As soon as the two words were finished, the lingering sound was still lingering, the curtain was lifted suddenly, and Yi Mo oppressed him, forcing Ji Jiu to open his eyes. The two looked at each other in the dark, like two beasts hiding deep in the jungle, each with its own wounds.
Ji Jiu said, "You purposely embarrass me."
For this sentence, Yi Mo did not argue. In fact, when the woman came towards this side, he noticed it immediately. At that time, he hugged Ji Jiu and didn't intend to let go. Later, the woman got closer and closer, until she stopped near the courtyard wall, and took a look at their embrace... Knowing that it would cause trouble to Ji Jiu, he didn't intend to let go. Although this person doesn't know how important he is to him, at the moment, he won't let go of him as long as he can.
Yi Mo stretched out his hand, touched his face with cold fingers, rubbed it for a moment, and asked, "Why don't you justify?"
Ji Jiu froze for a moment, quickly turned away and shook off the finger, and asked, "What's your excuse?"
"She said you broke your sleeves." Yi Mo withdrew his hands and sat on the edge of the bed, uncovered the quilt, put himself in it, stuck to his warm body, tucked the quilt back again, and then put his arms around the man's waist, Continued: "Why don't you justify?"
Ji Jiu sneered, resisted the intimate hand on his waist, and said, "Is it useful to justify?"
"I didn't do anything outrageous, I just hugged you. When I kissed you, she had already left." Yi Mo grabbed his wrist under the quilt, held it in her palm, and gave up on him. She only clenched that hand by her waist, and stopped moving. She continued, "She was just speculating and became suspicious, so she came to blackmail you to find out the facts... If you justify, she will feel relieved. You But you don't argue, why?"
"No reason!" Ji Jiu threw his hand under the quilt, and used his other hand not imprisoned to rescue him, but Yi Mo took both hands off at the same time and locked them in his arms. Ji Jiu was so annoyed that he raised his leg and kicked him, and said sharply, "Let go!"
Yi Mo locked him tightly in his arms, and then he laughed, his voice was low and pleasant, then he moved around and whispered in his ear: "You don't make excuses, but you admit it?"
"Recognize what?!" Ji Jiu was so annoyed that he kept hiding, not even listening to the meaning of his words.
Yi Mo said: "You recognize the title of 'Broken Sleeve'."
Ji Jiu was startled, and forgot to resist, and quickly denied, "Nonsense!"
"Nonsense?" Yi Mo said lightly: "If you didn't admit it, why didn't you justify it at that time? You may not fail to see that she would feel much more at ease when she got your justification, but you didn't try to justify it. Instead, you said that- He clearly admits that he is addicted to broken sleeves and that Long Yang is good at it, and he agrees to change it. Why, do you want to change your mouth now?"
After being stunned, Ji Jiu stopped resisting, as if he was stunned, and looked at him sideways. After a while, he finally lowered his voice and said angrily: "How can I explain to her? Tell her that for more than half a year, Am I being crushed by a man?! Tell her that I am not an obsession with Longyang at all, but forced to bend down?! Do you want me to tell my wife that her husband is a monster?! You let me How to say it!" His voice was extremely low, but it was close to roaring because of anger, as if he was kneeling on the ground.
He said, "How do you want me to argue with her?!"
Even in such an angry shout, Ji Jiu hid all the restlessness and shame.
As Yi Mo said, when confronted at that time, he never thought of defending himself by saying that he was not what she thought, and he didn't even think of clearing his dishonorable name.
On the contrary, he admitted it.
As Yi Mo said, I admitted it.
—Admitting that he is a lover of Longyang and a lover of broken sleeves. Ji Jiu's voice suddenly became hoarse, as if a fire had ignited from his body, consuming all his blood and sweat, leaving only a withered skin.
Ji Jiu started to struggle like crazy.
Yi Mo was stunned by his screaming, and he didn't notice for a moment, and let him break free, then quickly reached out and grabbed him, not allowing him to leave. Ji Jiu was toppled over, turned over and twisted together with him, and the martial arts learned were displayed to the fullest. When Yi Mo was not casting spells, Ji Jiu raised his knees to hit him, hit him with his elbows, and hit him with his elbows. The strength of the whole body, every bone that can cause damage is fighting against him, as if a life-and-death fight is hanging by a thread.
Yi Mo didn't use spells, in fact, only a small spell was needed to calm this crazy person, and he could no longer resist. But he was useless, he knew that even if Ji Jiu couldn't move anymore, he would still be dissatisfied and even hate him more and more.
I had no choice but to fight with him, not allowing him to escape, to suppress him, press on the bed, lock him in my arms, and never let go until I can. He always loves him in his heart, he has to control his strength every time, and he is not willing to let this person hurt, so he suppresses the desperate Ji Jiu at this moment, quite embarrassed.
He was originally a demon who was used to doing things in his own way, acting freely and unrestrainedly, killing or saving people was just a matter of instant decision, but he had never been rushed by a mortal's offensive like this before. He has scruples, fetters, reluctance and pity, and fear.
He was afraid that he would hurt him, so he always carefully avoided his attacks, and even suppressed him with less force, but Ji Jiu was not afraid that he would hurt him.
Ji Jiu is not afraid. Because there is no compassion.
Therefore, this wrestling has not yet begun, and the outcome has already been determined.
Ji Jiu broke free, stood barefoot on the ground, drew out the long sword on the rack, and with a "clang", the sword came out of its sheath. Jian Feng pointed at Yi Mo's eyebrows.
"Don't go to my bed again." Ji Jiu said.
Ji Jiu said, "Otherwise I'll kill you."
Ji Jiu said: "I'm not Shen Qingxuan, I'm Ji Jiu. Don't take me for Shen Qingxuan."
Yi Mo said: "In my opinion, there is no difference." After a short pause, he added: "You can't cut me down."
"You can't be killed with one knife, but you can be killed with a thousand knives." Ji Jiu said quietly: "Otherwise I will kill myself."
Yi Mo laughed when he heard the words, as if he thought the scene in front of him was funny, but also seemed to be ridiculing, the smile was three parts funny and seven parts mocking. Ji Jiu stood, Jianfeng pointed straight at him, and didn't move in such a smile.
After a moment of confrontation, Yi Mo suppressed his smile, his expression became indifferent, and he spoke again, as if he had a keen insight into everything: "You are afraid."
Ji Jiu didn't answer, but Jianfeng trembled at a speed invisible to the naked eye. Yimo cave is like watching fire.
In an instant, Yi Mo stretched out his hand to grasp the edge of the sword, and the sharp blade was immediately embedded in his palm, and the blood dripped down.
Ji Jiu's hand, which was holding the hilt of the sword, trembled again.
Yi Mo remained silent, and pulled the long sword with force. No matter how deep the wound was, he forcibly pulled it from Ji Jiu's hand.
Holding the edge of the sword, with the long sword hanging upside down in his hand, Yi Mo took a step forward, Ji Jiu took a step back, and then stood firm without retreating. Yi Mo caressed his throat with bloody hands, and then exerted force, Ji Jiu closed his eyes, feeling the blood and suffocation coming at the same time, but his heart was calm, feeling that if he died in his hands, it would be a dust fall Certainly. With such a thought, Ji Jiu calmed down and did not make any resistance, allowing him to tighten his grip on his neck more and more.
Yi Mo watched as his face gradually turned red, and the red spread rapidly, wandering around, like a carnival of blood. Turning his ears, Yimo listened carefully to the hissing sound coming from his tightly squeezed throat, as if a strange creature was sending out a message of endangerment. Yi Mo moved closer to his ear, and a cold, emotionless voice sounded, as if making a statement, to the person who was gradually losing consciousness: "Ji Jiu, in your heart, you recognize this Longyang Very good."
— "Since the second time, you like what I do to you."
— "So you jump into the river and you feel dirty."
—"This love should be a secret, only you know it, but now I know it."
— "So you're scared."
Yi Mo said quietly, and then slowly let go of his hand. Amid the violent coughing sound from his side, his voice also lost its ups and downs and became extremely cold: "Ji Jiu, I can allow you to speak wrongly." Heart, I also allow you to do whatever you want, even if you do something wrong, I will not annoy you."
"Because you are Ji Jiu, you have to be Ji Jiu. I won't stop you."
"You know, I don't mind killing you. So, don't threaten me with your petty life."
"Ji Jiu, please remember this."
Ji Jiu calmed down from the violent cough, listening to the man's voice start, pause, ring again, pause again, and finally... silent.
He straightened up and looked around. The people had disappeared, leaving only the room full of blood, which lingered for a long time.