Looking at the sword in the cold light

"Of course you are my master. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today." Gong Wuhou snorted coldly and said.I don't know how many people in Yandu envied him for being Guling Shiyan's apprentice and also enjoying the supreme honor and favor of Guling Shiyan. This kind of honor and favor only made him feel disgusted every moment. That's not normal petting at all, it's just the feeling of holding everything in your heart, aloof and arbitrarily manipulating others.The people in Yandu have long been brainwashed by the death of the ancient mausoleum, and Gong Wuhou feels that she is the only one who is normal, and the so-called palace ceremony is actually castration.

Guling Shiyan heard these words extremely ironic and desolate, as if everything was his fault, and created today's Gongwuhou, he looked at Gongwuhou above, and raised his voice a little excitedly: "What are you doing today? What did you do wrong as a teacher, what have I paid for you as a teacher for so many years, I treat you as my own, and love you so much..."

"You never loved me at all!" Gong Wuhou interrupted Guling Shiyan's words with an angry roar, the voice echoed in the cold window, his hand holding Zhu Jian tightened and loosened, and the other hand tightly grasped Guling Shiyan The veins on the back of his wrist were bursting, as if he wanted to crush Gu Ling Shiyan's wrist.

"You actually said that I have never loved you as a teacher!?" Gu Ling Shiyan was so shocked by Gong Wuhou's voice that his ears ached. Gong Wuhou finally won him, and plunged the sharp knife straight into his heart, compared to the pain in his wrist, he didn't care at all.

Gong Wuhou silently watched the people below him, his heart was as solid as ice, Gu Ling Shiyan's words were extremely ridiculous, he never believed Gu Ling Shiyan's nonsense.Gu Ling Shiyan's so-called love has never been disdainful to him. What he wants is not something precious and difficult to find, but Gu Ling Shiyan can't afford it. Shi Yan's murder tool, besides living with Zhu Han, what else can he do while alive.He still doesn't want to figure out what kind of feelings he has for Zhu Han. He just lives like this day by day. It doesn't really matter whether he loves or not. He has long known that this world is extremely cruel and there is no romance at all.

The dark clouds cover the clouds, and the surrounding area is darker than before. Most of Gu Ling's face is hidden under the projection of the desk, and it is almost connected with the darkness.Gong Wuhou still knew what that face looked like, he hated it to the core, the smell of the dead smoke from the ancient tomb made his stomach start to churn, feeling the warm body under him, he felt like vomiting but couldn't vomit He really has no interest in Guling Shiyan, not to mention pampering him so even if he puts him under him, it's fine, no matter what, it won't touch his cold heart, he won't change his mind, and he doesn't need it.

Gong Wuhou put down the Zhu Jian that was on Gu Ling Shi Yan's lower body, Zhu Jian was resting on the ground, turned around and pulled out Kun Wu who was next to him, his speed was astonishing.Guling Shiyan only heard a "shua", and saw him in the dark night, but he was so familiar with Xueliang Kunwu, Kunwu was in the hands of Gong Wuhou, with red sleeves fluttering, Gong Wuhou held the sword in both hands, Guling Shiyan opened his eyes wide In the blink of an eye, I saw Kun Wu's bright sword point coming straight towards his face from above, the bright light on the sword point exuded the coldness in Gong Wuhou's heart.Kun Wu was so straight, as if he wanted to pierce directly into his face and break through his head.

Gu Ling Shiyan's lips parted slightly, and he quickly raised his hand to grab Kunwu's sword. He clenched his hands tightly, and the sharp sword cut through the palm of his hand. There were bursts of piercing pain, and the blood on his hand flowed down the straight sword. His body converged to the tip of the sword, lowered to his face, and slid along his cheeks into the temples. For the first time, he felt the warmth of his blood, the sharpness of his kunwu, and the coldness of Gong Wuhou above. Looking at him intently, the hands holding the hilt of the sword used force again, stabbing down hard, he grasped the blade even harder, and the point of the sword that was dripping with his own blood was in front of him.Gong Wuhou's strength was getting stronger and stronger, Gu Ling Shiyan felt that a deep mark might have been drawn on the palm bone, the pain pierced his heart, the tip of the sword pierced another point, the blood dripped onto his lips, flowing along His slightly parted lips flowed into his mouth, his lips moved, and his voice was very soft: "No Queen..."

After a stalemate for a while, Gong Wuhou couldn't make any progress, the point of the sword always stopped there, Gong Wuhou pretended that he didn't hear the sound of the dying smoke from the ancient mausoleum, the knuckles of his hand holding the hilt turned white, obviously he was almost there Gu Ling Shiyan can be killed, and a sword passes through Gu Ling Shiyan's forehead, but Gu Ling Shiyan is so hateful that he holds the sword tightly.Could it be that he hadn't reached the time to kill Guling Shiyan? He had been waiting for so many years and was always disappointed.The face of Shi Yan in the ancient mausoleum under him was already bloodstained, but his eyes were still contemptuous and cruel. He murmured: "Why are you still alive? Let me kill you."

"But you don't have that ability yet." Gu Ling Shiyan opened and closed his lips, his tone had a contemptuous smile, he was still holding the sword body and was in a stalemate with Gong Wuhou, his hand was so painful that it couldn't hurt anymore, and there was still blood It flowed down, wet his temples and collar, and the pain was extreme, so that's it. His ineffective apprentice still couldn't kill him. "How long do you want to do this?"

Gong Wuhou was going mad with anger, his hands were trembling a little, and he had been wrestling with Guling Shiyan for a while, but he couldn't pierce Guling Shiyan's forehead with a single sword, obviously victory was just around the corner.He angrily drew Kun Wu away, threw Kun Wu aside, put one knee on Gu Ling Shi Yan's leg, leaned over and forcibly pulled Gu Ling Shi Yan's belt, tied Gu Ling Shi Yan's bloody hands To the top of the head: "What do you want me to do? You didn't even resist, are you waiting for me to satisfy you bitch?"

"Are you happy like this?" Guling Shiyan and Ren Gongwuhou tied his hands, the blood in his hands turned his belt red, and he felt a heart-rending pain when he moved his fingers, but the pain won't last too long After a long time, the double scroll of washing the pulse will make him heal automatically.

Gong Wuhou glanced at Guling Shiyan, whose face was covered in blood, and did not answer. He had been tortured mad by this insanity, and he had nowhere to vent his anger. It doesn't matter, he is still angry.He roughly ripped off Gu Ling Shiyan's trousers, as he said before, he stabbed Gu Ling Shiyan's lower body mercilessly with the hilt of the red sword.

"Ah!" Gu Ling Shiyan yelled in pain, the cold sword hilt broke in directly, tearing his lower body apart.

Hearing this scream-like sound, Gong Wuhou felt that he had never won. He looked at the dead smoke in the ancient mausoleum without any change in his eyes, and he was still so indifferent. He pulled out a section of the hilt, the hilt and the blade were both red Yes, but he can see that there is a red color different from the sword on it, Guling Shiyan's lower body must have a lot of blood, but he is not interested.Gong Wuhou inserted the hilt of the sword into Guling Shiyan's body again, the hilt was tightly bound there, even if he wanted to move it, it was not a hindrance to him.He gripped tightly, twitching violently.

"It hurts..." Gu Ling Shiyan's face was covered with cold sweat, his voice was a bit sharp, he allowed Gong Wuhou's movements, and he didn't break free from the simple restraint, except for a little trembling of his body, he didn't move much. Waves of severe pain came from his lower body, and he could feel warm blood flowing from there, sticking to the clothes under him. "pain……"

Gong Wuhou really didn't want to talk anymore, Guling Shiyan kept crying out in pain, he didn't even want to say any more humiliating words, in his heart Guling Shiyan was such a shameless bitch, if he was one of those who like this bitch A man who is human, maybe he will have a heart of pity.His hands seem to be tireless, and he has been tormenting Gu Ling Shiyan, the hilt of the sword in his hand keeps pulling in and out, and the more he draws, the more annoying he gets, even if he is pressed under him, it is nothing to Gu Ling Shiyan. It's just that a sword hilt was pushed in and out of his lower body, and he bled a little. How could Guling Shiyan care about this without any shame? He has a double volume of washing pulse, and it will heal itself in a short while, even the wound can not see.

What the hell am I doing.Gong Wuhou really hates herself, he has raped his brother and master now, life is still meaningless.In this meaningless life, Zhu Han is his everything, he should go to Zhu Han instead of doing things that make him sick.

"Ah..." Guling Siyan felt that the hilt of the sword embedded in his body was pulled out at once, the pain was still so great that he couldn't help but let out a low cry, pressing on him, Gong Wuhou had already got up, and Gong Wuhou turned around without saying a word go outside.

Guling Shiyan's bent legs were folded and stuck to the ground, and the floor was so cold, he was still lying on his back, without untiing his hands that were tied to his head, listening to the sound of Gong Wuhou's drifting away. With the sound of footsteps, a chill came out of his body, which was a bit colder than this night. He looked at the dark ceiling above, his eyes were so dry, he didn't have a tear, not even the pain from the split behind just now Pain to tears.The hand injury has recovered, but the pain in the lower body is still continuous.

His mind went blank, Gu Ling Shiyan didn't know what he was thinking, so he just lay there.

Leng Chuang Gongming, where a lot of things happened not long ago, is now quiet again, the moon comes out from the dark clouds, and once again blooms its bright moonlight, like a layer of organdy gauze, so gentle and cold.

A purple light suddenly appeared in front of Leng Chuang's fame, and after the light dissipated, a majestic purple figure appeared in it.Mida came late, and the lamp was not lit, and it seemed that there was no one there.He smelled a bloody smell, and at a glance, he saw that the door of Leng Chuang's fame was open. It stands to reason that the door must be closed if the ancient mausoleum is not inside.He was startled, his figure flashed, he had already reached the door of the wooden house, and when he stepped over the threshold, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.The house is so big, Mi Da immediately saw Gu Ling Shi Yan lying on the ground, he was not only surprised but also unbelievable, he went around the table and called softly: "Gu Ling Shi Yan?"

The person lying on the ground didn't answer him, Mita approached, in the semi-darkness and twilight, he could still see the appearance of the ancient mausoleum, he was really surprised.Guling Shiyan lay motionless on the ground, with a loose belt tied around his wrists, bloodstained face, disheveled hair, blood on his hands, and bloodstained collar, naked lower body with crossed legs, legs and heels Visible blood.With this appearance, Mi Da knew that Guling Shiyan was raped without even thinking about it, and he was angry and puzzled. In a place full of eunuchs, the great master can still lose his morals. As a real man, he is a little hard to understand.Mi Da bent over to untie the belt that was not firmly tied, squatted down, and held Gu Ling Shiyan's shoulders to support him. Gu Ling Shiyan followed his movements without moving his eyes. Si Yan embraced him and leaned against him, touched Gu Ling Shi Yan's bloody face, but there was no response, if he hadn't seen Gu Ling Shi Yan's chest heaving a bit, he would have thought he was really dead.

"I'm sorry, I'm late, what happened, how did you do this?" Mida's tone was urgent, with faint anger. "You bleed a lot, who did it?" He glanced down at Gu Ling's bloody hands, as if they were all Gu Ling's blood, he freed up a hand and grabbed the bloody hand He held it up in front of him, looked at it carefully, only saw the blood but not the wound, and held the hand in his hand and rubbed it gently, except for a little sticky blood, there was no injury.

"Mida." Gu Ling Shiyan's eyes finally moved, his tone was a little dull, he glanced at Mida, withdrew his hand, suddenly hugged Mida's neck, leaned his head on Mida's shoulder, and lowered his voice. Say something. "I want to go back to my room."