Marrying The Villain

"I have to find a way to get rid of this knot in my heart, and let out this bad breath."

Yu Lingxi made up her mind.

If this trouble in Ning Yin's heart is not resolved, it will become her obsession, haunted by nightmares every night, and her soul will be troubled.

The sky outside the window is dim, and the gauze lamp is warm and dim.

Unable to fall asleep anyway, Yu Lingxi put on her clothes and lay down on the bed, breathed into her palms to warm her hands, and picked up a fine brush.

She sent the strands of ink scattered from her temples behind her ears to say goodbye, thought for a moment, and then wrote freely.

Since he wanted to settle the bad debts between himself and Ning Yin, he had to be fair and rational, not letting him commit a crime, but never taking advantage of him.

Ning Yin scares her during the day and bullies her at night.

But he never treated her harshly in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and he always gave her the highest standard of treatment not inferior to the palace.

Ning Yin wiped out his uncle's whole family and exiled all the offshoots of the Yu family.

But the uncle’s family had a mother who was dying and left her alone, and gave her away as a gift at will. It is also true that they are greedy for money and greedy for profit; when Yu Lingxi’s mother and daughter were at their worst, no member of the Yu family extended a helping hand to them, and she had no reason to help them. Redress.

Yu Lingxi weighed it for a long time, then paused the pen, the tip of the pen blotted out a cloud of ink on the rice paper.

After writing several articles in a row, she found that the man who once thought it was too much to write about and an unforgivable crime did not seem to be as hateful to her as he imagined.

If you say hate, the crime will not lead to death; if you say resentment, the resentment will never disappear.

In her previous life, Ning Yin laughed at her: "You are really a great kind person, but the most difficult thing in the world is to be a kind person. With so many shackles on your back, your life is not as smooth as a wicked person like me."

Yu Lingxi thought, maybe he was right.

Until now, she has never thought of killing people, even though Ning Yin is just a shameless and humble young man in the fairy capital of the Desire Realm.

The morning light shone in through the window lattice, and the candle flame burned to the end, and went out with a puff.

Yu Lingxi weighed it for a while, and then simply slapped the pen on the desk, splashing some dry ink.

Hum Haw thought: "No matter what, it's true that he tortured Xue Cen, and it's true that he made me die without a good end."

These two immoral things cannot be offset in any way.

"Miss, why are you up?"

Hu Tao opened the gauze curtain and entered the door, hurriedly put the tea tray on the desk, and hugged her delicate and thin shoulders with a fox fur, "Sitting in such a cloak will catch cold!"

"It's okay, just to wake up."

Hu Tao couldn't read, so Yu Lingxi quickly pressed the rice paper full of characters under the book.

Not long after, seven or eight small maidservants carrying silver basins, combs, etc. filed in to wait for Yu Lingxi to wash and change clothes.

There were silver red and light blue dresses stacked on the tray, and Hu Tao asked her with a smile: "Both are newly cut winter clothes, so pretty! Which one would you like to wear today, miss?"

Yu Lingxi glanced absently, and subconsciously said, "The red one..."

Then she paused, and Xiuli frowned.

Ning Yin always loves the gorgeous color, the more red it looks like blood, the more she likes it. In her previous life, Yu Lingxi followed his preferences and often wore bright and delicate clothes, which became a habit over time.

This is not a good habit.

Yu Lingxi didn't know who she was angry with, so she changed her words slightly: "Bise."

Hu Tao didn't know that the lady was fine, why she suddenly got angry, and obediently took the bi-color dress and came over.

"Miss looks bad, are you having nightmares again?" Hu Tao tied a moon white silk girdle on Yu Lingxi, and even a woman like her blushed when she saw her slender waist.

Yu Lingxi yawned, and lazily said, "It's annoying to be a villain."

"What's so difficult about it?"

Hu Tao smoothed her sleeves, and whispered: "Your servant knows that there is a way among the people. You write the appearance or birth date of the villain on a piece of paper, beat it hard, and beat the villain out. ?”

"beat?"

Yu Lingxi paused, then raised her eyes, "It's a way."

Now I am a knife and he is a fish, since I want to vent my anger, what kind of etiquette and morality are there?

After weighing so many, it is better to choose the easiest path!

At that time, there will be a set of sacks, and you will slip away after the beating. From then on, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the grievances and grievances will be eliminated.

The breath in my heart seemed to be smooth at once, and the sky was bright.

Yu Lingxi raised her lips and ordered: "Go and call Qingxiao's guards, I have something important to say."

An hour later.

Hu Tao reported outside the door: "Miss, Qingxiao's guards are ready and waiting outside."

Yu Lingxi nodded, paced around the room, and then took down a small golden horsewhip hanging on the wall.

After shaking his hands, it was just right to hit someone, so he hung it on his belt and mustered up the courage to step out the door.

The pines and cypresses at the side gate of the General's Mansion were evergreen, and Qing Xiao really led four tall and strong bodyguards to wait beside the carriage.

Several guards were selected from the Yu family's army. They were very skilled and strict in speech. They always obeyed orders without asking why.

Yu Lingxi covered her face with a veiled hat, inspected each of them, and asked, "Do you know what I want you to do?"

"I don't know!"

Several people didn't change their faces, and said in unison: "But it's under the orders of the young lady!"

"Very good." Yu Lingxi got into the carriage with a satisfied expression.

She lifted the curtain of the car and asked Qing Xiao, who was walking beside her, "Tell me about your business, how did the investigation go?"

Qing Xiao clasped her fists slightly: "Miss Hui, the slaves in the Colosseum are all nameless, and my subordinates only found out that the black-clothed and blue-masked boy's code name was 'Twenty Seven'. Healing in the lair..."

"nest?"

"Because the slaves are humble, the world regards them as running dogs and livestock, so their residence...is a lair."

"..."

Yu Lingxi suppressed the discomfort in her heart, put down the car curtain and stopped asking.

Most of the villains in the storybook died because of talking too much.

Now that I have made up my mind to be a villain, it is better to ask less questions.

The carriage galloped all the way, and drove into the fairy capital of the Desire Realm domineeringly.

I don't know how many streets and alleys passed, and the glamorous powdery smell in the air gradually disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable eerie decay.

The carriage finally stopped, and Qing Xiao, who was accompanying outside the carriage, said: "Miss, the lair is just ahead, for the sake of safety, the carriage cannot go any further."

Hearing this, Yu Lingxi lifted a corner of the car curtain, looked away from behind the light veil of the veil, and frowned.

What the **** is this place?

I saw the dirty stone steps extending to the depths of the ground beside the square wall, and a cold dungeon spread out in front of me. There are broken walls and ruins everywhere, sewage dripping, rats and insects running rampant, many men in ragged clothes are imprisoned in the prison-like low room, all of them are numb and fierce, they are slaves used to fight and kill the powerful...

Yu Lingxi choked for breath.

Even the most decadent refugee street in the west of Luoyang City is not as dark and decadent as this place.

Qing Xiao had already stepped on the spot ahead of time, and after a short wait, a thin black figure walked over from the direction of the black market.

The shadows faded from his body inch by inch, the familiar blue and black mask and black military uniform.

he came.

Yu Lingxi peeped behind the curtain of the car, and subconsciously clenched the little whip in her hand. When he got closer, the guards put him in a sack and tied him up...

However, Ning Yin paused, and looked up in the direction of Yu Lingxi's carriage.

Then, as if he had sensed something, he turned around and ran away.

"Discovered?"

Yu Lingxi bit her lip, bent down and jumped off the carriageway without caring too much, "Chase!"

"Miss!"

Qing Xiao stopped Yu Lingxi and said vigilantly, "We are not the ones he is avoiding."

As if confirming Qing Xiao's words, three masked figures jumped down from the roof like ghosts, chasing after Ning Yin in the direction where he was escaping.

They are extremely fast and sensitive, not like slaves, but more like well-trained assassins.

The sudden change left Yu Lingxi stunned.

What's going on, someone still wants to kill Ning Yin?

Before Yu Lingxi could figure it out, there was a muffled sound, Ning Yin was punched in the chest, her body flew into the air and rolled on the ground several times, and the mask fell aside.

"It's dangerous, Miss, don't come close!"

The situation was chaotic at the moment, and the guards were afraid of disaster, so they protected Yu Lingxi and retreated behind the square wall.

Yu Lingxi hid behind the corner, looking at the struggling young man not far away with complicated emotions.

Ning Yin should have been seriously injured, and her reaction was a little slow.

He clutched his chest, tremblingly trying to stand up, but was kicked in the chest by the three thugs, who knocked his body three feet away, and smashed him into the debris pile with a bang like a rag sandbag.

Baskets and bamboo poles fell down with a clatter, and the black-clothed boy curled up in pain, coughing up a mouthful of blood, and the bright red of the blood made his complexion even paler.

The bright red hurt Yu Lingxi's eyes.

Even when I was the most resentful, I never thought of killing Ning Yin like this...

"Hold him down, don't rush to kill him."

The man in the lead had a dark complexion and his muscles were as knotted as a mountain, and he pinned Ning Yin under his feet with one foot.

Blood oozes from the old wound on his chest, dyeing the stagnant water a faint rouge color.

He was pressed **** the ground, his cheeks were deformed by the dirty ground, muddy water covered with blood trickled down, soaking his dark and resentful eyes red.

The swarthy man said: "The master said, since you can escape so well, I will break your legs first, and let you crawl through the road to the underworld."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Ning Yin's struggling legs, and raised the heavy mace high in his hand.

The hammer reflected Senhan's cold light, dazzled Yu Lingxi's eyes.

Her vision was distorted, and her memory went backwards rapidly. She remembered her previous life.

In her previous life, Ning Yin always liked to kill people on cloudy and rainy days.

At first, Yu Lingxi thought it was some kind of mysterious ritual, but later he found out that the murder was purely because of his leg injury and bad mood on a rainy day.

There was a thunderstorm that day, and Hu Tao accidentally broke Ning Yin's usual colored glass.

Ning Yin tapped her knuckles on the table and slowly opened her eyes.

Yu Lingxi knew immediately that he was murderous.

She didn't think much about it, and posted it, talking softly, trying clumsily to distract Ning Yin.

Ning Yin grabbed her neck, his fingers were so cold that there was no warmth at all, and his face was pale, as if only blood could add some color to him.

At that moment, Yu Lingxi thought she was dead.

But when it was attached to the warm skin of her neck, the iron-like force loosened a lot.

Ning Yin's slightly raised eyes were dark and cold, and her pinching hands gradually changed to caressing and ironing. How could such a fragile woman like Doubt have such a hot temperature.

He put his other hand on it too, and Yu Lingxi's hairs stood on end.

"Take off your clothes." He ordered coldly.

Yu Lingxi suppressed the desire to run away, took off her clothes, hesitated, and used her own body temperature to warm Ning Yin, who had a leg ailment.

For the first time, she bet on the lunatic's mind.

When he kissed her, his teeth were still trembling slightly, biting her lips and the side of her neck.

Yu Lingxi gave him a massage to relieve the pain, and tried her best to please him.

In the end, she fell asleep from exhaustion, and when she woke up, Ning Yin still hugged her body tightly to keep warm, her strong and powerful arms almost broke her slender waist, and her whole body was hooped into a bow shape.

That was the only time Ning Yinliu showed such "fragile" emotions, but Yu Lingxi remembered it for a long time.

Maybe it's because Ning Yin is a person who never shows timidity, even when a sharp knife is pierced through his chest without changing his face, he is so crazy that he has almost no five senses.

That's why I was curious about what kind of heart-wrenching pain kept him awake all night and his teeth trembling.

His leg... was broken like this?

Yu Lingxi's pupils trembled slightly, memories and reality overlapped, and an answer was ready to come out.

Before she could think about it, she yelled, "Qing Xiao! What are you still doing?"

The crisp juicy drink pierced the sky, and jackdaws flitted across the sky.

The dark man turned around in amazement, Qing Xiao threw the long sword out of his hand, cutting through the murderer's wrist, and the hammer fell to the ground, splashing water droplets reflected a cold luster in mid-air.

Immediately, two other guards of the Yu Mansion jumped out from behind Qing Xiao, blocking the scimitars of the other two criminals.

At that moment, time seemed to be stretched infinitely.

A gust of wind blew up, the veil of the veiled hat fluttered, and the beautiful eyes of the delicate and charming girl were awe-inspiring.

Holding the precious golden whip in her hand, she was wrapped in a precious moon-white fox fur and stood in this incompatible purgatory, so clean that she seemed to be shining.

And the weak and embarrassed young man was lying in the muddy water, bleeding from the corners of his lips, his dark eyes half-opened, facing those beautiful almond eyes across the air.

Ah, it's her.