[Comprehensive Martial Arts] The heroine is not human

Fu Hongxue convulsed and twitched, and fell into the pool of sticky blood.

His face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his jet-black hair stuck to his face, making him look like he had been fished out of the water, and the glaring blood was also stained on his face , making his face paler and more miserable.

His teeth were chattering constantly.

Seeing Qiu Xing, he suddenly became agitated, and shouted for her to get out, but Qiu Xing did not leave, but walked towards him step by step. Fu Hongxue trembled uncontrollably, screamed suddenly, and pulled out the knife with his backhand. , A knife is about to chop on his leg.

In the blink of an eye, Qiu Xing made a move and grabbed Fu Hongxue's pale wrist, stopping his self-abuse.

Fu Hongxue stared at Qiu Xing, the redness in the corners of his eyes became glaring, and he said sharply, "He...you arranged him to appear here, didn't you! You're going to force me...you're going to force me...!"

Qiu Xing's green eyes looked at him without any emotion, and then he struck his sleeping hole like lightning.

Fu Hongxue didn't even hum, and just passed out.

Even though he was unconscious, his left hand was still holding his knife, and he refused to let go.

Qiuxing tilted her head and looked at him for a while, as if she was in deep thought. After a while, she picked him up and walked to the third floor.

In the darkness, Fu Hongxue dreamed of his mother Hua Baifeng again.

Family is the initial connection between a child and the world. If a child lives in a deformed environment since childhood, it is impossible for him to know what is normal and what is love.

Fu Hongxue has always longed for love, but never got it.So he always thinks... If I do better, if I do better, will my mother touch my head and make a bowl of warm porridge like other mothers What about me?

In his sleep, he suddenly felt a hand gently touch his forehead, as if testing whether he had a fever, and then that hand gently rubbed his hair, so gentle.

The hand rubbed the top of his head, flicked his forehead again, and then was about to withdraw.

Fu Hongxue suddenly grabbed that hand, that soft, warm hand.

"Mother... Mother..."

he murmured.

If he is more awake, he can clearly recognize that it is not his mother's hand, because Hua Baifeng's hand is as dry as a branch, but this hand is delicate and soft, with a warm fragrance .

Fu Hongxue held this hand tightly, refusing to let go.

However, in the dream, he could still hear Hua Baifeng's vicious curse and disappointed eyes.

...If she saw that she would be in such a mess after killing someone, she would definitely regret having him as a son.

Fu Hongxue woke up suddenly and sat up, covered in cold sweat.

His expression was contorted in pain, his chest heaved violently, as if he had been brutally abused, and even his neck was strangled, making it impossible for him to breathe.

Qiu Xing was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a strange expression.

Fu Hongxue was startled, and suddenly shrank back, gritted his teeth and stared at Qiu Xing, and said sharply, "You...why did you send me here?!"

Qiu Xing said, "Should I throw you out?"

The corners of Fu Hongxue's eyes suddenly turned red. After hearing this, he twitched in pain, and then lowered his head as if trying to hide it. His broken hair stuck to his forehead covered in cold sweat, making him look extremely pitiful.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly murmured: "Yes...you should have thrown me out long ago, now you should understand, I...I..."

Qiu Xing said: "Understand what? You are a trash who can't kill anyone?"

Fu Hongxue's chest suddenly rose and fell violently.

He said excitedly, "You shouldn't care about me."

Qiu Xing said: "Ask you to die on the street?"

He gritted his teeth and said, "I can't die."

Although he didn't live for a long time in his life, he really suffered a lot of suffering and humiliation. He always gritted his teeth and endured those humiliations and sufferings, even if he was thrown out of the house and left in the sand all over the sky. , muddy and dirty streets to fend for themselves, he will only crawl out of the pain, shrink into the corner to lick his own wounds, until the next day... he will still endure nausea and kill, and go to his All the enemies were killed.

Qiu Xing suddenly smiled.

She said: "Before you say such things, can you let go of my hand? You hold me so tightly and say such miserable words. Are you acting like a baby to me?"

Fu Hongxue was taken aback.

Only then did he realize that Qiu Xing's hand was being held in his hand.

His hand almost lost consciousness due to excessive excitement and tension, so that he didn't even realize that he was holding Qiu Xing's hand tightly. He let go of his hand reflexively, and looked down again. Qiu Xing's hand.

Red marks had been pinched on her hands long ago, and they lay ferociously across her white and delicate skin, which showed how much strength he had exerted.

Fu Hongxue suddenly felt a little helpless.

He stared at that beautiful hand, only felt that the red grip marks were really glaring, he lowered his head, and suddenly said: "...I'm sorry."

Qiu Xing said: "You still hold my hand and call mother! Do you remember?"

Fu Hongxue: "..."

He remembered.

In the dream, he thought it was his mother stroking his forehead. He was full of misery, as if grabbing a life-saving straw... grabbing Qiu Xing's hand.

Qiu Xing moved closer to him, and those overly bright green eyes appeared in front of Fu Hongxue, and the faint scent of clouds and candies on her body lingered on Fu Hongxue's body bit by bit.

Qiu Xing, Qiu Xing.

For some reason, Fu Hongxue's stiff back suddenly relaxed a little, as if smelling this scent could make him relax.

But he still turned his eyes away, refusing to look at Qiuxing's face, just staring at the red mark on Qiuxing's hand.

On the way to the border town, he saw many things, for example... In the south of the Yangtze River, he saw a woman whose arm was touched by a man, and cut off her own arm for the sake of chastity. people praised.

He just felt that this world was really strange, for some illusory things, it would treat a woman like this.

Looking at the red mark on Qiuxing's hand, he suddenly thought of the poor woman who was forced to cut off her arm.

Fu Hongxue suddenly sighed: "...I did something wrong, and if you want to punish me, I will bear it."

Qiu Xing said, "Oh? What did you do wrong?"

Fu Hongxue was silent.

After a while, he said, "I shouldn't...shake your hand."

Qiu Xing said again: "Then how do you think I should punish you? How about cutting off your hand?"

Fu Hongxue looked at his right hand, his fist was suddenly clenched, and then slowly relaxed.

He slowly stretched out his hand and said, "Come on."

He is a person who can't lie, and he doesn't make any advances by retreating at all. Since he said this, he is really willing to cut off his hand to compensate Qiu Xing.

Qiu Xing stared at him fixedly, and for the first time realized that this young man was really a little...

One-sided brain.

She suddenly stretched out her hand again, and gently placed it on Fu Hongxue's.

His knuckles were distinct, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging due to tension, and the muscles on his entire arm also tightened. Qiu Xing suddenly touched a blood vessel on the back of his hand, and pressed gently.

Fu Hongxue's fingers trembled suddenly.

Qiu Xing said: "Don't you want revenge? How can you take revenge when you lose your hand?"

Fu Hongxue raised his head, squinted at the curtain above the bed, and said after a while, "One hand and one leg is enough."

It was almost a masochistic reaction.

He was already crippled, and now he doesn't mind being more crippled. Perhaps this crippled body will be chopped into sections one day and fed to dogs?Or maybe he can only live long enough to kill all his enemies?

Since I have never longed for a better life, why care about incompleteness or completeness.

Qiuxing's heart skipped a beat.

She suddenly moved closer to Fu Hongxue, and whispered in his ear, "I don't want your hand, I want your person, okay?"

The woman's voice was like a cat's tail, swaying gently, leaving only a slight itching on the human body.

But at that moment, Fu Hongxue's whole body tensed up!

He was stunned!

Qiu Xing didn't seem to be satisfied, she suddenly reached out and pinched Fu Hongxue's chin, forcing his gaze to meet his eyes. , playing with him like a slave, making him obedient.

Fu Hongxue is strong and strong, this thing shouldn't have happened, but it just happened.

His voice was squeezed out of his throat: "...you, what are you doing?!"

Qiu Xing said: "Why do you always avoid my eyes? Don't my eyes look good?"

She always speaks amazingly, making people wonder what to do.

At this moment, Fu Hongxue didn't know how to answer her...Of course he didn't think Qiu Xing was unattractive, on the contrary, she was too good-looking.She is obviously slender and looks so innocent and pure, but she has a contradictory personality, which makes him want to tear it open to see whether this girl named Qiu Xing is made of candy or spirits. made.

Qiu Xing said that he wanted someone from him.

He...he wasn't angry at all.

Perhaps what he wanted to avoid was precisely this non-angry self.

His chest suddenly rose and fell violently, and his whole body was like a bow stretched to the extreme, as if he would be killed by the tearing in his heart in the next second.After a long while, he suddenly hissed: "Could it be that every man who sees you must submit to you and be your slave?! Does everything in this world have to be as you wish?!"

He obviously spoke in such a sharp voice, but there was no soaring anger in those eyes, as if he was bewildered and in pain, and he seemed to say again: I have killed someone for you, look, look what I have become , why do you still force me?Still forcing me? !

Qiu Xing suddenly sighed, and said, "If I knew this was your first time killing someone, I wouldn't have asked you to do so."

That was indeed her temptation, but if she knew what Fu Hongxue would look like after killing someone, she would definitely not do that. What she wanted was a real Fu Hongxue, not a broken Fu Hongxue.

She's just an ordinary bad woman, not a super bad woman.

Fu Hongxue was stunned.

Qiu Xing restrained her playful smile, and there was no poise and cunning in those green eyes, only... a little bit of regret, a little bit of sincerity.

There is also a little... heartache and regret.

It's strange that he has been sick so many times in front of his mother, but her mother has never felt heartbroken.He actually saw this expression of heartache and regret in the eyes of a woman he had only known for a few days.

The corners of his eyes turned red suddenly, as if he couldn't help but shed tears, but his self-esteem would never allow him to shed tears, so he could only grit his teeth tightly.

Qiu Xing gently wrapped her arms around her, and she embraced Fu Hongxue in her arms. Fu Hongxue's eyes were lost, as if he had lost the strength to resist.

Qiu Xing's hand touched his face, and the muscles on his face suddenly twitched.

Qiu Xing said: "You are really too nervous. In fact, nothing in this world is worth your nervousness. You look like you are trying to force yourself to death."

She smiled and said, "A boy like you should learn how to relax himself, understand?"

Fu Hongxue suddenly grabbed her hand.

He held on so tightly, as if his only life-saving straw.

His lips whispered, "How should I relax?"

Qiu Xing said: "I know a method, may I teach you?"

Her tone was light and soft, like a spring breeze with sweetness.

Fu Hongxue suddenly felt that the pores all over his body had been opened. He looked at Qiu Xing's face with misty eyes, but saw that the tip of her small nose was also slightly reddish. She smiled at him with her lips pursed, and asked coquettishly: " is it okay?"

Fu Hongxue didn't know what to say for a long time.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He was indeed bewitched by her, she designed him to kill, tied him up and threw him into her storage room, but he never got angry, not at all.

But Qiu Xing had already received his signal.

She said softly, "then you wait for me."

Fu Hongxue nodded imperceptibly.

Qiu Xing stood up suddenly, and walked out of the room gracefully, leaving only Fu Hongxue alone. He stared at Qiu Xing's swaying skirt, and suddenly bit his teeth until his gums were bleeding.

After Qiu Xing walked out of the house, he hid aside.

Suddenly, a circle of white mist surrounded her. This white mist was a bit strange, covering her face indistinctly. The next moment, the pure white clothes suddenly fell to the ground as if they had lost their backbone. A white long-haired cat suddenly appeared on the pile.

The big cat yawned loudly, then entered the room with extremely graceful steps, and jumped onto the edge of the bed lightly.

... and Fu Hongxue stared with big eyes.

For a long while, Fu Hongxue refused to touch it. Mao Mao tilted her head, thinking: What's wrong!I am so generous and generous to help you heal your heart, but you are not willing?Just now we clearly agreed!

Maomao, woo woo, meow, chattered excitedly.

Fu Hongxue: "You are... her cat, aren't you?"

Maomao nimbly jumped onto the bed and rubbed against his hand.

But Fu Hongxue's heart had already been filled with remorse and self-blame. He suddenly hated himself, hated that he was not a good person.

Mao Mao arched his head in dissatisfaction again.

Fu Hongxue exhaled a long breath of foul air, stretched out his hand to stroke the big cat's fur...it was still as warm and fluffy as a cloud.

For some reason, he suddenly relaxed.

He was lying on Qiuxing's bed, which was the softest bed he had ever stayed in in his life. When he got stuck in this bed, he began to feel groggy. After he relaxed, he couldn't control it. fell asleep.

It's also sleep after exhaustion.

He still holds the cat in his arms.

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His clothes were stained with a lot of blood and had already been washed, so at this moment, he was naked and sleeping on Qiu Xing's bed.

Qiuxing's cat's claws suddenly showed sharp nails.

The claws of the Nine Lives Cat Demon, besides being cute, are naturally sharp weapons for killing people. At this moment, those sharp claws glistening with cold light were lying on Fu Hongxue's heart, as if they could dig out his heart anytime, anywhere. Same.

——Qiu Xing can indeed do this.

The sharp claws approached slowly, but Fu Hongxue was still in a peaceful dream, unaware that the hands that had been soothing his emotions just now had reached his heart at this moment.

Then--

Press down a plum blossom!Press another plum blossom!

Well, this is the brand of your slave, and I will know where you go from now on!Qiuxing thought happily.