Marrying The Villain

It has been cloudy for a few days, and the clouds are pressing down on the horizon like black ink. When the wind blows, a few raindrops will fall.

Gradually, the rain became heavier and heavier, crackling and splashing between the corrugated walls.

The pilgrims put up their sleeves to avoid the rain, and the eaves and the Buddhist hall were densely packed with people. Hu Tao and the guards came from east and west respectively and joined Xue Cen.

"Have you found it?" Xue Cen couldn't hide his worry.

Walnut and the guards all shook their heads.

"Mr. Xue, what did you say to my lady?"

As soon as Hu Tao opened her mouth, the guards of the Yu Mansion pulled her sleeves and motioned her not to make gaffes.

But the protector Hutao was eager, shook off the guard's hand and continued, "How could she have a good chat and leave suddenly?"

Xue Cen held the jade pendant that he hadn't given away in time, remembering Yu Lingxi's gentle and firm words "Brother Cen is very good, but I never thought about getting married" in the courtyard after he knelt down in front of the Yu family's parents to beg for marriage. Then let out unspeakable bitterness, mixed with anxiety and worry, really mixed feelings.

Could it be that he really scared her because of his passion?

But she once clearly said that she likes men who are gentle and talented...

"Look elsewhere."

The guard said, "Miss's carriage is still here, it won't go far."

Hu Tao looked around the tower of the Buddha Hall, with a bitter face: "Where can Miss go in such a heavy rain?"

On the high platform in front of the temple, more than a dozen eminent monks stood still in the heavy rain, still closing their eyes and piously, chanting sutras to overcome the disaster.

The bell stopped, the rain was getting thicker, and the damp and cool air came in through the cracks in the window, but Yu Lingxi still felt hot and hot.

It was as if her bones were softened, and the smoke made her dizzy.

Ning Yin took her pulse and gave her an unknown bitter pill, but it still didn't work, and the effect of the medicine was higher than that of the medicine.

"Wei Qi."

She looked at the young man with a cold and blurred face in front of her. She clearly wanted to explain, but she unconsciously clung to him, and hurriedly said in a hoarse voice, "I have never eaten... something of unknown origin..."

When she went out today, she didn't even take a sip of tea outside, she didn't know what went wrong.

"Well, I know."

Ning Yin let her lean on her, and withdrew his fingers from her pulse, "It should be the fragrance of the medicine from last time."

The corners of Yu Lingxi's eyes were red, and she bit her lip in a daze.

The last crisis has clearly passed, why is it still happening?

Ning Yin saw her doubts, but thought of a medicinal fragrance that she had heard in the fairy capital of the Desire Realm, called "Blissful Fragrance", which could make people sink three times and couldn't stop.

If Yu Lingxi was caught by this kind of **** incense, then the second attack was far from something she could resist with willpower alone.

"The solution... the antidote..."

Yu Lingxi's thin voice escaped from her lips and teeth, and she stared blankly at Ning Yin with slack eyes, as if that was the only straw she could grasp.

"There is no antidote, miss."

Ning Yin embraced her slipping figure, and pressed her arms tightly, "The only antidote is..."

"Wei Qi!" Yu Lingxi closed her eyes in pain.

Ning Yin was silent for a while, watching her cheeks burn with rouge, and her eyes darkened.

"It's safe here, and absolutely no one will disturb you."

Seeing Yu Lingxi trembling and refusing to move, Ning Yin raised her hand and brushed off her veil, frowning slightly, "The second time, miss, life will be worse than death."

"No." Yu Lingxi squeezed the words out between her teeth.

"Miss still hates me?"

Ning Yin nodded knowingly, and her voice faded: "Even if you hate me, there is nothing you can do. If you grab a man from the side of the road, you will have to silence him afterwards..."

Ning Yin paused when she remembered that she had a childhood sweetheart, Xue Cen, who would not be criticized by others.

Taking advantage of Yu Lingxi's still not awake, he automatically skipped over this person, and then said: "Miss doesn't like me killing people, so of course this method won't work."

"Do not."

Yu Lingxi still said the same words, his fingers twisted until his clothes turned white, "If I am here...what is the difference from Zhao Yuming?"

The sandalwood on the table curls up, and the big "Buddha" on the wall seems to be shrouded in a forbidden curse.

Ning Yin's eyes moved slightly, and sometimes she really admired Yu Lingxi's thin face and stubbornness.

"What about being in a Zen room in a Buddhist temple?"

Ning Yin snorted, "Miss is like ten thousand ants biting bones and burning with desire, but the Buddha on the seat is still neither sad nor happy, has he ever come to save you?"

He was the only villain by her side.

Yu Lingxi was powerless to refute, curled up in his arms, sweat soaked her underwear, she stretched to the limit.

It must be painful to endure for so long, right?

What a pity.

Ning Yin turned her gaze to the unremarkable blue floor tile under the Zen table, tapped her thigh with her fingers, and hesitated for a moment.

Finally, Yu Lingxi got up amidst Yu Lingxi's unbearable moan, walked to the desk, and stepped on the floor tile hard.

With the soft sound of the machine, the meditation bed under Yu Lingxi's body moved away with a bang, revealing a secret path with stone steps that was deep and bottomless.

It is said that the three caves of the cunning rabbit are Ning Yin's last stronghold, except for a few cronies, no other living people know about it.

If the broken halberd saw that he brought a stranger here, and it was a woman...

Most would think he was crazy.

He bent down and picked up Yu Lingxi, who was panting hard, stretched out his hand, and gently leaned her head into his arms, before stepping down the stone steps of the secret path step by step, until his expression sank into the darkness.

Yu Lingxi's five senses were dull, and she felt like she was floating in the clouds for a while, and fell into the water for a while.

Opening his eyes from the chaos, Fang Jue's eyes were pitch black, and he was no longer in the meditation room.

She didn't know where Ning Yin was taking her, she could only hear Ning Yin's steady breathing from above her head.

Slightly bumping in the darkness, Yu Lingxi instinctively put her hand around Ning Yin's neck, greedily getting closer. She was like a thirsty person meeting an oasis, and every time she got closer to him, the embarrassing dryness diminished.

Her face was pressed tightly, and the hot breath exuding sweet fragrance swept over Ning Yin's neck.

Ning Yin's footsteps stagnated imperceptibly, and then started walking again as if nothing had happened.

"It's almost here, bear with me." His voice became hoarse, and his steps quickened.

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Yin stopped and laid Yu Lingxi flat on a couch.

The surroundings are still very dark, without any light, only the cool and stale smell that has been closed for a long time is faintly lingering.

Ning Yin sat on the side of the couch, and after a while, leaned closer, looked at the small raised outline on the couch, and said: "This place is no longer in the temple, Miss, don't worry."

When he got closer, he realized that Yu Lingxi was shaking violently.

It wasn't an unbearable trembling, more like a trembling of fear.

Thinking of the last time in the dark barn, she also curled up and hugged her knees, trembling all over...

Afraid of the dark?

Ning Yin thought for a while and stood up with her arms propped up.

As soon as he took a step away, someone grabbed his wrist.

Her soft and delicate palms seemed to have no bones, exuding an abnormal scorching heat.

Ning Yin twitched her lips, patted her fingertips and said, "Miss is afraid of the dark, so I'll go light the lamp."

The hand on the wrist trembled and loosened a little.

Ning Yin felt the fire starter familiarly, and lit the oil lamps on the four walls one by one with his hands behind his back. The firelight cast his shadow on the wall, tall and stern, like a giant leaping beast.

After the light dispelled the cold and darkness, Ning Yinfang blew out the fire, and turned to look at Yu Lingxi who was curled up and humming.

The fire light illuminated her jade-like blushing cheeks, and also illuminated the glaring redness around her lips.

Ning Yin frowned, threw away the fire and folded over, stretched out her fingers to press her bright red lips and said: "Don't bite your mouth, it's useless."

She closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth, only then did Ning Yin realize that the blood was not from biting her lip, but overflowing from the gap between her teeth.

If you hold back any more, your life will be gone!

Ning Yin's gaze sank, and she immediately pinched her jaw: "Let go."

Bending her head to pry her teeth open, Yu Lingxi immediately turned her head and coughed up a small mouthful of bruised blood, leaning against Ning Yin's arms and panting like a fish in a dry marsh.

Ning Yin's lips were dyed bright red, staring at her for a while, then chuckling lightly.

"Miss, why do you do such a great job for Xue Cen?" He smiled beautifully, but his eyes were cold.

Yu Lingxi couldn't hear what he was saying or ridiculing at all. Her eyes were completely attracted by the blood-stained thin lips, and every inch of skin on her body was clamoring to approach.

Her body had already given up resistance, but her consciousness was still struggling, her whole body seemed to be torn in two, and her beautiful eyes were overflowing with water.

This is a woman who is full of squeamishness.

She is so beautiful and delicate that the world forgets that she is also a woman raised by the General's Mansion.

Ning Yin never saw her cry.

But now, her beautiful apricot eyes were shining with tears.

Ning Yin understood the silent determination remaining in her eyes, the smile on her lips paused, and gradually sank.

The next moment, Yu Lingxi exerted her last bit of strength and stabbed the hairpin in her hand under her left shoulder.

Bang, the hairpin was knocked to the ground.

Ning Yin's handsome face was very wonderful in an instant.

He held Yu Lingxi's slender and jade-like wrist and pressed it above his head, anger seemed to surge in his black ice-like eyes, "Miss is the one who cherishes her life the most, this move is a bit muddled."

This kind of Ning Yin is really strange.

Yu Lingxi's eyes were unfocused, like a trembling flower in the wind and rain.

"Wei, Wei Qi..."

She pressed against his neck uncomfortably, crying, as if wronged and acting like a spoiled child.

Ning Yin clicked her tongue, her expression unclear.

If it was another person, even if they showed the intention of trying to touch his neck, they would be dead at this time.

However, he just slowly held the apricot-white streamer dotted behind Yu Lingxi's bun.

With a pull of the hand, the streamer wrapped around the palm, and three thousand blue silks scattered like a waterfall, winding and flowing along her graceful waistline.

Yu Lingxi clung to his shoulders, breathless, and stared blankly at him as he raised his hand to cover his eyes with the streamer.

"When I was in the fairy capital of the Desire Realm, I heard that women don't need to break melons, and there are ways to entertain themselves."

Ning Yin tied the streamer in a knot at the back of her head, turned her blindfolded face, and faced Yu Lingxi in her arms, "If Miss is concerned, I will cover my face with a blindfold and neither listen nor see nor speak. It is a warm appliance."

The boy covered by the streamer is handsome and unparalleled, but he can't hide the wanton madness in his bones.

Following his breath, he moved closer and said in a low voice, "Go ahead, Miss."

Yu Lingxi seemed to hear the sound of consciousness snapping.