Marry a Villain ( 嫁反派 ) - Chapter 7

[Chapter 7 Chapter 07]

The swordsmanship of Qing Xiao and others are all military moves.

The three murderers threw the rat-proof weapon, looked at each other, and jumped over the wall to escape.

The wind stopped, and the shadows of dead branches and trees were reflected in the standing water.

Yu Lingxi held her breath and moved forward, looking at the motionless boy on the ground through the hood and gauze, with mixed feelings.

“Is he dead?”

Qing Xiao put his sword back into the sheath, walked over and turned over the black-clothed boy lying in the blood.

Facing the young man’s gloomy gaze, Qing Xiao let go of his hand abruptly, and was startled for no reason.

This young man has eyes that are as dangerous as beasts.

But in just a moment, the cold sense of crisis disappeared, and the young man in front of him was so weak that he seemed to die at any time.

Qing Xiao restrained the momentary surprise, got up and told: “Miss Hui, he is still alive.”

Yu Lingxi exhaled slightly, not sure if it was relaxing or something else. https://m.biqiudu.com Biquge

The boy lay on his back on the ground, his head turned slightly in the direction of Yu Lingxi, his chest was dark with blood.

Yu Lingxi remembered this purpose, and moved his hand while holding the whip.

The invincible madman in the previous life was just like a defeated dog at this time, lying half-dead in front of her.

At this time, he didn’t even have the strength to turn over to dodge…

But for some reason, if the whip in his hand was so heavy, he couldn’t lift it.

Ning Yin’s eyes were like dark pools of silence, reflecting Yu Lingxi’s slender and beautiful figure, and looked at her without blinking.

Yu Lingxi couldn’t describe his eyes, it was pitch black and silent, but undercurrents surging.

Those eyes swirled through her emotions.

In the past life, all kinds of revolving lights passed by, wronged, sad, angry…

The wind passed through silently, and the hand holding the horsewhip tightened, and finally it was powerless to hang down.

Yu Lingxi suddenly felt exhausted and pursed his lips: “Qing Xiao, let’s go.”

Qing Xiao glanced at the young man lying on the ground and hesitated.

In the end, he didn’t ask anything, and led the other four guards to keep up with the slightly hasty pace of the master.

Yu Lingxi didn’t look back, never realizing that the young man lying on the ground was staring closely at the direction she was leaving, and stood up a little while propping himself up.

Staggeringly leaning against the square wall, he lowered his eyes and put away the sharp short blade that had been unsheathed in his sleeve.

The jackdaw on the dead tree seemed to sense the murderous aura, and fluttered its wings.

Just now, as long as the woman dared to show a little malicious intent, the short blade in his hand would pierce her slender and beautiful neck.

But she didn’t.

It’s strange that when I met her twice in a row, the emotions in her eyes were very complicated, like fear and anger.

He obviously doesn’t like him, but he wants to save him.

It’s interesting, there are so many unknown mysteries about that woman.

Thinking of this, Ning Yin indifferently wiped away the blood stains from the corners of his lips, supported the mottled square wall, and followed the low-key carriage step by step.

The carriage shook, shaking Yu Lingxi full of worries.

She wondered if she was stunned, she was clearly determined to beat people, but accidentally turned into saving people.

She is the “decay” when she is in a hurry and then declines.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard that Qingxiao knocked on the wall of the carriage.

“Miss, that boy has been following us from behind.”

Yu Lingxi got up immediately, lifted the curtain of the car and looked back, only to see that Ning Yin was holding the wound on his chest with one hand and the dilapidated wall with the other, chasing the carriage staggeringly.

Yu Lingxi couldn’t help thinking of a little black dog who was fed casually when she was young, and she followed her for half a street reluctantly, unable to drive away.

It’s about to enter the main street of Xiandu in the Desire Realm, where people come and go, and it’s not decent to always follow.

Qing Xiao opened his mouth: “Miss, you can have your subordinates…”

Intuition tells Yu Lingxi that there should be no more involvement with Ning Yin.

She was cruel and interrupted Qing Xiao: “Let the horse run faster and go.”

The horses neighed, and the pavilions on the street quickly retreated.

Ning Yin’s figure gradually disappeared, turning into a smaller and smaller black spot.

Until his stubborn figure disappeared completely, Yu Lingxi snorted, and there was a feeling that he had finally surfaced to the surface to breathe.

Aggressive away, slumped and exhausted.

After returning to the room, Yu Lingxi didn’t say a word, just threw the whip on the desk, slammed it into the bedding face down, and lay motionless.

Annoyed, very annoyed.

She refused to admit that she was soft-hearted, and only thought in frustration: it really takes talent to be a villain.

…

On the winter solstice, snow drifted overnight, and the entire capital was covered in a vast expanse of snow.

The incense in the Ci’en Temple is the most powerful in the moon. Mrs. Yu planned to take this opportunity to go to the Ci’en Temple to repay her vows. Who knew that when she was about to go out, she was ill and the wind could not blow, so she was frowning and worrying.

Previously, she made a wish at the Ci’en Temple, begging the Buddha to bless her husband and son who were “severely ill” and recover soon.

Now that the wish has been fulfilled, the worship of Buddha cannot be neglected.

“Daughter, let’s repay your vows for you.” Yu Lingxi suggested that after serving her mother and drinking the medicine.

It just so happened that she also wanted to worship the gods and Buddhas to ward off evil spirits and disasters and Ning Yin.

“Also. The melons, fruits and sesame oil have been prepared. When your brother comes back from work, let him take you to the Ci’en Temple.”

Mrs. Yu was slightly haggard, but her eyes were still gentle and bright, and she told her daughter, “On the day of heavy snow, pay attention to safety.”

Yu Lingxi smiled and said, “My daughter can save it.”

Youzheng, the twilight is four, and the lights are on.

The winding lights and shadows of the capital reflect the color of the snow, which is unbelievably beautiful.

The carriage of Yu Mansion drove into the wide Yongle Street and crossed with another luxurious carriage.

The wind lifted the hanging flower curtain, and Yu Lingxi caught a glimpse of the carriage that had been in the wrong body, and couldn’t help being stunned: she had seen that carriage in front of the Colosseum in Xiandu of the Desire Realm.

“What’s wrong?” Yu Huanchen reached out and shook his hand in front of her.

Yu Lingxi came back to her senses, thinking that it was probably just a coincidence, then shook her head and said, “It’s nothing.”

The luxurious carriage turned a corner, and the sidewalk of Yongning Square resumed for more than a hundred feet, stopping in front of a secluded courtyard.

The carriage sank, and a plump man in brocade walked out from inside, it was Wang Ning Changrui of Xichuan County who had appeared in front of the Colosseum.

Ning Changrui has been drenched in alcohol all year round, and he likes to fight. This mansion is the place he bought to keep his slaves and concubines, and he specially chose a quiet place away from the bustling city.

He was full of drunkenness, with a walnut in his hand, and stepped on the human stool on which the servants were kneeling to the ground.

No one swept the snow in the courtyard, Ning Changrui almost fell, and was about to get angry when he heard a burst of pleasant piano sounds coming from the hall.

Only one of the concubines could play such a piano sound, and she was really a woman whose bones were soft.

Ning Changrui Jiangzi had a lewd smile on his face, he couldn’t wait to wave his entourage back, he pushed open the door with a heavy breath, and shouted, “Little girls, when you don’t see me, I’ll be making waves here…”

“Hey!” With a sound, the foot that had just stepped into the door was slippery and sticky.

His smile froze, and he looked down at his feet and was shocked.

is blood! So much blood!

All over the ground were the corpses of the servants in the mansion, and his delicate concubine sat in the sea of blood on the mountain of corpses, her face was pale, and her tears were terrified.

There was a sharp dagger around her neck.

A black-clothed youth was sitting on the Grand Master’s chair with his long legs crossed, supporting his temple in one hand and a dagger in the other.

With a whimper, the piano sounded intermittently again.

“Today is really good weather for listening to music.”

Ning Yin’s posture remained the same, with a ruthless calm that was completely different from the Colosseum. Looking at the ashen-faced Prince of Xichuan, he smiled and said, “Isn’t it, second cousin?”

Ning Changrui woke up from the drink and bit his molars.

“It’s you.” Ning Changrui looked around and determined that the boy was alone in his mansion, and the fear in his eyes turned into contempt.

No matter how powerful he is, he is still just a stinky boy with injuries, and can he still defeat the dozen or so slaves he raised with human life?

“I wanted you to die in the Colosseum, but who knew that your life was so hard, you escaped repeatedly.”

Thinking of this, Ning Changrui played with walnuts and sneered: “Even if you escape, you still dare to come to the palace to die! It’s true that there is a way to heaven if you don’t go, and there is no way to go to hell!”

With a wave of his hand, ten personal slaves held swords and surrounded the youth.

The strings of the piano cracked loudly, and the sound came to an abrupt end.

The gloomy wind swept through, and the gate of the other courtyard slammed shut, covering up the blood on the ground.

At the same time, in front of Ci’en Temple.

There are eminent monks burning lamps and chanting sutras. Thousands of oil lamps are always bright, shining like a sea of stars, and there is a liveliness that cannot be reached during the day.

Yu Huanchen carried melon, fruit, sesame oil and other items, helped his sister out of the car, and teased her: “Hurry up and ask for a marriage, and let the Bodhisattva give us a happy prince every year.”

After a pause, he leaned into his ear: “Best, it’s Xue.”

I thought that my sister’s cheeks were blushing as usual, but Yu Lingxi just glanced at him and smiled lightly: “It’s better to ask for a marriage for your brother first, preferably a girl who is knowledgeable and sensible.”

Yu Huanchen shut up after being poked in the sore spot.

At the age of eighteen, he was ordered by his parents and a matchmaker to decide a marriage.

That girl came from a scholarly family, about the same age as Yu Lingxi, a quiet and beautiful girl.

However, Yu Huanchen has always preferred bold and outspoken women in the rivers and lakes.

Yu Lingxi knew that the older brother used Beizheng’s excuse to escape the marriage, but he never returned. Later, he heard that the girl was unwilling to break the contract and remarry, so she twisted her hair to become a sister-in-law…

Yu Lingxi folded his hands together in front of the huge Buddha statue with his fingers twisted and bowed devoutly.

In this life, may all shortcomings be fulfilled.

…

The wind swept through the sky and the snow fell into the courtyard of Yongning Square.

In a short while, the muddy dark red in front of the steps was covered.

A splatter of blood splattered on the window paper, followed by the sound of a tall and strong body falling heavily to the ground.

The fallen slave had a dark face and a ferocious scar on his brow. It was the leader who had assassinated him in the “Lair” earlier.

Ning Yin squatted down and took out a bloody secret letter from the slave.

When he unfolded it, there was a hint of darkness in his gloomy eyes: there was indeed a traitor beside him, and he should cooperate with this stupid pig.

The five fingers clasped together, and the secret letter turned into powder and scattered from the fingers.

Ning Yin kicked the corpse under his feet, ripped off a piece of iron weight from his neck, stared at the light for a moment, and then untied the dozen or so same iron weights around his waist and put them together with the one he just got.

On the threshold, lay a plump man covered in blood, with his hands and feet twisted in a strange posture.

Two quarters of an hour ago, he was still laughing at Ning Yin for courting death. Two quarters of an hour later, his hands and feet were twisted off and thrown into a pool of blood, unable to shout or move.

The masters of the whole mansion were all killed by this kid!

Ning Changrui’s eyes were intertwined with fear and resentment, so he watched the black-clothed boy carry the bloody iron pendant, walked gracefully in front of him, and then leaned over.

“The thirteen people you sent to kill me are all here.”

The blood stains on the brows added a bit of color to Ning Yin’s pale face. He loosened his slender fingers and let the thirteen iron pendants tinkle down in front of Ning Changrui, smiling harmlessly: “You count?”

Ning Changrui’s plump figure trembled violently, and blood foamed from his mouth.

“You… are pretending? Why…”

Ning Yin casually wiped the blood on his hands, and continued: “Why am I so good at being so good that I was tossed so badly by you before?”

Seemingly remembering a pleasant thing, he laughed: “If you don’t hide your strength and use your body as bait, how can you catch all these big fish in one net? Fishing, how can you do it if you don’t have any patience.”

Ning Changrui’s eyes widened, everything had a reasonable explanation.

It turns out that the seemingly weak prey is the most vicious hunter.

“No, it’s not me…” Ning Changrui struggled to spit out a few broken words and hurriedly explained.

“Of course I know you’re not the mastermind behind the scenes. You are a stupid pig and aggressive, only worthy of being a gunman to others.”

Ning Yin walked up to the blood-stained guqin, brushed the strings with slender fingers, and plucked a few tones: “But what’s the point? I just wanted to kill you tonight.”

Ning Changrui began to regret it, and said with difficulty: “Since you know, then, forgive me, I can… when you haven’t been here…”

“Okay, cousin, answer me a question.”

Ning Yin plucked the strings one by one and asked with a smile, “Who is that woman?”

Ning Changrui was stunned for a moment, and he said vaguely, “Which… woman?”

With a trill, the plucking hand stopped.

“Black market, she has a prescription that only I know about. The lair, she showed up too soon.”

He picked it up, “Don’t say it, it’s just a coincidence.”

When things go wrong, there must be demons, and Ning Yin never believed in such a coincidence.

Besides, everyone wanted him to die, who would save him for no reason?

“I don’t know you… Who are you talking about…”

Seeing Ning Yin swept over with cold eyes, Ning Changrui trembled with fat all over his body, and whimpered, “I didn’t lie to you! I really… really don’t know!”

Could it be that her appearance was really unexpected?

Impossible, he never told anyone the secret recipe of Jiuyouxiang.

He shook for a while.

However, the dark man who was originally “dead” in the pile of corpses suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up, and struck Ning Yin with a mace in his hand!

Ning Yin’s body sensed the killing intent first, and subconsciously raised the short blade to block.

With a loud bang, the flames scattered.

Ning Yin heard the crunch of the bones from his right wrist, and then the chest pain, and the short blade dropped.

He reacted quickly, twisted his body to release his strength, and at the same time, the dagger in his left hand was unsheathed and crossed the neck of the dark man.

The man froze, with a thin line of blood on his throat, and fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, completely silent.

The thick purple blood gurgled out from under the corpse, and soon a large dark color appeared on the floor tiles.

Ning Yin shook her right hand, her wrist drooping softly without any strength.

He studied the swollen wrist with interest for a moment, and concluded, “Tsk, it’s dislocated.”

Then he squeezed his wrist and twisted it, only to hear a small “click” sound, and the dislocated wrist bone was brought back to its original place.

From beginning to end, Ning Yin’s eyes never blinked, as if it was just a piece of wood without pain.

He bent down and picked up the dark man’s back collar with his intact left hand. The 200-pound body was easily dragged with one hand, and then threw it in front of Ning Changrui with a thud.

Seemingly not satisfied, he touched his chin and adjusted his posture again, making Ning Changrui face the dead corpse face to face.

Next, Ning Yin picked up the short blade that fell from the ground, and put the handle of the blade in Ning Changrui’s twisted and broken hand, letting him hold it.

Ning Changrui’s cloudy eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

But it didn’t take long for him to be at a loss, and soon he knew Ning Yin’s intentions.

“The prince of Xichuan County fought a rebellion against the slaves, tried to kill the master and defected. In a duel, the slaves and the prince of Xichuan County perished together…”

Ning Yin slowly picked up the candlestick on the table, crouched down and said with a smile, “This is the ending I chose for my cousin, is my cousin still satisfied?”

The bright candlelight illuminated his thin and beautiful cheeks, but Ning Changrui twisted his chubby body as if seeing a demon.

But his hands and feet were broken, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t move.

He couldn’t even get rid of the short knife in his hand.

Ning Yin admired his desperate look, and then slowly released the candlestick in his hand amid Ning Changrui’s panicked howls.

With a bang, the candle flames quickly climbed along the curtain, engulfing the entire beam in an instant.

In the monstrous fire, the heat wave was transpiring, and Ning Yin’s smile was beautiful and distorted.

The hall of the palace was on fire, and Ning Changrui whimpered mournfully.

But what’s the use? He could only watch as the flames licked his clothes, burned his flesh, and finally devoured him whole.

It was windy today, and by the time someone found it, everything had been burned to ashes.

Ning Yin walked out of the yard and stretched his waist. Looking up, fine pieces of white fluttered down.

Snowing.

“Snow is good, it can bury all the filth…”

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Yin suddenly covered his lips and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The viscous scarlet dripped from his pale fingers and dripped on the snow, redder than the raging flames behind him.

The sneak attack just now, he suffered a serious internal injury, and it has been the extreme until now.

His vision began to blur, and Feixue had a double image, but he only paused for a moment and then continued to move forward. With every few steps, fresh blood overflowed from his nose and mouth.

He took a shortcut and walked in the direction of Xiandu in the Desire Realm.

The immortals of the Desire Realm can’t stay any longer. For the sake of safety, they must burn them up and burn them clean…

The gongs on Yongning Street were rushing, and the fire was soaring.

Officers and soldiers galloped past, shouting loudly to organize manpower to put out the fire.

The carriage that Yu Lingxi returned to the residence was blocked on the avenue, unable to move an inch.

“Where did such a fire start?” Yu Huanchen jumped out of the carriage and asked.

Qing Xiao rushed out of the crowd, panting and said, “Major General, it’s King Xichuan’s courtyard that has gone into the water. The fire is so violent that the whole street is blocked.”

The wind is strong tonight, if the fire is not controlled, I am afraid it will burn down the entire Yongning Square.

Yu Huanchen took a step forward subconsciously, paused again, and looked back at his sister in the carriage: “Sui Sui, you…”

When Yu Lingxi saw that his brother was hesitating to speak, he knew that he would not sit idly by.

So he lifted the hood and hung the gauze, and said helplessly: “Brother, go and help put out the fire, I have guards to take care of it, you can go back by yourself.”

Only then did Yu Huanchen mount his horse at ease, and shouted: “Qing Xiao, take my token to mobilize the troops patrolling the city and put out the fire with all my strength!”

After saying that, he raised his whip and galloped towards the fire.

Yu Lingxi looked at her brother’s sassy and heroic figure walking backwards in the heavy snow, and his heart moved slightly.

He is still as old-fashioned and enthusiastic as in his previous life.

“Miss, you can’t go in the direction of Yongning Street. You have to take a detour from Shengping Street to return to the house.”

Shengping Street?

Isn’t that adjacent to the immortal capital of the Desire Realm?

Yu Lingxi controlled herself not to think about that pale and handsome face, put down the curtain and said, “Let’s go then.”

Shengping Street.

Ning Yin staggered, unable to hold back his injuries, and fell headfirst into the snow.

Perhaps the body’s temperature is losing, he can’t feel the cold, just feels comfortable.

He lay on his back and watched the goose feather snow falling, beautiful and desolate.

“Call-”

A passing carriage spotted him and hurried to a halt, the horse neighing overwhelmedly.

Someone stepped on the snow with a lamp and hesitantly shouted, “Who is blocking the road ahead?”

On the dangling carriage lantern, the word “Yu Fu” was faintly visible.

[End of This Chapter]