Throwing himself heavily onto the deep sea blue bed, with his hands folded behind his head, Geng Yuhuai closed his eyes, trying hard to keep his body rushing between the flower pistils and "Bai Shi", trying hard not to have any extra time.
Recall Hua Yu's tragic "let go" when she fell off the cliff. This body has almost exhausted all its energy. But it still can't stop the empty heart from hurting again and again.
Let go?
No! He won't let go! He never lets go, he doesn't admit that Hua Yu really walked out of his life like this. Xing Li found Jian Fengyi, and Xingli saw a woman with a similar figure to her. Jian Fengyi
If he didn't die after falling from such a height, then his flower language wouldn't die either. Although it was just a thin ray of hope, he would rather hold on to this hope and stand there waiting for her to return.
Yes! She will definitely come back to him.
The white window screen floats gently under the soft moonlight, curling like clear smoke and as light as ripples of water. The jasmine flowers on the window rails bloom with delicate white fragrance, and it seems as if she is slowly approaching with familiar warmth and fragrance.
The closed eyes were a little hazy and struggling for a moment. The fragrance was too vague, and the limbs were so lazy that they gradually became unable to stretch in the fragrance. The tired brows tightened in alarm. This was not the fragrance of jasmine. Although it was similar, it was not elegant enough.
It was so sweet. I opened my eyes suddenly and jumped up from the bed. The weakness of my limbs became more and more obvious, but I knew that the top-heavy foot was not caused by lack of sleep. I stumbled carelessly and struggled to stabilize my body.
, only to realize that there were about ten black shadows standing around the room.
Before these black figures could be seen clearly, deadly cold light was pouring in from all directions at the same time.
Instinctively, he retreated, flipped over, and kicked out with his right foot, knocking over the black figure who was the first to attack him. He stretched out his right arm to block the inevitable deadly cold light, and felt a pain on his arm.
The bloody light and dripping blood diluted the ferocious heat, and the sudden stinging made the chaotic consciousness clear up a little.
After landing, there was no room for thinking. Two more black figures rushed to the right and front. They squatted, punched, swept the lower body, pressed the blade, and clasped the wrist with their fingers. After exerting force, the joints were broken, and there was a muffled cry of pain.
But Geng Yuhuai felt that the joints under the fingers were too delicate, and the voice sounded delicate.
The people who came to attack him were all women?
He turned sideways to avoid another figure coming towards him, and with a strong pull on his wrist, the woman in black with broken wrist joints was pulled in front of her, just blocking an inch of the cold light that flew towards her. The cold light
There was a flash of blood, and the woman who was attacking with the dagger actually didn't care about the life or death of her companions. She turned her wrist and exerted force, and the dagger passed through her body and stabbed directly at Geng Yuhuai.
His consciousness became clear, but his limbs gradually became difficult to gather strength. For a moment, Geng Yuhuai was forced back two steps by the body-shattering force, and the tip of the dagger had pierced his abdomen an inch. He gritted his teeth and pushed hard in front of him.
The two women staggered back and retreated to the corner before managing to steady themselves.
Looking up, he saw four women in black lying in the room, and six others surrounding him in a layer-by-layer manner. He was standing in the inner corner next to the bed, far away from the door and ten steps away from the window.
A distance away. There was also a woman in black standing at the floor-to-ceiling window.
Only then did I notice that the height and body shape of these women were... actually somewhat similar to Hua Yu.
This realization shocked Geng Yuhuai Qingming's mind. These women all wrapped their faces in black gauze, only revealing their cold eyes, which were focused with murderous intent.
~What a vicious plan!
This attack was probably aimed at the life of someone like Geng. He clenched his fingers into fists and adjusted his body shape and steps. Geng took another step back defensively, pressing his heels against the corner, slowly gathering his strength.
.
Huayu will not attack herself. Huayu would rather get hurt than take action to hurt herself. The planner behind this is probably going to be disappointed. He found a few women with similar body shapes, put out a little smoke, and tried to easily take away his own.
Life? Although he has a vicious heart, he is really childish.
He is the Suzaku of the "Dongjing Alliance", and he is also the person in charge who has grown up through blood and killing. A little psychological warfare will kill him. He overestimated himself and underestimated him.
He shook his head hard. Although the power of the drug continued to spread in his limbs, once he made up his mind to knock down the women in front of him, it only took a few minutes. If he hadn't planted the drug, he would have been able to defeat them.
The moment just now was enough.
The decision was made, and the murderous intent in his body was condensed coldly. The corners of his mouth even curved into a bloodthirsty arc. Before the black shadow in front of him took action, his attack was already in front of him. Wherever the lightning-fast fist touched, there was a groan.
and the sound of broken bones.
How many daggers and women want to kill him?
With a disdainful snort, his fingers clamped down on the incoming cold light, and directed it toward the fist coming from behind. With a "stab" sound, the black sleeves were cut off, and his white wrist narrowly avoided the sharp edge.
It was not cut off at the wrist, but ferocious blood marks were left on a bunch of tangled jasmine vines.
The clenched palm shook heavily, and the wound in my heart, which seemed to have been gouged out alive, began to burn and hurt like salt. The ten strength on the fist was immediately reduced by a few points. Thousands of thoughts passed through my mind, but the cold eyes remained the same.
It was cold, but could no longer suppress the turbulent waves in my heart.
His heart was in confusion, and his steps became even more messy and frivolous. The cold light suddenly appeared, and he lowered his waist to avoid the sharp blade that was coming towards him. The green light flashed through the ends of his hair, and the rubber bands that bound his hair were broken and cut.
A strand of hair. The originally docile hair above the shoulders immediately flew up and spread away.
Before he straightened up, two black figures swayed to the left and attacked him. One took his left shoulder and the other took his right lower body. Behind him was the "jasmine vine wrist" injured in the attack earlier. In front was the man holding a dagger and cutting off the rubber band that bound his hair.
The woman was suddenly surrounded by enemies on all sides, and there was no way to escape.
The situation is already extremely dangerous. The attacking shadows all have deadly green blades in their hands, but Geng Yuhuai has no weapons. Only by retreating and using the "jasmine vine wrist" behind him as a human shield can he hope to escape unscathed, but if he wants to
He turned around to pull the woman behind him, but he couldn't reach out. Although he told himself over and over again in his heart: It's not her! It's not her! It's just the opponent's psychological tactics!
But the fingers are stiff and the body is stiff.
In the blink of an eye, the attack was already in front of him. He raised his legs and bent his knees to block the attack from the right lower body. He twisted his foot and kicked the attacker in the shoulder. His hands were intertwined to block the direct thrust from the front, but he could no longer dodge the thrust.
The sharp point towards the left shoulder. The left shoulder felt pain, and a blue light dagger had penetrated into the shoulder blade. With a groan, he opened the front blade with one hand, and slapped back with the other hand. He tried to pinch the knuckle of the palm holding the dagger with his fingers, but the opponent did not.
She also guessed his intention, and her hands were like slippery fish. As soon as the dagger struck, she turned her wrist and wanted to withdraw. She was faster, Geng Yuhuai was faster, but her shoulder blade was injured and she was unable to catch it. She pinched the joint but was still caught.
The opponent jerked it back and grabbed it with his fingers, and the sleeves were actually pulled away, revealing a string of jasmine vines under the moonlight.
Geng Yuhuai was stunned for a moment, and he laughed miserably.
It seems that it is no longer possible to escape unscathed today, Huayu! My heart hurts, but I am also relieved. Instead of living and suffering like this, it might not be a good thing for him to have a chance to find her now. Think about it, Gang
He gritted his teeth and reached out to pull out the dagger that was deep in his shoulder blade. Immediately, blood was covered in mist and splashed over most of his body. The severe pain in his body was insignificant compared to the pain in his heart.
Want to kill him?
It's not impossible, but you have to pay for it with your life.
Holding the dagger in his right hand, Geng Yuhuai rushed toward the other women in black, covered in blood. The cold light was like running water, like the starlight rushing out. He wanted to drag these pretenders with him to death. He was hating in his heart, and his body was completely no longer on guard.
, he did not dodge the attacks coming at him, he was so sharp that if the enemy gave him a knife, he would take it, but he also gave his opponent a knife, and his knife was so cruel, accurate and tricky that those who hit him were in the heart and fell to the ground twitching.
After a few blows, he died.
Of the six women who were originally standing in the room, three have fallen to the ground at this moment. Of the remaining three, one is still guarding the window, and the other two are standing beside her. Seeing Geng Yuhuai's desperate fighting style, he was heartbroken.
Feeling fear, the women on both sides glanced at each other, turned around and wanted to escape from the window, but how could they let them do so because of their anger at this moment? The dagger in her right hand was accurately thrown at the woman on the left, and she had already rushed to the right.
woman.
The figure was like a ghost, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of him. With one mistake, his right hand grasped the woman's throat and tightened it suddenly. The woman guarding the window here had already taken action. As the light circulated, a cold light turned gray.
Geng Yuhuai frowned, and the woman in his right palm was thrown towards her.
With a light spin, the person had already passed sideways. The thrown body fell to the ground with a "pop" and became limp and motionless. Geng Yuhuai must have pinched his throat before being thrown.
Geng Yuhuai rubbed his body and punched upwards. The opponent turned back and bent his waist, barely able to avoid it. Geng Yuhuai turned his fist into a claw, turned his hand downwards, grabbed it, and hit the waist in the eye. With a slight exertion, the body under his hand let out a muffled groan.
The arched waist and abdomen have become soft, and the cold light in the hand is stabbing out diagonally.
Geng Yuhuai smiled lightly, and his deep eyes were as clear as a clear spring in the mountain. There was a trace of relief and a touch of relief. The curvature of the corners of his lips was as beautiful as the bright moon in the sky.
~Flower language! Wait for me!
The grip under his hand was a little stronger, but it allowed the limp body to use the force to send the dagger into his heart.
The cold light of the sword, the relieved smile, the past memories, her frown and smile, her sadness and anger.
"What do you want me to say to you?"
"Say I love you." she yelled.
"Really? I heard it." He blocked the small fist that attacked her face and gently pulled her struggling body into his arms. "I love you!"
There was a faint fragrance of jasmine flowers outside the window, and the night outside the window was accompanied by the moonlight. "The language of flowers!" He softly called out her name. The pain in his heart was finally annihilated by the color of blood, and his eyes slowly closed: "You walk slower.