Yang Shu Mei Ying

"Shh, don't make a noise. It's me." The hot and humid breath was scattered in my ears, making Jun Shuying stiff. Chu Feiyang's excessive approach was beyond his tolerance, and he couldn't help thinking of the day when the two men's all evils began, which was also the beginning of all his miserable situations. The already faint hatred, like the fire that rekindled on the embers, was hot, fierce, and spread uncontrollably. Jun Shuying's hand holding the silver needle shook slightly. He tried his best to control his mind and concentrated on the family members and the nursing home who were searching around under the two, so that the silver needle with a faint green light due to the poisoning slipped. Into the sleeve.

Several family members turned the room around and found nothing. They quickly left the room and rushed to the next room. There was no torch in the room, and it fell into a quiet darkness. The shadows of a few bushes of plants cast in shadows under the moonlight and torches outside the door, twisting like ghosts.

Chu Feiyang still maintained the posture of catching Jun Shuying and covering his mouth, listening intently to the chaotic footsteps outside the door, until he was sure that everyone was far away from the courtyard, and then he jumped out of the room with Jun Shuying. Beam. Jun Shuying tightened his lips and was extremely quiet, Chu Feiyang stared at him for a moment, pulled his hand and lost some internal force to him, lowered his voice and said resentfully: "I will take you out of here first. Return to the inn and we will Liquidation! "After that, he went straight to the window and jumped out. Jun Shuying frowned and looked around, and finally fled outwards behind Chu Feiyang.

Jun Shuying followed Chu Feiyang sneaking through the tall trees and rockery in the courtyard, avoiding the back-and-forth search of the nursing home, and finally reached the edge of the outer wall. Chu Feiyang leapt to the wall, but found that Jun Shuying had not kept up. Looking down, Jun Shuying looked up at him under the wall. Chu Feiyang frowned, and the internal force he passed to Jun Shuying should not be exhausted so quickly. Some uniform footsteps approached in the distance, and now I don't have time to think too much. Chu Feiyang could only jump down with his own fate, grabbing Jun Shuying and flying up the wall again, but he saw a gloomy light flashing in Jun Shuying's eyes.

Although a bit surprised, it was not entirely unexpected.

Chu Fei sighed--the sound of a sharp arrow breaking from behind him, and there was a person who was waiting for him to reveal his flaws to kill him--

Everything seems to be just an instant, but in fact it is just an instant-Jun Shuying's meager internal force is not enough for him to see clearly what happened at that instant. He only knew that Chu Feiyang hugged him and turned around. The sound of sharp arrows through the flesh and a humming sound of Chu Feiyang penetrated into his ear before he pierced the silver needle in his hand. Jun Shuying's eyes widened, and the three-point cast silver needle easily penetrated Chu Feiyang's chest.

Chu Feiyang looked down and smiled bitterly. The feather arrow penetrated his left shoulder, and the sharp arrow came out of the flesh with the warm blood. But the most serious thing is not it. The paralysis spreading frantically from his three little silver needles to his whole body really killed him.

Chu Feiyang grabbed Jun Shuying's hand and pulled out the silver needle. Point yourself to stop the spread of toxicity. Behind someone shouted, "I shot him! He was injured!" Some messy footsteps were approaching quickly. Jun Shuying was still in shock. He opened his eyes wide and looked at his injury, and looked at his eyes, opened his mouth, and the voice at the exit was dry and dumb: "... why!"

Chu Feiyang slammed Jun Shuying and jumped off the wall, and replied a little pantly: "Now is not the time to talk. Back to the inn, we will liquidate again, you sinister!

Chu Feiyang and Jun Shuying quickly returned to the inn where they were staying. Jun Shuying closed his eyes when he was on the road, and could only hear the rapid wind passing by his ears and cheeks. Chu Feiyang was so extravagant that he could almost hear the sound of Chu Feiyang's toxin spreading.

They entered Chu Feiyang's room through the window.

As soon as the door Chu Feiyang entered, Jun Shuying was pushed away and fell to a peach chair. He broke the tail of the feather arrow behind his left shoulder and grabbed the arrow and pulled it out. He opened the clothes on his chest again, and the tiny wounds caused by the silver needles became purple and black. Jun Shuying stood side by side and looked at him timidly until Chu Feiyang stared at him sharply, and those bright eyes with obvious impatience even surprised him.

"What are you doing! Antidote!" Chu Feiyang growled and gasped.

Jun Shuying frowned. Didn't he just want him to die! How dare he arrogantly ask him for antidote like this! What a joke. Jun Shuying walked two steps alertly, toward the door.

"I said, antidote!" Chu Feiyang's harsh expression under the scattered hair was never seen by Jun Shuying. Even when he used to be murderous all over him.

But no matter how deterrent Chu Feiyang performed, Jun Shuying knew that his body might be too weak to even stand up. No one can survive half a barrel of incense under high-level lethal poison. Not even Chu Feiyang.

He can walk out of the room calmly now, Chu Feiyang will surely die. He revenge, and never have to worry about such a hidden danger.

But he saw that he took the bottle out of his arms and reached out to Chu Feiyang. Chu Feiyang just stared at him without reaching for it. Jun Shuying hesitated, walked around the table, unplugged the corks, and scattered a bit on the terrible wound. He took another pill from his arms and put it into Chu Feiyang's mouth. He held down the acupoint on the side of his neck and watched the pill slip down Chu Feiyang's throat.