Her hand had already fallen on the ghost face.
She held her breath and was about to raise her hand to reveal the secret with her own hands.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes like splashing ink were full of amusement, and he sat up a little.
In this way, Wen Ren Qianjue's hand was no longer on the edge of the mask, but on his tight chest.
He slowly opened his lips, and his voice was ambiguous and hoarse: "I don't sleep late at night, what do you want to do when I hear Qianjue?"
After saying that, he glanced at the hand she placed on her chest, and the curve of her lips was extremely ambiguous.
Wenren Qianjue is not shy at all.
Since there is a saying like this, there is a saying: If you don't want to take revenge, you are not a woman.
If you don't fight at this time, then when will you fight?
She punched the chest covered in white silk with ease, and tastefully praised: "This is the best-feeling chest I have ever punched."
Then he struck twice more in a particularly cunning manner.
The ghost-faced man narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous aura spread.
Wenren Qianjue was startled.
She didn't see him angry when she was about to take off his mask just now.
Wouldn't it be too trivial to be angry at this time?
While she was stunned, the ghost-faced man pulled her hand and stretched her in front of him.
Both hands were firmly clasped by one of his hands, and the ghost-faced man said in a hoarse voice: "How many men have you beaten?"
He has severe mysophobia.
Not only does it dislike others touching its prey, but it also dislikes its prey touching others.
Wenren Qianjue flexed her wrist and said nonchalantly, "I can't figure it out."
Seeing his thoughtful face, she asked, "What perverted things are you thinking about?"
She originally wanted to distract her attention by talking, and then withdrew her hand.
Unexpectedly, the ghost-faced man told her very generously: "I'm thinking whether to chop off your hands."
Leave nothing unclean behind.
This is his consistent principle.
If his prey had been defiled by others, he would have to consider whether he should teach her a lesson.
Wenren Qianjue thought that he was really perverted.
However, under the moonlight, you can see his expression, cold and indifferent, without any intention of joking, he is telling the truth.
"But" he curved his lips and lifted her chin: "I guess you haven't had a few spanks, right?"
At that time, she was still a well-known loser.
She didn't know how to use martial arts at all.
Who could she fight?
"Hehehehe."
Wenren Qianjue took out his hand.
What's the big deal?
Now I'm still cool and cold.
Her eyes moved a few times, and her voice changed: "You sleep here with me every day.
Do you have no home?
Or do you have no home?"
money" "I like it."
Three words without warning blocked Wenren Qianjue's next words.
She had already guessed it and responded: "I don't like it."
The lazy voice floated slowly in the night sky, making people itch: "Whether you like it or not is none of my business."
"Hey, let me tell you."
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Wenren Qianjue leaned on her chin as white as frost and snow and asked seriously: "Is there a woman who has done something very hurtful to you and brought you a lot of pain?
trouble" The ghost-faced man's eyes dimly fell on her serious face.
If it hadn't been for her that day, he would have already broken through the final limit and would never have been able to endure the pain he was experiencing now.
He said coldly and dignifiedly: "Absolutely."
Wenren Qianjue clicked her tongue twice and shook her head sympathetically: "I knew it.
She must be your ex-wife.
She's so pitiful.
No wonder you're mentally ill now."
His Highness: He was sure that this woman didn't want to live anymore.
Wenren Qianjue knew that it was impossible to take off her mask tonight.
She sighed and closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.
She walked alone at night, surrounded by endless darkness.
"How can I become more beautiful?"
A girl raised her face, her empty eyes full of pleading, looking at her miserably.
"Yeah, how can I do that?"
Another young and ordinary face appeared.
"What can I do?"
Many such young faces slowly emerged from the darkness, all with blank eyes, asking questions about her and each other.
It seemed like it was confusing and needed answers.
And a pair of hands reached out from behind them and did something to everyone's face.
Then, those girls smiled at Wen Ren Qianjue, and each of their faces became more and more beautiful, with deeply raised eyebrows, bright eyes, and as beautiful as flowers in full bloom.
Then suddenly, under the control of a pair of hands, those flower-like faces quickly withered and withered like flowers, as if the entire face had been torn off, and the inside was bloody and miserable.
The empty eyeballs fell outside and rolled over to look at Wenren Qianjue.
"Save me, save us."
She looked at her hand, which was the ancient sword she was accustomed to using.
However, the hands are like those of a child.
She became smaller and returned to her childhood.
A voice appeared in the darkness: "You can't hold a knife stably, let alone eat.
You won't survive at all."
Then she seemed to grow up a little, and the voice in the darkness continued: "What we want is the Gu King.
What is a Gu?
A group of poisonous insects are put in a container, and they eat each other.
The last one left is the Gu King.
And You are the Gu King we want."
She was scared, but she stood up straight and didn't move back.
She wanted to tell the person who was speaking that she was not the Gu King and would not devour her own kind.
She just wanted to be able to eat like a normal child.
But suddenly, countless people with weapons and ferocious faces came towards her.
She closed her eyes and brandished the knife in her hand, and in the end she was the only one left.
And the ancient knife was stained with blood.
In the dream, she tossed and turned, sweating on her head.
She only had an ancient knife in her hand, but she didn't know where to cut it.
Suddenly, a pair of warm hands stretched out towards her and easily pulled her out of the abyss.
All those terrible things were left below.
She turned around and saw that the ghost-faced man had pulled her out.
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He was standing beside her, stretched out his long and beautiful fingers, and took off his mask.
She woke up suddenly, it was already dawn.
Wenren Qianjue slowly sat up and didn't move, just sitting there.
She knew the ending of the dream, and later she grew up.
As expected, he became the Gu King in that person's mouth, the killer Qian Jue who made people laugh.
She wanted to become stronger, stronger.
Even stronger than the previous life Not for anything else, just because I hate the feeling of not being able to control my own destiny.
I hate the feeling of not being able to do something that I want to do.
The sound of clear water came.
She turned her head and saw the ghost-faced man sitting on the edge of the bed, pouring herself a cup of tea.
The tea didn't seem to come from an inn.
It was fragrant and sweet, and the smell was refreshing.
Wenren Qianjue stretched his waist, lazily got up from the bed, walked to the table, picked up the tea and drank it all in one gulp.
The temperature is just right.
Seeing that she was happily drinking, the ghost-faced man spoke at the right time: "So you can still talk in your sleep."
"puff" As soon as she took the last mouthful in her mouth, she spurted it out.
The ghost-faced man dodged indifferently, dodging perfectly, still with a teasing curve on his lips.
Wenren Qianjue wiped his mouth: "What did I say?"
She had just dreamed about it, but if the man in front of her said something strange while dreaming, wouldn't her reputation be ruined for the rest of her life?
The ghost-faced man seemed to be smiling but refused to speak.
She was a little timid, but then she was generous.
Even if she said something strange, so what, she didn't really have something in her heart.
Wenren Qianjue sat down, lazily sipping tea and enjoying this beautiful morning.
The ghost-faced man's eyes fell on her.
At this moment, she looked like a lazy kitten, even her hair was fluffy.
And the moment she woke up, her face was cold, as if all the treasures in the world were piled in front of her, but they couldn't bring her a smile.
That look was very bland.
It feels like the deepest despair you have ever experienced.
In the haze last night, she curled up like a child, and what she murmured was: "My knife, my knife."
What kind of things has she experienced?
She is a genius, a waste, and a woman with too many secrets.
"Hey, Master, you can't do this.
How can I do business like this?"
The waiter's cry came from downstairs.
After a moment of silence, the waiter became happy again and said, "It's okay, I can do whatever I want."
Whatever I want is fine Wenren Qianjue felt sick for a while: "Who is downstairs?
Why don't you go to Huajie if you want to find your husband?"
Then I saw the waiter of the shop walking up: "Girl, girl, there is a young man at the door looking for you."
He was holding a lot of banknotes in his hand and smiled like a chrysanthemum.
Wenren Qianjue put down the tea cup in his hand: "I know, get down right now."
When I walked downstairs, I saw Baili Chuchen sitting leisurely in the empty hall, wearing a beautiful blue shirt, sipping tea, and looking perfect like a painting in the backlit morning sun.
Wenren Qianjue raised her lips and said half in greeting and half in sarcasm: "I really didn't expect that His Highness the Fourth would wake up so early."
He was out of his mind and always came to her when he had nothing to do.
He is a prince and has plenty of time, but she can't do it.
The fifteen days are not far away.
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Baili Chuchen stood up, his smile a little bitter.
He could see the ruthlessness in Wenren Qianjue's eyes, but he didn't know what was wrong with him.
"I didn't stay at the brothel last night."
He started, without getting down to business first, but he couldn't help but say this.
Wenren Qianjue smiled and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness, even if it is, I will not make a snitch in front of the emperor."
She did not mention that this matter had anything to do with her.
After hearing what she said, Baili Chuchen hesitated for a moment before regaining his composure and walked calmly to the entrance of the inn's backyard: "I brought you what you asked for last night."
Wenren Qianjue stared at him, what did he mean?
Following him to the entrance of the backyard, I was surprised to find a coffin there.
Moreover, it is not just one Those coffins were covered with fresh soil and they were buried not long ago.
Could it be that She didn't want to think about it anymore, so she walked over and pushed the first one away with her own hands.
As expected, only a skeleton was left of the corpse inside, but the bright red wedding dress on her body was something she had seen with her own eyes that night.
She would never see it. wrong.
Then he pushed away the next one, an old woman with white hair and a girl's clothes.
She closed her eyes, then pushed open the next one, and the next one.
Inside each coffin, there was the same situation.
Either the corpse or the bones were all dressed in girlish clothes.
They had no time to put on the shroud and were buried in a hurry.
Several coffins were arranged together, like some kind of terrible sacrifice.
She clenched her fists.
That thing has long been spread secretly Baili Chuchen stood beside her: "I guess you want all these evidences, so I found them all."
He stayed up all night, summoned the power of the Ouyang family, found these bones, and rushed to deliver them to her in the morning.
"Thank you" Wenren Qianjue said.
His heart suddenly moved, and he couldn't tell what he felt.
But then, I heard her continue: "Your Highness, I owe you this favor.
I will definitely repay it if I have the opportunity in the future."
After saying that, she walked out of the inn door without looking back.
She was going to find someone: