Chapter 359: The warm blood splattered on her face (slightly abused)_1

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The sound of the wind suddenly became very loud, as if to cover up the sound of sorrow.

Ning Qing held the handle of the short knife in her hand, her eyes filled with extreme sadness and viciousness.

The sharp end of the knife was buried in the man's shoulder.

Blood flowed down, dyeing the fabric even deeper.

The veins on Nian Xi's forehead popped, and he clenched his jaw tightly. The light in his eyes shattered, gathered, and shattered again, and so on.

Ning Qing's thoughts were in a complete mess. She just wanted to vent all her anger and hatred that she had been holding back for a long time.

However, when she realized that she had actually hit him, her mind went blank

Her eyelashes trembled fiercely, like a tree branch shaking off snowflakes.

Nian lie, I dare to do anything.

Her voice was hoarse, but it was clear in the night.

Nian lie's thin lips were tightly pursed, and sweat seeped out of his forehead. It was obvious that he was suffering inhuman pain.

Ning Qing's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly pulled back the short knife.

The warm blood splattered on her face and the back of her hand.

As she moved, Nian lie's body froze. He took a few steps back out of habit until he couldn't bear the weight and fell back into the chair.

He covered his wound with one hand and panted rapidly, his gaze falling heavily on her.

After a while, he laughed. you did well.

Ning Qing's hand that was holding the hilt of her sword was completely numb.

She turned her head and looked at him with a complicated expression. you're crazy, she said.

She had stabbed him, and he actually said she was good!

Ning Qing turned her face away. She could no longer withstand the suffocation in the room. She was going crazy!

She was flustered and wanted to jump out of bed, but the man stopped her.

Don't go, he said.

Ning Qing tightened her grip on the edge of the bed, and Nian Yun's breathing grew heavier.

It's cold outside and you're not in good health. Don't run around if you're injured. He said so calmly.

At that moment, ning Qing suddenly could not understand him.

Ignoring her complicated gaze, he suppressed the bone-piercing pain in his shoulder and stood up with his other hand on the edge of the table.

Ning Qing looked at him warily. Nian lie heaved a heavy sigh and smiled bitterly. now, I can't do anything to you even if I want to.

Ning Qing, I'm not a God.

He was not invulnerable. He could also be injured, his heart would ache, and his pain would be indescribable.

The color in ning Qing's eyes changed. After the man tried to take a step, he swayed his body and pulled the door open to go out.

She still did not say anything.

Nian Jin leaned against the door and slowly turned his head. I should pay you back for the stab tonight. Ning Qing, I accept all your hatred, but after tomorrow, I hope you can temporarily put down your hatred for me, because we still have to go out together.

Ning Qing looked at him in shock.

Nian Jin's eyes flickered. He returned to his room and left with the White porcelain bowl.

Sleep early, good night, he said softly to ning Qing as he closed the door.

The door was locked.

The sound of his footsteps outside told ning Qing that he had really left the room.

All sorts of thoughts ran through her mind, making it hard for ning Qing to breathe.

She lowered her eyes and saw the bright red on the back of her hand.

In the next moment, her face was covered in tears.

Outside the courtyard gate, on a huge bluestone slab, a man bent his back and took off his clothes with great effort, revealing a wound with blood gushing out like a spring.

There was something deep in his eyes that could not be seen clearly under the moonlight reflected by the stream.

He bent over and poured some water on the wound.

Nian lie's back tensed up from the pain, but he still didn't show much expression.

After cleaning the wound, she applied the ointment on it and wrapped it tightly with a cloth.

Hualal

With the sound of running water, Nian lie raised his head to look at the half-set moon, which reflected the woman's pale and sad face.

A tear finally rolled down from the corner of her eye.

It dripped into the stream beside him.