The sudden laughter on the roof was made by a man. His voice was hearty and open-minded. It sounded like the sound of nature, but it also contained anger and murderous intent, domineering and toughness that could not be ignored, making those with ghosts in their hearts tremble in fear.
The middle-aged Caihua man who was half-kneeling on the bed trembled with fright, and immediately stumbled down the side of the bed. When he finally climbed back up, he was confident because he had a sponsor to help him. He tilted his head and looked at the roof, shouting angrily.
He said arrogantly, "Who dares to disturb my good business without his own life?"
The laughter on the roof stopped, and then two words wandered down like a ghost, "Dark Three."
An San? This name seemed familiar, but Zhenliang couldn't remember who this person was for a while, and the voice seemed ethereal across the roof, and she couldn't accurately tell whether she had heard it before.
However, for middle-aged men, this name is like a bolt from the blue.
Although an unknown person like him has never had the chance to meet An San, because once he does, it means he is dead, but he has already heard of An San's name and deeds.
Regarding the various rumors about dark three, the most impressive thing about the middle-aged man is that he likes to receive money to kill people who are full of evildoers.
The hidden three is on the roof. For the first time in his life, the middle-aged man asks himself, am I a person full of evil?
He plunders people with sharp silver and does everything. Is this considered a full-scale crime?
After getting the accurate answer, the middle-aged man reluctantly took a quick look at Zhenliang. His greedy but daring eyes finally landed on her bare shoulders, and he swallowed saliva greedily, as if
I was struggling to hesitate, should I give up the food I was about to eat for the sake of my life?
Zhenliang turned away his eyes and wanted to pull the quilt to cover his shoulders, but at this time, he was so obsessed with the middle-aged man that he still had the strength to lift his arms.
First there was a Caihua silver thief, and then there was a dark three who could obviously scare the Caihua silver thief. There was really a wolf in front and a tiger in the back. Could it be that tonight was really her catastrophe? A catastrophe of losing her innocence.
?
In a very short period of time, the middle-aged man came to two assumptions. One was to leave, and he might be able to save his life, after all, he had not yet eaten this woman; the other was to stay, and he might be able to kiss this woman, but
, he was sure that with Ansan watching, he would not be able to enjoy his meal to the fullest, and he might have been killed by him before he even ate much.
Feeling that Roof's murderous aura was getting closer and closer to him, the middle-aged man immediately made a decision and shouted flatteringly towards Roof, "Since you like this woman, brother, I'll give it to you. You're welcome."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold and disdainful voice came from the roof, "Who is your brother? Who cares about you?"
"Haha, farewell." The middle-aged man sneered, then hurriedly ran towards the window where he came from with his legs soft.
After finally jumping out of the window, he ran while thinking about how he could explain to the sponsor and get some reward at the same time. However, he never thought that if he couldn't cross the door of the Neon Inn, he would be pierced by thousands of arrows.
Wait patiently.
Zhenliang lay weakly on the bed, letting the coolness invade her bare shoulders. At the same time, she worked hard to roll up her tongue, stretch it, and then clasp it with her teeth, and so on.
She didn't want to jump on the trend of biting her tongue and committing suicide, but she was thinking, if the man on the roof came down later and was planning to despise her, could she bite her tongue and commit suicide without dying? She didn't know what her face and the words coming out of her mouth were like.
Could the blood scare the man on the roof or spoil his mood?
No matter she is an enlightened modern person or a conservative ancient person, she cannot bear the pain of being raped. Since she does not want to die, she can only try her best to resist at all costs.
Just as Zhenliang was stunned, the man on the roof came in through an unknown entrance and was already standing in front of her bed with an awe-inspiring look.
Zhenliang saw the man's face clearly in an instant, and his pale face suddenly turned red. No wonder she felt familiar when she heard the two words An San. She finally remembered that Nangong Lie had mentioned these two words before. At that time, she
It is speculated that An San is probably the scarred man - San Ye.
The moment the man's cold eyes met her horrified eyes, a black pill flew into the space between her slightly opened lips.
"Bah", no matter what happened, Zhenliang quickly and quickly pushed the pill out with the tip of her tongue, squeezed and pushed it with her lips, and the whole pill was spit out by her, stained with her saliva.
It fell to the ground.
She didn't expect that she would meet him again at this time and in this situation. Even though Zhenliang knew that there was nothing wrong with his medicine, she still spit it out without hesitation, just because she was angry with him and was very angry with him.
gas!
"You don't want the antidote for free? You fool!" An San pulled up a chair with a graceful movement, sat down beside the bed, and said with dissatisfaction in his mouth, "If I want to harm you, I can just raise and lower my hands on you.
, there is no need to insert an extra poison! Or do you want to keep this feeling of weakness and let me do whatever I want to you instead of the colorful silver thief? "
In fact, everyone's backbone has something in common, or a strangeness. Sometimes it can be bent, sometimes it can be stretched, it all depends on the object and the thing. For example, Zhenliang, she can ask him for a gift in order not to be tainted by the colorful silver thief.
Death, but cannot be unyielding for an antidote!
Thinking of his cold and naked shoulders, and thinking of the area on his left shoulder that was breathed out even though the middle-aged man had not kissed him, Zhenliang felt as uncomfortable as ants crawling all over his body. After a fierce ideological struggle, he huffed and puffed.
He glared at Ansan and said, "Feed one more!"
An San glanced at the antidote she had spit out on the ground, and pretended to be stupid and said, "Pick it up and feed it to you?"
This man clearly wanted to make her angry on purpose. Zhenliang gritted his teeth and said, "Change one!"
"If you say you don't want it, then you don't want it. If you say you want one in exchange, just one? Woman, I don't owe you." An San leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair and looked up at the roof where he had removed a tile.
, putting on a cold and arrogant look that didn't want to pay attention to her, as if he was still holding back a lot of anger but couldn't vent it out.
Zhenliang didn't regret vomiting the antidote. What she regretted was that she couldn't get rid of the fate of being plotted.
Now, the man who had bullied her was sitting next to her like nothing had happened. He had obviously saved her once more, but he deliberately ignored her.
For a moment, Zhenliang had so many mixed feelings, and the thing that filled her heart the most was hatred! She hated that she was drugged without any precautions, she hated that she couldn't move and allowed others to bully her, she hated that this hateful man had a arrogant attitude towards her, and even more, she hated that Caihua.
Even though the silver thief left, he still brought her endless terror, fear and nausea!
Tears burst out of his eyes involuntarily. Like a willful child, Zhenliang choked his voice and growled at the man beside him, "That's what you owe me! That's what you owe me! It's you... this bastard
…”
It would have been better not to say this, but once he said it, the tears flowed more fiercely, as if he really owed her endless money.
An San was startled when he saw her raging tears, and immediately stood up from the chair as if on pins and needles. He silently looked at her for half a minute. Finally, he quickly took out another antidote and slowly stuffed it into her mouth.
inside.
This time, even though Zhenliang wanted to beat Ansan violently, he still resisted spitting out the pills.
Because she desperately wanted to regain her strength and freedom of movement.
The pill melted when it met water and soon flowed into the throat. A bitter taste came. Only then did Zhenliang realize that his reaction just now was too intense and rude. He was about to raise his hand to wipe the tears from his eyes, secretly
San had quickly taken out a delicate handkerchief from her arms and gently absorbed the tears from her eyes.
The handkerchief exuded a light and pleasant medicinal fragrance, which curled into the cool breath, and seemed to have a soothing effect. Gradually, her tears stopped flowing, and even her irritable heart returned to peace and calm.
.
She figured out that, apart from those ambiguous and intimate behaviors between her and An San, she had nothing to do with him, so there was no need to feel embarrassed. Seeing him again today, all she had to do was think about him and save him again.
After showing her kindness once, she could face him calmly.
"Are you still blaming me for what happened that day?" After wiping away his tears, An San took away the handkerchief in time.
There was no immediate answer, and Zhenliang just felt a little lost inexplicably. Just as she was looking at the handkerchief, Ansan leaned over and reached out to pull up the quilt, covering her whole body properly.
Although this man has three terrible scars across his face and looks domineering, Zhenliang can still feel his care and gentleness from his small movements. It's a pity that all the care and gentleness of this man will not be given to him.
She is this woman.
However, Zhenliang was still worried about the fact that he took advantage of him physically while not daring to take him far away. He couldn't just put it down and forget it. Now that he took the initiative to bring up the past
Naturally, she had to argue with him.
After all, that day, she placed her greatest hope entirely on him. She didn't necessarily want him to marry her or be responsible for her, she just wanted him to take her away. However, he ruthlessly rejected her.
She has never experienced the feeling of betrayal, so she feels that the feeling of being rejected after full of expectations is not much better than the feeling of betrayal.
Meeting the man's questioning eyes, Zhenliang said angrily, "Who do you blame? If you weren't as timid as a mouse and refused to take me away, I wouldn't sleep here tonight, let alone be...
In short, it’s all your fault and I hate you!”
Suddenly, the swollen face of Caihua Silver Thief appeared in front of his eyes again. Before An San could say anything, Zhenliang screamed "Ah" and said to him, "Quick! Bring me a wet cloth! Hurry!"
An San was stunned. Although he didn't know why she screamed in such panic, and he didn't know what she meant by asking him to get the wet cloth, he still followed her order to find the wet cloth. His reaction, speed, and back seemed to be her most
