Just after the two words were said, the lingering voice was still lingering, the curtain was suddenly lifted, and Yimo oppressed him, forcing Ji Jiu to open his eyes. The two looked at each other in the dark, like two beasts hiding in the depths of the jungle, each with their own injuries.

Ji Jiu said, "You deliberately embarrass me."

For this sentence, Yimo did not defend. In fact, when the woman came this way, he immediately noticed that he was hugging Ji Jiu and had no intention of letting go. Later, the woman got closer and closer, until she stood near the courtyard wall and saw their hugs at a glance... He knew that it would cause trouble to Ji Jiu, and he didn't intend to let go. Although this person doesn't know how important it is to him, at present, he can't let go if he can.

Yimo stretched out his hand, touched his face with cold fingers, rubbed it for a moment, and asked, "Why don't you justify?"

Ji Jiu was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned his face away and threw off the finger, asking, "What's the excuse?"

"She said you broke your sleeves." Yimo retracted his hands and sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt, put himself in, put himself next to the warm body, tucked the quilt back in, and put his arms around the man's waist. Continue: "Why don't you justify?"

Ji Jiu sneered, resisting the affectionate hand on his waist, and said, "Is defense useful?"

"I didn't do anything out of the ordinary, I just hugged you. When I kissed you, she had already left." Yimo grabbed his wrist under the quilt, held it in her palm, and abandoned him. He only held that hand on his waist, then stopped moving, and continued: "She was just speculating and became suspicious, so she came to deceive you, so as to find out the truth... If you defend, she will be relieved. You don't argue, why?"

"No reason!" Ji Jiu threw his hands in the quilt, and used another hand that was not imprisoned to rescue. Both hands were taken by Yimo at the same time and locked in his arms. Ji Jiu was annoyed and raised his leg to kick him, and said sharply, "Let go!"

Yimo locked the man in his arms before he laughed, his voice was low, very pleasant, then he turned around and whispered in his ear, "You don't argue, but you admit it?"

"Recognize what?!" Ji Jiu was overwhelmed and kept hiding, not even listening to the meaning of his words.

Yimo said, "You recognize the name of 'Broken Sleeve'."

Ji Jiu was startled, and forgot to resist, and quickly denied: "Nonsense!"

"Is it nonsense?" Yimo said lightly, "If you didn't recognize it, why didn't you justify it at the time? You might not be able to see it. She would feel a lot more at ease with your defense, but you didn't argue, but instead said something like that— —I clearly admit that I have a habit of breaking my sleeves and that Longyang is good, and I promise to change it. Why, I want to change my mouth now?"

Ji Jiu stopped resisting after being stunned. She looked sideways at him as if stunned. After a while, she finally lowered her voice and said angrily, "How can I justify her? Tell her that for more than half a year, Did I put a man under my body?! Tell her that I am not a Longyang fetish at all, but forced to bend over?! Do you want me to tell my wife that her husband is the bane of a monster?! You let me How to say it!" His voice was lowered to a very low level, but it was close to a roar because of anger, as if he was squatting on the ground.

He said, "How do you want me to justify her?!"

It was in such an angry shout that Ji Jiu hid all the uneasiness and shame he felt.

As Yimo said, when confronted at that time, he didn't even think about defending himself that he was not what she thought, and he didn't even think about washing away this disgraceful name for himself.

Instead, it was admitted.

As Imo said, yes.

——Acknowledging that he is the love of Longyang and the habit of breaking his sleeves. Ji Jiu's voice suddenly became hoarse, as if a fire had ignited from his body, igniting all his blood and sweat, leaving only a dry skin.

Ji Jiu started struggling like crazy.

Yimo was stunned by his screams, and without noticing for a while, let him break free, and then quickly reached out and grabbed him, not allowing him to leave. Ji Jiu was torn over, and turned over and twisted with him. The martial arts he had learned were brought into full play. When Yimo was not casting spells, Ji Jiu raised his knees to hit him, hit him with his elbows, and The strength of the whole body, the hard bones that can cause damage in every place, fought with him, as if his life was hanging by a thread.

Yimo didn't use spells. In fact, only a small spell was needed to make this man who seemed crazy quiet down and could no longer resist. But he was useless, he knew that even if Ji Jiu couldn't move, he would still be dissatisfied and even more hated.

He had to fight with him, and he was not allowed to escape, he had to be suppressed, pressed on the bed, locked in his arms, and if he could not let go, he would not let go. He always hurts him in his heart, and every time he exerts his strength, he must control his proportions, and he is not willing to let this person hurt, so he is quite embarrassed to suppress Ji Jiu, who is desperately working at this time.

He was originally a demon who was used to his own ways, acting freely and unrestrainedly, killing or saving people, but it was an instant decision, but he had never been in such a hurry to be rushed by a mortal's offensive like this. He has scruples, fetters, reluctance and pity, and fear.

He was afraid that he would hurt him, so he always avoided his attack cautiously, even when he suppressed it, but Ji Jiu was not afraid that he would hurt him.

Ji Jiu is not afraid. Because there is no compassion.

Therefore, this wrestling has not yet begun, and the outcome has already been decided.

Ji Jiu broke free, stood barefoot on the ground, and drew out the long sword on the shelf. With a "clang", the sword was unsheathed. Jian Feng pointed at Yimo's eyebrows.

"Don't go to my bed again." Ji Jiu said.

Ji Jiu said, "Otherwise I'll cut you."

Ji Jiu said, "I'm not Shen Qingxuan, I'm Ji Jiu. Don't take me for Shen Qingxuan."

Yimo said, "In my opinion, there is no difference." After a bit of a pause, he added, "You can't cut me."

"You can't kill with one knife, but a thousand knives can always kill you." Ji Jiu said quietly, "Otherwise I'll chop myself."

Yimo laughed when he heard the words, as if he thought the scene in front of him was funny, and at the same time seemed to be ridiculing, three parts funny and seven parts mocking. Ji Jiu stood, the sword pointed straight at him, and did not move in such a smile.

After a moment of confrontation, Yimo restrained his smile, looked indifferent, and spoke again, as if he had seen everything sharply: "You are afraid."

Ji Jiu didn't answer, but the sword edge trembled at a speed invisible to the naked eye. Imo Cave looks like a fire.

In an instant, Yimo stretched out his hand to hold the blade of the sword, the sharp blade embedded in the palm of his hand, and blood dripped down.

Ji Jiu's hand, who was holding the hilt, trembled again.

Yimo remained silent, pulling the long sword with all his strength. No matter how deep the wound was, he pulled it out of Ji Jiu's hand.

Holding the sword blade, the long sword was hanging upside down in his hand, Yimo took a step forward, Ji Jiu took a step back, then stood firm and did not retreat. Yimo's bloody hand caressed his throat, and then exerted force. Ji Jiu closed his eyes and felt the blood and suffocation coming together, but his heart was calm. He felt that if he died in his hands, it would be considered a dust fall Certainly. With such a thought, Ji Jiu calmed down and did not resist in the slightest, making his hand around his neck tighten.

Yimo watched his face gradually turn red, and the red spread quickly, wandering around like a bloody carnival. Turning his ear, Yimo listened attentively to the hissing sound from his pinched throat, as if a strange creature was sending a message of endangerment. Yimo leaned closer to his ear, and a cold voice without any emotion rang out, as if making a statement to the person who was gradually losing consciousness: "Ji Jiu, in your heart, you recognize this dragon. The sun is good."

- "Since the second time, you have liked what I did to you."

- "So you jump into the river and you feel dirty."

——"This love should be a secret, only you know it, but now I know it."

- "So you're scared."

Yimo said quietly, and then slowly let go of his hand, and in the violent coughing sound from his side, his voice lost its ups and downs, and became unusually deserted: "Ji Jiu, I can allow your mouth to be wrong. Heart, I also allow you to do whatever you want, even if you do something wrong, I won't annoy you."

"Because you are Ji Jiu, you want to be Ji Jiu. I won't stop you."

"You know, I don't mind killing you. So don't threaten me with your small and humble life."

"Ji Jiu, please remember this."

Ji Jiu calmed down from the violent cough, listened to the man's voice, paused, rang again, paused again, and finally... silently.

He straightened up and looked around, the people had disappeared, only the blood and blood in the room remained for a long time.