He just wanted to scream, and even wanted to break the jar. At least now he could call people outside and ask them to see what the young lady and Shi Yingxue looked like. This world is so cruel to women, even if
She did nothing, but she met her husband here in the middle of the night. As long as others saw her, her reputation would be completely ruined.
But how could Shi Yingxue satisfy him?
Shi Yingxue looked at his appearance, sneered, and directly tapped his mute point, so that he couldn't make any sound, and could only look at Shi Ying in horror with his face covered in blood.
Snow.
Shi Yingxue sighed and said, "What a pity. I don't want to hear your explanation now. I just want to kill you directly."
Although the damn fake monk was so bold in sex, he also knew that beauty was not as valuable as the head on his head, so he started to cry bitterly, although he couldn't cry or make a sound, and was beaten by Shi Yingxue.
He fell to the ground unable to move, but he still tried his best to open his eyes wide, hoping to let Shi Yingxue see the regret in his eyes.
I don't know if there is any room for change. The fake monk can only bet that an ordinary girl like Shi Yingxue, even if she has some martial arts skills, would not dare to kill him directly here, so she kept looking at him regretfully.
When it falls, it reflects the snow.
It seems that this fake monk is not a complete idiot, but it is a pity that the only bit of wisdom he has is only used on how to imprison and possess a beauty and how to beg for mercy.
It's better not to have such a smart person. When Shi Yingxue looked at such a despicable and slippery person, she really just wanted to give him a knife directly and let him taste the pleasure of cutting flesh with the knife blade.
Seeing that Shi Yingxue didn't look moved at all, the fake monk tried hard to squeeze out tears from his eyes, probably because he wanted to look pitiful and ask Shi Yingxue to let him go.
Seeing that the fake monk was still crying, Shi Yingxue looked like he was just weeping and begging for mercy, and he became impatient in his heart: "If begging for mercy was useful, there wouldn't be so many innocent people who died tragically in this world. I just
Let me ask you, if you succeed today and my young lady begs you for mercy, will you let her go?"
Sure enough, the fake monk's mind couldn't help but follow Shi Yingxue's words. He thought about that scene absentmindedly, and his eyes started to move involuntarily.
Seeing him like this, Shi Yingxue could guess what he was thinking, and knew that this man really wouldn't shed tears until he saw the coffin.
She vigorously picked up the dagger in her hand, raised it high, and stabbed the fake monk's leg hard.
Blood spurted out immediately and splashed directly onto Shi Yingxue's hand.
This was supposed to be severe pain, and the fake monk was so painful that he was shaking like chaff, but because his mute point was sealed by Shi Yingxue, he couldn't say anything, and he suddenly broke out in cold sweat.
Shi Yingxue didn't want to hear his screams, it was just noisy, and it would easily attract other people in the temple.
What's more, all the anger in her heart has accumulated. The anxiety of being trapped in the illusion and being unable to escape, as well as the discomfort of half of her body being swollen from being burnt by sea lantern oil last time, were all vented by her on her own dagger.
She didn't have Yi Rushuang in her hand, but she danced a mediocre dagger even more grandly than Yi Rushuang, as if a fisherman was slicing fish meat, and directly destroyed his hands.
There was blood everywhere, and it looked very scary, but Shi Yingxue still didn't stop.
Shi Yingxue followed the same pattern and crippled his legs. Finally, she stood up and stomped towards the fake monk's crotch, crushing the ugly and sinful flesh worm.
The fake monk couldn't bear the pain everywhere on his body, so he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Like this, it's probably impossible to survive.
Shi Yingxue didn't know if this would eliminate the resentment in the young lady's heart, but seeing that she was still here and had not returned to her body, she knew that she was probably not very satisfied, and there was still something Shi Yingxue should do.
Shi Yingxue put the dagger into the fake monk's hand, made it look like he had made himself look like this, took off his blood-stained clothes, and threw them into the fake monk's hands.
She took the monk's hand and put her clothes into his hand.
Then Shi Yingxue stood up, carried the young lady directly on his back, then opened the door, found the most secluded and uninhabited road, quickly carried the young lady out, and placed her in front of the golden arhat
, and shook the tip of her nose with spicy oil to wake her up.
The young lady still looked very confused, so Shi Yingxue kept the story short and briefly told the young lady about the matter.
Shi Yingxue also told the young lady not to move around here. If anyone asked, she would say that she had brought her girl here to offer incense and pay homage to the Buddha. She lost track of time for a while. Her girl didn't even know where she had gone. She didn't dare to mess around alone.
After leaving, I had no choice but to pray for blessings in front of the Buddha.
When the young lady heard this, she was instantly furious. She was a woman with a clear distinction between love and hate. She knew that Shi Yingxue had killed the fake monk for her and she didn't think there was any problem. Instead, she felt that Shi Yingxue was loyal to protect the master and expressed that she wanted to be with Shi Yingxue.
Go back together.
After all, she was a weak woman. How could Shi Yingxue dare to ask her to seriously follow him back? If she went back, I'm afraid she would be a burden. It would be better to pretend that she didn't understand anything in front of the Buddha.
Shi Yingxue comforted the young lady and ran away in a hurry again.
About a moment later, the monks in the Buddhist temple heard a scream from the corner, followed by a woman's loud cry for mercy.
These monks were all good people, so they immediately followed the noise and found Shi Yingxue, whose clothes were in tatters, in a pool of blood, and the fake monk who was almost cut into pieces.
When Shi Yingxue came back, no one found this place, and although the blood on the monk's body was still cold, it was already dead and breathless.
This scene was so terrifying that even the monks did not react.
However, Shi Yingxue cried so sadly and pitifully that the monks couldn't see her in such tattered clothes, so they immediately took off their robes and covered Shi Yingxue's body, asking her what was going on.
Shi Yingxue wiped her tears and said tremblingly: "My lady brought her slave to offer incense. During this period, the monk said he wanted to prepare some fragrant tea for my lady, so he called the slave here and wanted to do something evil.
..."
When Shi Yingxue said this, she deliberately looked like she was crying and unable to continue. As expected, the faces of the monks watching on the left and right showed uncontrollable indignation, and they cursed continuously.
However, some people recognized at a glance that the corpse on the ground was not the monk among them, and even knew that the monk was the bald man cooking in the kitchen.
Several people started chattering, and most of them were scolding the bald chef for being so disgusting that he pretended to be someone else and wanted to do something evil!
"Then how did he become like this?" Some people found the scene in front of them very confusing and couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know this!" Shi Yingxue's eyes were red from crying, and she looked really pitiful. "He was very proud at first. In my heart, I have been praying to the golden Arhat that my young lady often pays homage to.
When he heard a rebuke, he yelled, then took a dagger and cut himself randomly, and that's what happened!"
Sure enough, there were monks all around who looked at each other and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's the Arhat who has shown his spirit!"
Some monks hurriedly ran out, some looked at the injuries on the fake monk's body, and some asked what the sound of the scolding Shi Yingxue heard was.
Shi Yingxue remembered that there was an elephant under the Arhat statue that the lady visited every day, so she twitched and said, "I don't understand the sound, but I heard an elephant's roar."