Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

The cry for help really played a decisive role.

Fu Guanci, who lived next door, heard the noise and suddenly opened the door: "Senior Sister, what happened?"

When someone appeared, Shen Zhinian reflexively threw the person into the air, trying to free his hands and prove his innocence.

Young Master, I did nothing.

So Fu Guanci, who was worried about opening the door, was involuntarily attracted by the unidentified object that was rotating 360 degrees in the air and screaming.

My mind was still a little dazed, but my body responded honestly.

Almost as a conditioned reflex, he pulled out his pocket knife and threw it at the unknown object like a dart.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The knife thrown into the air accurately stabbed the center of the assassin's butt.

It’s open…it’s open…it’s open…

The unidentified black object suffered humiliating damage and fell in a straight line, hitting the deck below.

The small knife that was shining coldly in the moonlight was still standing straight and stable in the center. The assassin was facing the ground with his buttocks arched, making a "puff, puff" sound of blood spurting out.

Shen Zhinian: "..."

Fu Guanci: “…”

Silence is the passenger ship tonight.

This is probably what it means to use a knife to pull the buttocks - to open your eyes.

Across a not very long corridor, the two siblings looked at each other, and in an instant, they understood each other.

Shen Zhinian couldn't bear to look directly at it, so he looked up at the sky: "Wow...what a big bird!"

Fu Guanci's eyes wandered, and he echoed: "Yes, yes, it was just too dark, and it flew over in the blink of an eye."

While talking, he could pretend that both of them were blind, and with a flick of his fingertips he pulled out the knife and threw it into the raging river.

A whole big operation to destroy the body and cover up all traces.

"I can't see anything anymore. It's such a waste of my expression. I might as well go back to sleep." Shen Zhinian closed his eyes and pretended to yawn.

Fu Guanci expressed his understanding: "Okay, okay, good night, Senior Sister."

After saying that, the two of them turned around in tacit understanding, followed by the sound of two doors closing impatiently.

Fixed on the deck, with his butt no longer blocked, bleeding profusely, the dying assassin: Damn beast!!!

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How much suffering must a person have to go through in his life before he can deeply understand what despair is?

The assassin originally thought that he was in despair because his family was destroyed when he was young, and he was taken in by the Shadowless Pavilion but suffered torture during training. He finally succeeded in becoming an apprentice, but he never had a moment of peace in his life.

In fact, it is not so. Reality slaps you in the face and gives you the middle finger, and then slowly tells you: there is no most despair, only more despair!

It was as if he was a caterpillar curled up and moving forward without any dignity. Every time he moved, he would crawl forward with blood gushing out.

He knew that the scream just now might have attracted the attention of the prince and his entourage, and his amazing desire to survive made him move forward desperately.

I don’t know what those two perverts were thinking, they didn’t kill him.

But even if I spare his life, I have already humiliated him with extremely despicable means. When he recovers... when he recovers, I will repay him double!!!

The assassin clenched his teeth, his eyes were red, he would remember today's humiliation!

PS The culprits Shen Zhinian & Fu Guanci: Isn't this a case of him trying to hurt others but getting stabbed instead? How can you say this about these two innocent, kind-hearted good citizens?

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The assassin struggled to crawl to the second floor. He knew that Pei Yuanchi's purpose was to invite the genius doctor from Sun Moon Valley to treat the emperor.

In fact, it is still believed that Ying'er deceived the emperor and let the people from Riyue Valley find the answers they wanted under the pretext of a physical examination.

The assassin had always been dismissive of this. It was ridiculous that the people in the palace could never see that it was Ying'er herself who was too beautiful and that was why the dog emperor spied on her. They would only shift the blame onto Ying'er.

If Ying'er was really such a scheming evil person, she would not have saved the useless him in the first place.

The assassin couldn't tell what kind of feelings he had for Ying'er. They were obviously the first two to know each other, but now Ying'er had joined the royal family. He felt disappointed, but also hoped that she could live a better life.

Therefore, when he saw that she had suffered a miscarriage, her body was ruined, and she was crying for help, he did not hesitate to intervene in the affairs of the court and made an exception to take on the task of assassinating the prince.

They were the ones who framed Ying'er first. They knew that the child was conceived after many years of anticipation, but they still couldn't protect her.

It seems that the prince has no courage to tolerate others. If Ying'er does not resist, she will die.

Poor Ying'er still holds a kind heart. She feels guilty for her resistance and can't bear to take action. If she can't bear it, then he will fight for a way out for Ying'er!

But in his current situation, he can only ask for help from the enemy in front of him.

It is said that doctors treat everyone equally. He is a patient, and no matter what his identity is, the doctor will not ignore him.

Thinking of this, he squirmed even harder, and because of this glimmer of hope, he could even ignore the sharp pain.

Ying'er...if she doesn't die this time...

The commotion was so loud, especially since it came from his eldest and second disciples, it was hard for He Qingyu not to pay attention.

He Qingyu used the moonlight to see the suspicious traces along the way, and finally his sight returned to the end point of the suspicious traces. He paused for three seconds, as if he had seen something inhumane, and his eyes were so stinging that he took a breath.

Surprised, he asked, "Help?"

The assassin saw his reaction clearly and said in a taut voice: "I have money... Save, save me..." In consideration of this time, I will show mercy and spare your lives when he recovers and completes the task of assassinating the prince.

But those two perverts will definitely return double the humiliation he suffered today!

The assassin didn't react at all at this moment. The black cloth on his face had already fallen off while he was flying in the air. He was thinking about something and couldn't control his facial expression well. He looked like a mutant.

He Qingyu lowered his eyes, looked at the chaotic emotions flashing across his face, and sighed slightly: "You, you, why did you wait until now to come?"

Anything that takes the form of overtime is considered to touch Master He's reverse scale.

What's more, you wanted to hurt his disciple, and then you even had the guts to show off in front of him. Are you sick?

The assassin was shocked: "I... am I hopeless?"

Could it be that they were so mean as to smear poison on the blade? He wanted to be famous all his life, but in the end, he failed because of the injury to his buttocks caused by someone's mean means!

No! As the top killer in Wuying Pavilion, he must not die for such an unspeakable reason!!!

With a face full of sorrow, he held the knife in his hand to his neck, a tear of regret and sorrow slipped from the corner of his eye: Ying'er... I may have made a mistake, and I can no longer protect you for the rest of your life...