The people in Linlang Pavilion gradually dispersed, and the farce was coming to an end.
Yin Buqi saw Jiang Niannian squatting on the ground crying out of breath, but his heart was calm about Zhao Anming's death.
Zhao Anming and Shen Yu actually have something in common.
They are all people living in pain.
Neither their good nor their evil is pure, so they are suffering.
Yin Buqi picked up Jiang Niannian horizontally, his tone was neither sympathetic nor merciful, "This is the path he chose himself. There is karma in the world."
"I understand." Jiang Niannian rested her chin on his chest, wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, "But I just feel a little sad..."
Yin Buqi licked away the tears from Jiang Niannian's eyes tenderly and morbidly, rubbed his cheek against her neck gently, with a strange and paranoid look between his eyebrows, and said softly: "Niannian's tears are very sweet."
Jiang Niannian's cheeks gradually became hot, and tears were still shining in her eyes. She said, "Tears are all salty, how can they be sweet."
"It is sweet." Yin Buqi said stubbornly, staring at her, his red eyes flashing with a deep and terrifying light like a wolfhound: "My Nian Nian, you can't shed tears for others anymore. Everything I want for Nian Nian belongs to me."
Jiang Niannian fell silent for a moment.
The fingers holding her suddenly exerted force, and Jiang Niannian suddenly cried out in pain: "Ah!"
There seemed to be a damp and bone-chilling fog spreading all around, and a chill rose up her back. She raised her head and saw that his face looked ugly, and she was horrified.
He held her hand tightly, causing a sharp pain in her bones.
She was a little flustered, but she looked at him seriously, her voice soft and sticky: "Everything I have is yours, let's go back to the inn, I'm a little tired."
When Yin Buqi heard her words, he seemed to be under a strange magic. His eyes shone with an extremely bright light.
The strength in his hands couldn't help but become lighter, and under her gentle and sincere gaze, his heart felt like it was about to explode with joy.
The tip of her nose was red, and her lips were like tender flowers soaked in water. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her mouth, rubbing his face hard against hers. "Okay, I'll take Nian Nian back to rest."
She could only be nice to him, she could only smile at him, and he wanted all her emotions to be just for him.
He was hers, and she could only be his.
Even though he gently possessed her countless times, it still felt not enough.
He wanted to imprison her.
But there was always a voice in his subconscious telling him: If you can't control the morbid love in your heart and just want to lock her tightly by your side, she will slip away from you again.
again…
Why again
Something flashed through my mind.
He saw that he was covered in blood, his arms were full of broken bones, and there was not a single piece of healthy flesh.
The first thing he did was not to bandage his wounds, but to stand in front of a golden cage.
His face was pale, and he kept mumbling over and over again with a hoarse voice.
"Master, you are the only one left of my disciple. You cannot leave me. You are not allowed to leave. You cannot leave..."
"Don't give up?"
Yin Buqi came back to his senses: "How could I..."
The scene just now was so real that he was a little dazed for a moment.