Chapter 22 Going to the appointment alone

"Ice Ning!"

With an abrupt sound, Xi Xinmiao woke up in a trance. The head leaning on the back of her hand lost its center of gravity. She woke up, but it was a whisper.

There is a thin sweat on the forehead. Looking at the bright sky outside the window, the belly is white. Is it dawn?

Slowly, the decoration in the room will be realized, and Xi Xinmiao's expression will return to clarity and frown: This dream is too real.

She never believes in ghosts and gods, but...

Is

because you are too concerned? She actually dreamed that Bing Ning was facing a huge disaster.

Another night passed. She asked the dark guard of the Blood Studio to go out to inquire about the movement in the palace and did not dare to relax for a moment.

At the same time, she has been waiting for the mastermind who planned the incident to appear. She knew that she would come to her.

It's just that the other party seems to have sunk into the water, without any ripples.

Cheng Shishi, Lianxingjiao, is it really as she thought...

She got up, and the stalemate all night made her get up a little slow. When she stood up, she knew that her hands and feet had been paralyzed.

Standing with his hands on his back, there was no emotion on his face, but the tight hand had turned white.

Looking at the plum blossoms scattered outside the window, the bottom of my eyes are deep, and I have a hunch in my heart, which is very bad. I'm afraid that the situation of ice is not optimistic.

"Wo!"

A plum dart cut through the sky and nailed it straight to the wooden door.

"Who!"

However, the dart man has long disappeared, and his wonderful light skills have not even revealed a shadow, let alone chasing.

I didn't dare to delay. I took the letter paper nailed to it, and my dark eyes condensed coldly, and I twisted the letter paper in my hand together.

Don't wait to look closely, all the people in the room disappear...

Zuiqing Building

The gentle hometown, which was chaotic overnight, was as quiet as sleeping at this time. In the corner of the room, there was a humiliating sin.

The ground is full of messy rags, mottled blood stains, a little scarlet, full of rotten guilt.

The naked and intertwined body, the night's entanglement, left only pale gray in the eyes of the woman with empty eyes.

The hands are tied to the head of the bed with cloth strips, and a circle of dark red blood marks have been worn on the wrists, and the bones can be seen. A head of green silk was scattered on the snow-white bedding, and the blood stains on his lips had dried up.

The red and swollen eyes have already overflowed with the slightest trace of water and tears, and they cried all at that time.

Between the neck, chest, nibbling, biting, lingering marks, magic barrier!

It's not pain, but more humiliation and despair than pain.

It's like a dead corpse, numb and bear. In addition, can she have any other redemptions?

How I hope it is a nightmare, but the tearing pain of the lower body is a ruthless reminder of what really happened to her.

Alive? Does she still have this qualification?

She stiffly turned her head to the sleeping person beside her, and her almost broken eyes rekindled the sharp light that seemed to tear people apart, and then she immediately fell down: even if she killed him, she could not go back.

I can't go back, and I will never go back.

In grief, she is like a lifeless doll, without the ability to resist at all and the consciousness of resistance.

So much so that she didn't notice it at all when someone came in and nodded Shen Gen and stood in front of Bing Ning.

"Spring Festival, I think it was an unforgettable night last night."

Cheng Shishi's white gauze half covered her face and untied the shackles of ice with one hand, and she herself was staring at the woman who was not an inch under her body with her hands around her chest.

The scars all over her body are full of deep hopelessness. Looking at the expected appearance of ice, Cheng Shishi only felt that the long-standing silt finally had a trace of dredging, and even the tone was a little brisk.

** The person was slightly shocked, but his eyes were dull and did not leave the bed curtain above his head at all, as if he had not heard Cheng Shishi's knife-like irony and complacency at all.

Cheng Shishi didn't see the ice and was not angry. She had light eyes and stretched out her hand to close her hair slightly.

"What if your young lady sees you live like this?"

She said leisurely, speaking very slowly, but it pierced into her heart like a sharp sting.

The dull expression finally showed a crack, and the disguise was disintegrated.

"What do you want to do!" The hoarse voice did not seem to belong to the woman. With a strong hatred and a trace of humble timidity, Bing Ning forced herself to hold up her body, regardless of the naked body with humiliation marks all over her body, staring and hostilely.

"Of course, I want you to see the master you are loyal to. Let her see that this is her good slave, and even such a crime is willing to suffer for her."

Cheng Shishi looked at the ice with a smile, looked at the careful cowardice in her eyes, and said, "Why, don't you dare to see it? That's right. How can your young lady's fairy-like existence allow any dirty stains?

Obviously, the woman opposite her body trembled violently after hearing the word "dirty", and Cheng Shishi's lips rose into a charming arc, which was not enough, far from enough!

Bing Ning grasped the pleated sheets under the bed and forced her body not to tremble in front of the woman.

She looked up and stared at her. Deeply, suddenly, she smiled, smiling loudly and unscrupulously.

"Hahahaha---" Bing Ning smiled uncontrollably and almost burst into tears.

"What are you laughing at!" Undoubtedly, Cheng Shishi was angered by such ice, and her eyes suddenly made her feel inexplicable panic and disgust.

After finally calming down, there was still a residual smile on his mouth and the pitiful sarcasm, "I laugh at how pitiful you are, but I still can't replace the position of the young lady in the eyes of your beloved man. The man you love is a young lady who loves me deeply.

You're right. I'm just a trivial girl around the young lady, but I'm still very happy to protect the people I want to protect on my own.

Thank you for giving me, I'm dirty; as you wish, I hate you; but the person I guard is fine, she is safe, which is more important than anything else!

What about you? You are very lonely. No one is willing to pay for you without trust. Cheng Shishi, how sad you are!"

"Shut up, shut up!"

Cheng Shishi was out of control and slapped hard, which made her own hand faintly painful.

Looking at her anger and calmness, Bing Ning slowly stretched out her hand to wipe off the blood from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were even more contemptuous.

The pain in the palm of the hand seemed to pull back the angry woman slightly, as if she had just found the gaffe. There was a coldness in her eyes, and the strange emotion that had just been revealed was under the gentle and gentle appearance.

"So what? So what if you are not loved? I own him, he owns me, he gives me all the power and status I can enjoy, glory and dignity, believe it or not, as long as I want, I can step on the bottom of my feet.

She bent down and approached, and the veil covered the faint smiling arc, but her eyebrows were bent, and the kind of calculating chest made people feel faintly uneasy.

"What are you going to do?"

"You will know soon."

With a raised hand, accompanied by a slight fragrance, the alert woman fell down.

Cheng Shishi straightened up her body, and her tolerant jade face was slightly twisted. She looked coldly at the ice, and the corners of her mouth were tight. Her nails hidden in her sleeves cut into the skin and skin without knowing it...

The other side

Xi Xinmiao came to a waste wooden house on the top of the mountain alone according to the requirements in the letter and looked at the surrounding terrain.

It is overgrown with weeds, and the road up the mountain is almost covered by shrubs. It seems that it has been desolate for a long time.

The location here is very remote, and it is not recorded on the map at all. She only sends people to monitor the movement of the palace, and does not dare to act rashly, but ignores such a loophole.

Thinking of this, she suddenly darkened her eyes. If something happened to Bingning, she would not forgive herself.

"su su----"

The sound of the leaves rubbing came from a wave of far and near. Hearing the sound, Xi Xinmiao quickly turned around and looked at the person behind him.

"Miss Xi is so punctual."

Soft praise, Cheng Shishi approached in a wide cloak, with a harmless smile, perfect and impeccable.

"Gun over the people." He squeezed his eyebrows and stared at the person who came.

Sure enough, it was her. The biting dog was silent, and the cancer could not be pulled out.

"People are naturally friends, but how do I know if Miss Xi really came alone, but she didn't set up an ambush around her?"

There is no superfluous burden, and it goes straight in.

"What do you want?" She said in a low voice.

"How about eating this?"

After taking the brown pill she threw, she didn't want to throw it into her throat, and a touch of bitterness melted in her throat.

"Miss Xi is so bold. Aren't you afraid that I gave you poison?"

She covered the fleeting surprise in her eyes, and she pretended to smile inadvertently.

"Do you dare to poison?" She is cold.

Cheng Shishi was stunned for a moment. She was right. She really didn't dare to poison her immediately, just because the master clearly told her that she could not take her life.

Even if she doesn't want to, but she doesn't dare to disomit, but she must also say that Xi Xinmiao is not better.

"Where are the people?" Xi Xinmiao took a step closer, and the sharp people in his eyes did not dare to look directly at him.

After making a gesture, two men in black appeared ghostly behind Cheng Shishi, and there was a woman in their hands.

Although it is completely different, it depends on the clothes on the body, which is clearly the same as the clothes when Bing Ning was abluted that day.

"Miss, please go!" The hoarse shouts are like broken rubble, so sad and eager.

"Ice Condensation!" Xi Xinmiao's slightly doubtful eyes immediately changed to a trace of urgency.

The same voice, the same body, and the same stupid care about her safety. Who is it if it's not her ice?

"Uh--"

Xi Xinyao, who was in pain, stopped moving forward and looked at the dagger tightly against the ice-coated neck covered with green and red marks, and the blood had overflowed along the blade.

"If you go further, I can't guarantee that my knife will end your good girl's life ahead of schedule."

Cheng Shishi smiled, and the force against his neck was not loose but tight.