Chapter 316

"Teacher, master?"

It's like the ice water splashed down from his pocket. The man's eyes suddenly tightened, and he felt the blue veins of his arm suddenly protruded. Fiercely turned back, in the eye son awe Lin kills the intention, suddenly waves a palm, the mountain stone responds to the sound to crack.

"Maid, you are brave. Are you deaf or blind? Can't you hear me?! If you don't send the Sanskrit out, get out

He had never been so angry, but now he even blurted out his words with a strong anger. As soon as he was lucky, he felt that the poison was following him, and then he began to boil. Finally, he broke free and yelled and laughed grimly to tear him up!

Sanskrit stepped back one step, another step, not even aware of how shocked his face was. His eyes were round and at a loss. She saw the blue and gray lines on the man's face, which spread in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. Under her ink hair, her eyes seemed to be covered with blood. This face was ferocious and strange, and it should not be the elegant and beautiful Yao Guang in the past!

The man slowly stood up from the hot spring pool, and Xiaohan cried and stopped him. "Sir, sir, this is the Sanskrit girl..."

however, before the words were finished, he was slapped out by the man. The whole person rose from the sky and fell on the ground again. The whole person's body twisted into a strange arc. Fanyin wanted to turn around and run away, but his eyes had already There was a sense of withdrawal. Everything was so sudden tonight that she couldn't cope with it.

"Master..."

"what's the matter, my good apprentice?" It was not until Yao Guang stood in front of Sanskrit that she realized that the man was as tall as Xiao Yunjing. His shadow was more than enough to cover her completely. There was a smile in her mouth.

"Master, don't do this." Sanskrit heard his voice like a withered leaf shaking in the cold wind, which could be broken at any time. "You, you scared me... Can't you do this? What's going on The second half of the sentence has a faint cry.

"Why be afraid?" Yao Guang's face slowly blooms a smile, snow-white teeth, if not spread to the whole face of ferocious green spots and strange fade pupil color, almost no woman can resist this smile, "you like me, right?"

Fanyin didn't know what strength she needed to support herself. She could only hold on to the rockery. She wanted to see everything in front of her - the weird Yaoguang and the killed Xiaohan were fake, but they couldn't. The man waved to her in a clear and audible voice.

"Good boy, come here."

It's not a nightmare. There was no one to clean up the mess for her. Fanyin clenched her ten fingers into her palm, and her clear sense of pain made her sober up for a while. Although she was afraid, she could not turn around and run away. She was not Yao Guang's opponent, nor could she be provoked at this time.

So, slowly, she walked forward, Yao Guang was wearing a moonlight, skin color white to light, only a little cinnabar between the eyebrows, as if red to drip blood, he was so loose, covered with wet brocade, smiling at her and expanding his arms.

Sanskrit trembled to meet the embrace, the familiar orchid fragrance came. Yao Guang likes orchids. He tightened his grip, wriggled over the thin shoulder, and leaned over to kiss. Grinding that little Fangze, it was rude and cruel.

However, the kiss stopped soon. Yao Guang's lips were stained with blood, and the girl's lips and teeth were stained with blood. She even cried out in panic, "master, Shifu, i..." she wanted to say I'm sorry. She wanted to push away and resist. The confused thoughts seized all the senses with that kiss.

Yao Guang held out his finger and wiped the blood with interest. He looked at the moon in a light voice, saying, "I've got some experience in my hand. I'm good at it."

He slowly lowered his arms and untied the white silk on his waist. He flicked the silk around the girl's wrist like a snake. The Sanskrit was almost dragged by without any struggle. The man looked down at her from top to bottom.

The moon is dim, and the girl's eyes are still as cool as jade, which is inconceivable. Her cheeks are blooming, scarlet and gorgeous.

He was no longer the master who carefully prepared a bowl of brown sugar and ginger water and sent it to her. Somehow, everything was under control, and even his consciousness was clear. Yao Guang still felt that his heart was cut out by a sharp blade and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Guangxia is in decline, but so it is.

"Why, master?" Sanskrit seems to have foreseen something. For a moment, his face turned pale. Every word seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth. "Did I... Did I do something wrong?"

No, of course not.

Yao Guang answered the maiden, Sanskrit, but ten years ago, you didn't know where the people were. You should see with your own eyes how your good brother killed me with rumors. You can't feel the loneliness and despair of gradual tightening in your life. You should see the scene of me kneeling and praying, my humble pitiful place, and the cold and heartless people Maybe you can understand where my hatred for Yan Yi comes from.

Since you were taken to Tingfeng dock by Xiao Yunjing.

From the first meeting.

Since you took me as a teacher.

"Fanyin, do you know that Yan Yi is actually your brother?" Yao Guang said, "in those years, I and I both worshipped and practiced under the gate of the burial palace, and then... I did a wicked thing."With a slight smile, he was mocking his painful past. "I fell in love with my master. Your good brother made it public. "

Fanyin's eyes widened. Yao Guang's words were enough to amaze her no matter what sentence she took out.

Yao Guang gently lifted the girl's chin as if she were caring for a rare porcelain. Her other hand untied her clothes in an orderly way. The traces of the eighteen Commandments were still clearly visible, and covered the front and back ferociously. He forced her to lift her head slightly to make her see the ugly and ferocious scars.

"You see, I've spent so many years with these marks on my body." He murmured, "Sanskrit, should I hate him?"

It's no wonder that Yan Yi was his own brother. No wonder he was familiar with him in the ancestral hall of the king's mansion. No wonder he was familiar with him as a relative. No wonder he always had some intermittent and end to end dreams. Maybe someone deliberately erased that memory. The long eyelashes of Sanskrit trembled and his hands covered his ears in vain. "You, you cheat... I grew up in the palace Besides, how can he be such a good person? You must be wrong, you are wrong...

- you are wrong.

The boa constrictor spits blood red letter son, climbs in the heart, one circle coil, leaves the wet greasy remnant mark, the dripping venom then drip drip down, corrodes.

Yao Guang burst out laughing and finally showed his unprecedented madness.

Jealousy is like fire, with that ferocious poison lingering in one place. It seems that the scenes reappeared in ordinary days have turned into the claws and teeth of the devil.

"Am I wrong?" Yao Guang almost stupidly repeated, "I'm right." He once again embraces Sanskrit, and the girl's body is slightly emaciated and held loosely in his arms. At this moment, I don't know whether the medicine is acting. It has gradually warmed up and is close to his chest. There are thin and old wounds between her neck, like flaws in porcelain.

"Sanskrit, do you think I'm the only enemy of your good brother? There are many enemies who want him to die. For example - "

he gently kisses the girl's wet hair on the temples, and gently grinds and teases," your uncle, Xiao Yunjing. "

Sanskrit seems to be in a panic and dodges, pushing with his hands, his legs are also moving, and the water lines around him are scattered. There was a mass of numbness in her heart, a fire burning in her cheeks, and she could see nothing clearly.

"Nonsense! I don't want to listen! Shut up, ah, ah, ah -- "

now he is barehanded, with clear veins, and slowly uncovers her hair.

"Master, don't ask for..." Sanskrit grabbed the man's hand and shook his head desperately, "why, why - my brother did wrong, I apologize for him, please don't do this, don't destroy..."

- don't destroy everything she believes in, that bowl of warm brown sugar ginger tea, the palm of a man's outstretched on the long bridge, as well as the poems and songs he taught, romantic and romantic affairs...

he is crazy, so he wants to Pull everything around him into madness, Sanskrit or Xiaohan. In a word, how can those who follow him come to a good end?

"You are good."

The only reply I got was this sentence, deep and long, steeped in lust.

Yao Guang was provoked by the trivial resistance of this idea, and felt the blood flowing wildly.

It's interesting to conquer slowly when the prey is dying too fast. He really hoped that he could deliver a letter and let Yan Yi watch all this. Today, he just wants to recover it from innocent people. How about that?

Sanskrit was held by her, but she broke away from her left and right. She bit the man's shoulder blade by the clavicle. She tried again and again until she tasted the warm salty blood between her lips and teeth. She felt afraid and wanted to cry. Tears drop down one by one.

The pain is like a thin blade, cut all the past warmth, connected with the last rational string, burst.

"Yao Guang." She whispered.

"I hate you so much."