Chapter 63 63%

Shen Rongyu turned his head sideways, and pulled out a slender neck line. In the moonlight spilling in outside the window, there were deep and shallow shadows on his neck, which outlined the outline of the bones.

He fixed his eyes on the short-lived imprint behind his ear. The ends of the extended petals were slender, with a blood-red color, giving them some coquettish beauty under the moon.

This is indeed Ji Qingzhuo's work, because the Epiphyllum jade pendant he wears on his waist is roughly the same shape, although the lines are simple.

Shen Rongyu asked himself a question, why is almost all of his clothes related to Epiphyllum?

Maybe just like it, for no reason.

In the mirror, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

His sleeves fluttered in the wind, and everything around him was extremely quiet.

In an instant, he disappeared in place, the room was silent, the moonlight in the autumn was cold.

——

Ji Qingzhuo cleaned up after Shen Rongyu left, and was ready to sleep. When she first returned to Baishui Island, she had already fed and fed again, so she didn't need to go to Shen Rongyu's place again.

She lowered her head and splashed the hot water in the copper basin on her face, the room was warm, so she took off her fox fur and put it on the chair beside her before painting. She was sweaty because of her nervousness. .

Ji Qingzhuo took a bath and felt much better. She looked at the umbrella that she painted with short-lived flowers, and was a little happy.

It seemed that some wish had been fulfilled, and her heart, which was easily filled, seemed to be wrapped, and she felt very relieved.

Before going to sleep, Ji Qingzhuo carefully placed the umbrella beside his bed, then climbed onto the bed and went to sleep,

She wrapped herself in a thick quilt, wrapped herself into a big zongzi, buried her head in the quilt, and only exposed the back of her head. It seemed that only this way of sleeping could make her sleep peacefully.

For a long time, in the quiet night, a figure flew under the moon and went straight towards Ji Qingzhuo's residence.

Mao Mao, who was sleeping quietly in a corner of the courtyard, was awakened by the sound of footsteps. He raised his head, glanced at Shen Rongyu, and found that he was an acquaintance, so he lowered his head to sleep again.

Carrying the Snow Burying Sword in his hand, Shen Rongyu pushed open the door, and walked directly into Ji Qingzhuo's house. The moonlight poured into the house from behind him, framing his figure as slender and slender.

He looked at Ji Qingzhuo lying quietly on the bed, his beautiful long eyelashes were falling, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent that could not be concealed.

For him, Ji Qingzhuo may just be a fun object, keep it, tease her, and watch her reaction is also quite interesting.

However, Ji Qingzhuo could actually leave traces on him - with her blood, Shen Rongyu couldn't understand this, but he was extremely disgusted with the feeling of being controlled, and now... Ji Qingzhuo left traces on him, although Unconscious, but he... can't accept it.

If you can't accept it, then kill it.

He picked up his sword, came to Ji Qingzhuo's bed, and looked at her.

Ji Qingzhuo was sound asleep, and she never dreamed, so her breathing was even and shallow at this time.

She was clutching her quilt tightly. In her sleep, she was also so insecure. It seemed that no one could give her a kind of power that would make her feel at ease, and she didn't trust herself very much.

Even when she fell asleep, her expression was dull, her thin lips were tightly pursed, and on her closed eyes, her long eyelashes fell quietly, like a perched butterfly.

Shen Rongyu only glanced at her, and her eyes traced the light and shadow of the moonlight on her cheek. He didn't hesitate any more, and only took out the sword. The Snow Buried Sword flashed in the cold light under the moon, and the mirror-like blade reflected Ji Qingzhuo's quietness. Sleeping face.

However, when the sword light was about to fall, Shen Rongyu's movements stopped, and he raised his hand, preparing to pull the quilt that Ji Qingzhuo was wrapping around his body a little.

Maybe he didn't need to cut her face off. He wanted to cut her body with a sword along her neck. Her soul might not be there, but he could make her a mindless and unique puppet.

When Shen Rongyu pulled the quilt over Ji Qingzhuo's body, Ji Qingzhuo felt a chill, and she sneezed.

She didn't notice that Shen Rongyu was here, she just fell asleep quietly, and there was still no special expression on her face.

But she felt Shen Rongyu's breath in her deep sleep. Because of the killing intent, he didn't pretend any more, and even his palms were cold. When Shen Rongyu's cold hand pulled the quilt over her, Ji Qingzhuo had a sense of familiarity. a feeling of.

It was the red air current, growing in the boundless sea of ​​blood, the red air current that was clinging to her.

Ji Qingzhuo turned his face sideways, like in the training space, and rubbed Shen Rongyu's fingers, this was just a conditioned reflex action, as long as the red airflow was close to her, she would respond to him like this.

Shen Rongyu's fingers pressed against her cheek, her face may have been tinged with wind and cold, or some other reason, and it was hot.

Did his long eyelashes tremble slightly, his fingers paused, and suddenly turned in a different direction.

Perhaps... there is no need to use a sword, the sword is bloodthirsty, and it absorbs all her flesh and blood, and there is nothing left.

After being strangled, there will be no scars, and there is no need to cover up the wounds when making dolls.

Since opening the door and seeing Ji Qingzhuo, he has changed his mind twice, giving in time and time again.

However, Ji Qingzhuo did almost nothing. She was lying there quietly, and she was able to collide with the killing intent that he had gathered.

His fingers caressed her neck, her pulse was pulsing freshly, and as his palms throbbed, the epiphyllum mark on the back of his neck seemed to start to heat as he touched hers.

Shen Rongyu was still wearing the big robe he had put on when he first came up from the pond. It was silk, as white as moonlight. .

There is a large mirror beside Ji Qingzhuo's bed. At this time, he leaned over to touch Ji Qingzhuo's neck. In the mirror, the long black line scars were blurred on his neck, but the red light was faintly lit. - The moment he touched her.

Because the mark was hot, Shen Rongyu's fingers put down some strength, and he pressed hard on the pulse of Ji Qingzhuo's neck.

Ji Qingzhuo still didn't react, because the red airflow in the practice space was also tightly wrapped around her neck. Sometimes she couldn't breathe, and she would make a light gasp, and the airflow would relax a little, even still. As if expressing apology, he gently pecks and kisses her neck.

Of course, Ji Qingzhuo didn't need such an apology.

She didn't realize the danger was approaching.

When she felt Shen Rongyu's hand gradually tightening, she was very sleepy and didn't want to wake up, she just raised her hand and hugged him tightly as if in the training space.

In the sea of ​​blood, what she was hugging was the red airflow that had just transformed into the exit.

Today in this moonlight, what she is hugging is the complete Shen Rongyu.

Ji Qingzhuo hugged him in a daze and called out, "Xiaoyu, don't do this."

She thought, this red airflow finally has a human shape.

Ji Qingzhuo hugged him and pulled down gently, Shen Rongyu pressed down on her body, and his other elbow was bent and supported by her ear, so it was not completely pressed down.

When Ji Qingzhuo wrapped his arms around his neck with a little warmth, Shen Rongyu's eyes dimmed, and the hand holding her neck was released.

He thought that if he killed her and made her into a real puppet, then the mindless puppet should have the same expression as Ji Qingzhuo now, with a blank face, dumb and stupid, and even slow to speak. Tun Tun, no matter what he said or did, she couldn't give him any response.

So what's the difference between killing her and keeping her.

Whether the wood is dead or alive, it is the same.

He persuaded himself with such outrageous reasons, and the red tan on the back of his head continued to light up.

Shen Rongyu let go, and the killing intent disappeared. Killing her was within his thought, and she couldn't escape.

However, just when he took off Ji Qingzhuo's hand from his neck and propped himself up to leave, Ji Qingzhuo woke up.

He made such a big noise, even if Ji Qingzhuo was slow, she should wake up.

Before Ji Qingzhuo opened her eyes, she sniffed, the fragrance of the soul had penetrated into her nose, and she sniffed vigorously.

She fell asleep, only subconsciously called out, "Senior Brother Xiaoyu?"

Shen Rongyu narrowed her eyes, he was dragged onto the bed by Ji Qingzhuo, so their current posture... is quite inappropriate.

Moreover, how could he explain that he suddenly appeared in her room?

Shen Rongyu didn't speak, just straightened up and knelt down beside Ji Qingzhuo.

The moonlight slanted in from outside the door, his loose hair fell down, sticking to the side of his pale as cold jade cheeks, and the white silk clothes fell.

Ji Qingzhuo opened her eyes, she turned her head to look at him, she hadn't reacted yet, she was just woken up, her mind was a mess, and she couldn't understand anything.

"Senior Brother Xiaoyu?" She insisted on calling him, "It's so late, why are you looking for me?"

Ji Qingzhuo's voice was very soft and soft, not because of her soft personality, but because she was too lazy to be interested in anything, and even saying a word seemed to consume the energy she was reluctant to spend.

Shen Rongyu knew that she was easy to deceive, so he pushed the Snow Burying Sword aside a little, and said without changing his face, "I came to look for you when I remembered that I haven't practiced today."

He is used to wearing a mask of hypocrisy, so reasonable lies can be told by opening his mouth.

Ji Qingzhuo narrowed her eyes, the night wind blew away from the door, her eyes were not very good, she was facing the moonlight and could not see his appearance.

She was very sleepy, yawned, and found that Shen Rongyu was only wearing a thin outer robe, revealing his cold white skin, with clear muscle lines.

It is clearly a very beautiful body, but behind him are terrifying scars and a coquettish red tan.

Ji Qingzhuo didn't think about it that much. When she woke up from her deep sleep, her thinking ability was slow. All she thought was—

"Okay, let's practice then." She agreed.

Then, she half-supported herself and pulled herself out with the thick quilt that was already warm with her body temperature.

She threw the quilt on him, and Shen Rongyu's figure leaned back a little.

"Cover with a quilt." Ji Qingzhuo said, "Wear so little, don't get caught in the cold like me."

Shen Rongyu's tongue was slightly raised, and he wanted to say something.

Ji Qingzhuo's eyes fell on his lips, and when his lips moved, she knew what he was going to say.

"You can't say I'm a fool." Ji Qingzhuo pushed the quilt on Shen Rongyu.

Shen Rongyu leaned over, his body was shrouded, blocking the moonlight, leaving a shadow, and the hair on his forehead fell.

Who would have thought that he came here to kill her in the first place?

Ji Qingzhuo didn't know, only he knew.

But he held her wrist and said in a low voice, "Cultivation."

"Okay." Ji Qingzhuo responded, and she fell into his arms.

The spiritual energy poured in from the place where the skin of the two was close to each other, and Ji Qingzhuo's whole body floated up and left his body.

She seemed to hear what Shen Rongyu said, but she didn't hear it clearly because her consciousness had left her body.

Shen Rongyu's thin lips parted lightly, and he said these words to Ji Qingzhuo who was confused.

"It's silly. It's more comfortable to die like this than to stay with me awake," he said.

The author says:

Shen Rongyu: I'm here to kill her

Get ready to slash with a sword

Cut the neck, hide the wound

Or just strangle to death without wounds

Forget it, don't kill it.

Practice it qwq