I, Qinghuan

Chapter 38

After Qing Huan finished sewing Nan Yang's buttons, she yawned twice.Nan Yang could tell that she was tired. She had been tossing and tossing for a long time today, and she drank so much wine. Now that the alcohol has worn off, she should be sleepy.

She has a body that sleeps as soon as she says she sleeps, and Nan Yang has been ready to hug her anytime since she yawned for the first time.

"Let's go back." Qing Huan's eyes narrowed as expected.

"it is good."

Nan Yang looked at Qing Huan's sleepy eyes, and said, "I'll carry you back."

"From here to the garage, a few hundred meters, what are you carrying..." Qing Huan's ears turned red, and he rubbed his sleepy eyes, turning his head away from Nan Yang.

"If you don't let me carry you, then I'll kiss you." Nan Yang made a rare joke.

However, Qing Huan turned her gaze back, looked at her with sparkling eyes, and after a while, whispered: "Then... kiss me."

She really likes to kiss Nan Yang.

As long as you can kiss her, you can use any lame reason.

Nan Yang took a step forward, wrapped her arms around Qing Huan's waist, put her lips close to her ear, and said in a low voice, "I will kiss you and carry you, okay?"

Qing Huan's ears were red as if they were about to bleed, and she nodded slightly.

With permission, Nan Yang placed a soft kiss on Qing Huan's earlobe, raised her right hand, placed it on the back of her head, and gently stroked her charming curly hair.The lips passed over the earlobe, rubbed against the side of the face, and brought out a beautiful journey, and finally landed on that same soft territory.

A long and gentle kiss, the ears of both of them were red, but the movement between the lips and teeth was much more natural than the previous two times.

Qing Huan couldn't help but hugged Nan Yang's slender waist tightly, and her legs softened a little from the kiss.

While they were lingering, the door of the bathroom was suddenly opened with a "squeak" sound.

Qing Huan immediately turned her head to avoid Nan Yang's lips.

Tomorrow night, Cheng stood at the door of the bathroom, half twisting the doorknob in his hand, staring dumbfoundedly at the two people who were still kissing intimately in front of the mirror a second ago, and this second was abruptly interrupted by her arrival.

The air was eerily quiet for a moment.

"I..." Tomorrow night, when Cheng realized what good he had done, he almost cried when he spoke, "I, I, I didn't do it on purpose, you, you..."

Nan Yang was still hugging Qing Huan's waist, she narrowed her eyes and looked at Ming Wan Cheng, licked the remaining Qing Huan's saliva on her lips, her voice was as cold as ice: "Then do you want to continue watching?"

"No, no, no, no, no, don't read it!" Ming Wancheng shook his head frantically, and stepped back while shaking, "Don't worry, I'll call the security guards to seal off the restroom within a ten-meter radius, kiss slowly, kiss slowly , don’t rush, don’t rush!”

Qing Huan was so ashamed that she didn't dare to look at Ming Wan Cheng, hugged Nan Yang tightly, and buried her face in Nan Yang's shoulder like an ostrich.

"I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry Patriarch, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I'll get out immediately!"

Tomorrow night, Cheng bowed a few times and almost ran away scrambling.

Nan Yang touched Qing Huan's long hair, gently rubbed the back of her neck through the curly hair, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to continue?"

Qing Huan nestled in her white shirt and shook her head, the temperature of her face could burn Nan Yang's heart through a layer of fabric.

"Then let me go, I'll carry you to the car and go back to sleep."

Qing Huan hummed, and let go of Nan Yang.Nan Yang bent down with his back to her, and she lay down on her stomach, leaning on Nan Yang's shoulder, and hugging her neck.

Nan Yang picked her up firmly, turned her head and said softly, "Sleep when you are sleepy, don't worry, I will send you back safely."

Qing Huan nodded.

The road from the bathroom to the underground garage was not long, but Nan Yang walked very slowly, she liked the feeling of carrying Qing Huan on her back.This made her feel as if she had returned to more than 3000 years ago. In that distant ancient time, she carried her little apprentice on her back like this, walking staggeringly step by step in the winding snow in Beipu.

The distance that could have been walked in 10 minutes, because Nan Yang walked too slowly, he insisted on walking for nearly half an hour.When they got to the garage, Qing Huan had already fallen asleep on her shoulder.

Before that, Qing Huan wore the crystal-red Liuyu around her neck, but now she wrapped her right hand around Nan Yang's neck, held that piece of jade in her mouth, and slept soundly with it in her mouth.

Like a child, you have to hold something in your mouth when you sleep.

Because of the jade in her mouth, the corners of her mouth were slightly opened, and saliva flowed down the corners of her lips, soaking the shirt on Nan Yang's shoulders.

Nan Yang couldn't help but smile, dragged her legs and lifted her a little higher.

Qing Huan didn't know when she fell asleep, she only knew that the moment she lay on Nan Yang's back, she was sleepy.It seems that they haven't known each other for a long time, but she just feels that with Nan Yang's side, she can completely relax.She knew that Nan Yang would take good care of herself.

She fell into a deep sleep, biting the ruby ​​that Nan Yang gave her.

In the mist, she seemed to have a dream.

In the dream, she was standing in a canyon, and the surrounding weather was dull, so hot that her forehead was covered with sweat.There are very noisy voices around, as if there are many people around, shouting and killing.

It's not like it's modern here.

In a trance, she realized that she was holding a sword in her hand, and she was also wearing an ancient white dress, with the corners of her skirt spattered with blood.

When she was wondering, she suddenly heard a familiar voice:

"Qinghuan."

She raised her head suddenly and saw Nan Yang's face as cold as snow.Nan Yang was wearing a simple white dress embossed with white cranes, her long black hair was tied into a simple bun, her eyes were anxious, and she held a snow-blue long sword in her hand.She stretched out her hand to grab herself, and said, "Qing Huan, follow me..."

Subconsciously, she swung her long sword, and slashed at Nan Yang's hand that reached out.

Nan Yang pulled her hand back in time, but a corner of her clothes was still cut off by her fierce sword wind, and the sword blade scratched Nan Yang's little finger, and the pure white piece of clothes was covered with blood from her finger It floated down to the ground.

She had only one thought in her mind:

kill her.

Kill Nan Yang.

This is her enemy, kill her.

She gritted her teeth, exerted all her strength, raised her long sword and slashed at Nan Yang resolutely.Nan Yang looked at her in disbelief, backed away again and again, dodging her attack in embarrassment.Obviously Nan Yang also had a sword in her hand, but she never raised it up to face herself, she was just hiding, even if she had gradually fallen into a situation where there was nowhere to hide.

With tears in Nan Yang's eyes, he said in a trembling tone, "Qing Huan, what's wrong with you?"

I'm going to kill you.

You and I are old enemies, and I must kill you.

Nan Yang's eyes were full of grief: "Qing Huan, I am the master."

But there was only one thought in her mind.

kill her.

This is her nemesis.

She has to kill her.

She raised the long sword in her hand again, Nan Yang just looked at her with tears, this time she didn't dodge.So, the long sword in her hand pierced through easily, and stabbed firmly into Nan Yang's flank.

Nan Yang's upper body was bent down, his brows were furrowed, and he looked at her sadly, with a mouthful of blood dripping from the corner of his lips.

She quickly pulled out the sword, and a glaring blood spurted out from the wound and splashed on the side of her face.Nan Yang staggered two steps while clutching his side, and pushed his long sword to the ground to barely support his body.

She swung her long sword fiercely and stabbed Nan Yang with the second sword.

The third sword.

Fourth sword.

Every sword fell on Nan Yang's waist and abdomen, and every strike cut into her flesh and blood, and every time it was cut, hot blood would splash on her face.In the end, the long sword in her hand could no longer see its original color, and the white clothes on Nan Yang's body were all dyed red.

Nan Yang has been holding her snow-blue long sword tightly, but she never lifts it up, and she doesn't let the sword point at herself for even a second.

She raised her sword again and again.

He chopped towards Nanyang again and again.

Nan Yang was finally cut down and fell into a pool of blood, his hands tightly covering the wound on his abdomen, his eyes slackened.Like a white crane that has been shot down, its wings have been broken, and it can no longer flap its wings. It can only wait desperately for death amidst the blood.

She was really going to be killed by herself.

But why are you crying?

Master...

Why don't you resist?

Why don't you kill me, the traitor?

Master...

Master, why don't you leave?

Nan Yang lay on the ground, her eyelashes drooping slowly, and her eyelids were covered with heavy blood stains.Her lips moved slightly, exhausted her last bit of strength, and murmured a begging sentence:

"Stop making trouble... come back with me... I will never punish you for copying scriptures or standing in a corner... I will never punish you again. Come back with me, Qinghuan... come back with me .”

Come back with me.

go back.

Back to where?

Where are they going back?

We can't go back.

There is no going back, Master.

Master...

Master...

"Qinghuan?"

A gentle voice rang in his ears.

"Qinghuan, wake up."

is her.

"Qinghuan, wake up, you are sweating a lot."

Qing Huan opened her eyes suddenly, and saw the familiar ceiling.

There was a pain between her brows, as if it was about to tear her forehead apart.

It took a full ten seconds before she realized that she was already lying on the hotel bed.Nan Yang hugged herself aside, murmured her name softly, stroking the sweat on her forehead with slender fingers, and her voice was full of concern: "Did you have a nightmare? Why are you shaking all the time?"

South Yang.

She... is she still alive?

Before Qing Huan could break free from her dream, she hurriedly got up and looked at the real woman beside her.Her gaze swept across her body indiscriminately, then frantically touched her lower abdomen, and recklessly opened the hem of her shirt.

No blood.

However, there are several deep and wide long scars.It was the same hideous and terrifying scar as she had seen a few times before.

Seeing that she suddenly opened her clothes, Nan Yang's ears turned red, she pulled the hem of the clothes and covered them again, "What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly..."

Was that really a dream?Why so real?It was so real that she felt that her face was still covered with hot blood.

Qing Huan held back the tears that were about to flow, and desperately leaned forward to hug Nan Yang, holding her back with all her strength, wishing to rub her into her own flesh and blood.

Fortunately, fortunately, it was a dream.

She is still alive, still by her side.And he didn't use the sword to cut her all over with bruises.

Nan Yang patted her back reassuringly, and whispered in her ear: "It must be a nightmare. Seeing that you are sweating all over, you can't wake up even if you scream. Do you want to take a bath?"

After a long time, Qing Huan said hoarsely: "...to wash."

"I'll help you fill the bathtub." Nan Yang patted her on the shoulder, motioning her to let go.

Qing Huan didn't let go, she still hugged Nan Yang tightly, her voice became softer and softer: "You hug me."

"Okay, I'll carry you." Nan Yang stroked her long curly hair.

Qing Huan was silent for a moment, then whispered again: "...You wash it for me."

Nan Yang was taken aback for a moment, and his ears turned red a moment later.

"...Okay, I...I'll wash it for you."