The paranoid hero who is about to wear clothes is squeamish again

Chapter 43 The sick and spoiled courtiers, flirting online 5
Qi Cheng rubbed her palms and slowly moved over step by step.

She was wearing a gray coarse linen dress, her supple cheeks were delicate, her almond eyes were firm, and she was not afraid at all.

The man raised his eyelids lightly, his eyes were slightly dark and prey, and the black robe with the pattern of dark golden auspicious clouds was oppressive and gloomy.

A jade crown crowns her long hair.

"I said, I want your blood." His pale lips opened and closed, and his hoarse voice made people shudder, like a hell judge.

Qi Cheng bit her lower lip, her almond eyes fell on the sharp short blade and the small white porcelain bowl placed on the sandalwood table.

"What's the use of my blood?" She also asked last time by the river, but he didn't answer.

The man glanced at her lightly, his brows were cold, "A living person, don't need to know."

Qi Cheng choked, clutched his little fingers, and made a small calculation.

With his head hooked, he discussed in a gentle voice, "If I give you blood, can you tell me... Where is Ji Buchen?"

A dark glint flashed through the man's dim eyes, "No."

He said no.

I can't tell her, it's not that I don't know.

He looked a little gloomy, "Give me blood and you will live. If you don't give me blood, you will die."

Qi Cheng pinched her palm with her fingertips, why is this person so domineering?

She gritted her teeth, puffed out her cheeks, and hooked her head to think... To, or not to?
While she was thinking, the man stood up and approached her step by step.

The medicine on his body was a bit heavy, and Qi Cheng could smell it from a distance.Now that he was walking towards her, the smell of medicine on the tip of her nose became stronger.

The man stopped in front of her, his slender figure was tall and straight, with the sinister aura of a superior.

The delicate and white chin was slightly lifted, the thin lips moved slightly, and the fingertips lightly touched Qi Cheng's neck, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, cold and ruthless.

He scoffed.

"In the whole world, only Rong's family are hypocritical, false, heartless and ungrateful."

His fingertips slid up from the girl's neck, wandering at least the corners of the girl's delicate lips.

The man scraped hard with his nails, leaving a light red mark on the girl's agar-like skin, like a long-standing grudge.

Qi Cheng raised his elbow, trying to raise his head to stare at him.

The result is that the distance is too close.

Accidentally...Using strength to fall forward.

Hit him in the chest.

The man frowned, his expression became more and more gloomy.

Bai Weisheng, who was just holding a bowl of medicine and pushing the door in, just wanted to face the loess and turn his back to the sky. Oh my God, what terrible thing did he see? Yaoshou said, "Sir... I was wrong, please continue."

With a bang, the door was slammed shut again.

But because of Bai Weisheng, the atmosphere in the room became more tense.

Qi Cheng jumped out of his arms and stared at him puzzled.

This person also had feud with the royal family?Or is he just...

The man raised her chin, his eyes were sinister and mocking, with a subtle look at her.

Qi Cheng frowned, and pushed his hand that was holding her chin tightly.

He sneered coldly, retracted his hand, turned around and picked up the short blade on the sandalwood table.

Taking advantage of the gap when he turned around, Qi Cheng held up the hem of her skirt and ran out quickly.

Just when her hand was about to touch the door, and she was able to push the door out soon...

With the sound of "whoosh", the silver-glowed short blade was extremely fast.

The short blade flew past Qi Cheng's wrist, and then stabbed hard into the door.

Qi Cheng turned her head and stared at the man, her almond eyes widened, a little at a loss.

He stood there, still looking sullen, staring at Qi Cheng quietly.

Go over and rip the short blade out of the door.

His slender fingertips rested on the handle, "Cut it yourself, or should I do it?"

(End of this chapter)