fell silent, but he didn't withdraw his hand, and said after a long time, "Nine months."

This time the silent person was replaced by Ji Huai.

From that unexpected kiss, Zhan Hua calculated his sincerity, he calculated Zhan Hua's hypocrisy, and even knew that Zhan Hua might have told him on purpose. But it was still inevitable to feel sad.

The sadness is so real, mixed in the half-true sincerity, like the silver thread on his wrist, indicating the ambiguity and danger that are entangled.

"Ji Huai, I will live and do whatever it takes." Zhan Hua reached out and touched the wound on his neck, "When that day really comes, I will not soften my heart to you."

Zhan Hua always repeatedly emphasized this matter to him, as if he was afraid that he would get too deep.

"How long will it take you to make the medicine?" Ji Huai asked him.

"More than half a month, nearly a month." Zhan Hua replied.

"Then we still have eight months." Ji Huai smiled warmly at him, "Have you ever gambled?"

"No." Zhan Hua was dazzled by his smile for a moment.

"How about we take a gamble?"

"What are you gambling?"

"Bet you and I are sincere."

Ji Huai saw that Zhan Hua was reluctant to kill him.

Zhan Hua knew that Ji Huai was reluctant to let him die.

But when it came time to make a life-or-death decision, they all hoped that they would be the one to live.

If you win the bet, you can live.

If you lose the bet, if you lose your heart, you will lose your life.

"By the way, take the treasure in that picture as a lottery." Ji Huai looked at him with a smile, "Do you dare to bet?"

"Why not?" Zhan Hua twitched the corner of his mouth.

Instead of being entangled like this, it's better to live happily and freely for a few months. If he wins the bet, the people, medicine, and treasures are all his, and he doesn't have to be so obsessed with Ji Huai's death.

Ji Huai blatantly dug a hole for him and invited him to jump into it together.

And Zhan Hua didn't want to refuse.

"Master Ji is very smart." Zhan Hua's eyes gradually darkened.

"Thank you." Ji Huai gave him a smug smile, as if he was only looking at a silly but scheming little fox.

Zhan Hua felt itchy from his laughter, stared at his lips with lowered eyes, and asked seriously: "Ji Huai, can I kiss you?"

Ji Huai clutched his sleeves nervously, unlike the situation where he lost his mind last night, he slowly approached Zhan Hua, his nose was filled with the fragrance of the other party's bitter medicine.

The night is as cool as water, and the moon is in the sky.

Ji Huai gently kissed Zhan Hua's lips, solemn and gentle.