How can I be broken by the enemy in my previous life? [Rebirth]

Tang Jing felt a pain in his heart, and gently brushed Situ Qing's sweat-drenched long hair, and then carefully put Situ Qing on the bed to lie down.

Although Situ Qing was tortured very uncomfortable at this time, he was still sane. When he realized that he hadn't refused Tang Jing's hug just now, he turned his head away silently in embarrassment.

But Tang Jing was not thinking about these things at the moment.

He remembered the antidote that Chu Huaijing gave him just now.

Tang Jing reached into his bosom, touched the porcelain bottle that had been warmed by his own body temperature, and was about to take it out, but suddenly, he silently turned his head and took a look.

At this time, Situ Qing was lying on the bed with her eyes half closed, her black hair was loose, her expression was pale and fragile, as if it would break if touched, but Tang Jing knew that there was an extremely solid tenacity in Situ Qing's bones supporting him.

Even after taking the Sangong Pill, he only showed a little dependence in front of himself.

If he was given the antidote—

Just thinking about it, some kind of dark and obscure emotions grew wildly in Tang Jing's mind.

I want this person in front of me.

Want to keep him by my side.

Think of him as completely his own.

Relying on the crazy idea in his heart, Tang Jing made a bold decision for the first time.

He calmly withdrew his hand holding the porcelain bottle, then lowered his head, and when Situ Qing was unprepared, he quickly touched several acupuncture points on Situ Qing's body.

Situ Qing had actually been quietly listening to Tang Jing's movements, but at this moment he suddenly opened his eyes, and then he saw Tang Jing took out a snow-white handkerchief, bent down, and began to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead. Wipe it off carefully.

What Situ Qing was most afraid of in his life was this kind of tenderness that was deeply attached to his bones. His lips trembled, but he found that he could not speak, and finally closed his eyes in pain.

Seeing the expression that Situ Qing showed when he closed his eyes, Tang Jing's eyes darkened, but then he recovered his indifferent expression. He folded the handkerchief slowly, and put it in his arms with great care. .

Then Tang Jing looked back, silently looked at Situ Qing's closed eyelashes trembling slightly but still pretending to be calm for a while, and suddenly smiled.

"Master."

Tang Jing leaned down slowly, stretched out his hand to caress Situ Qing's eyebrows and eyes tenderly, and spit out all the warm breath on the skin of Situ Qing's face.

He could feel Situ Qing's tension.

From body to heart.

So Tang Jing stopped, and he just quietly looked at the handsome face in front of him like an ink painting.

After a long time, Tang Jing sighed slightly, and said softly: "I'm leaving, you can rest."

After saying this, Tang Jing withdrew his hand, got up silently, turned his head and left the room.

When Situ Qing heard the soft sound of the door being closed, he even thought he was hallucinating.

Tang Jing gave up just like that.

Just now, Situ Qing's heart was full of ups and downs and extremely tormented. At a certain moment, he even thought about biting his tongue and killing himself.

But when Tang Jing's callused and slightly cold fingers left, Situ Qing's heart actually trembled.

There is also the sentence "I'm leaving, you rest" that is seven points lonely and three points helpless.

Situ Qing couldn't help but realize that Tang Jing didn't call him 'Master' anymore.

To others, 'religious master' is a lofty and majestic word, but when it comes to Tang Jing, there is a bit of intimacy and cautiousness for no reason.

——Master, you are so beautiful.

——The leader is safe and sound.

——I admire the leader very much and want to get close to the leader.

——Master, you are so fragrant...

That lazy, smiling but very sunny and lively tone is an existence that Situ Qing subconsciously rejects but yearns for.

After all, he himself has been a shady person since he was born.

Can't see the light...

Situ Qing suddenly woke up with a start, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Yes, his fate in this life has already been written on paper and cannot be changed. Whether he is the leader or not, some things are already doomed.

In his previous life, Situ Qing acted recklessly and snatched anything he liked when he encountered it. It was because his fate was fixed, and it would be a waste not to squander it.

In this life, Situ Qing originally wanted to live a more reckless life, but he suddenly discovered that some feelings seemed not suitable for squandering...

Just like...

Well.

Situ Qing gritted her teeth violently, another medicinal effect of San Gong Pill surged up again, this time more violently and suddenly than before, Situ Qing felt as if she was being put on the fire to be skinned and boned, Then plunged into the cold ice water all at once.

After repeating this several times, Situ Qing lost the strength to clench his teeth. In the end, he opened his eyes silently, his face was as pale as paper, all the broken hair on his forehead was wet with cold sweat, and he was lifeless.

Situ Qing just stared at the crumbling ceiling above his head with dazed pupils. Before losing consciousness at the last second, a thought came to his mind.

If only that person was there...

·

Tang Jing regretted it the second he left the bedroom and closed the door, but he was afraid that if he continued, something would really get out of control.

Lowering his head, Tang Jing silently took out the antidote from the bottle of Sangong Pills from his bosom. He shook the porcelain bottle and heard the sound of ding ding dong dong inside. The scarlet stopper on the porcelain vase.

Through the light, Tang Jing could see that there were more than a dozen pills inside.

One antidote to one Sangong pill, did Chu Huaijing give him so many antidote because he trusted him too much or...

Holding the porcelain bottle and pondering silently for a moment, Tang Jing did one thing.

He took out a charcoal pencil and a strip of cloth from his sleeves, wrote a few words, and then called the pigeons specially used by the Tang Sect to deliver secret letters, and sent the letter out.

After finishing this matter, Tang Jing smiled silently, stood there for a while, turned and left.

·

dungeon

Although it was summer, there were several extremely hot braziers in the cells where the felons were held. The jailers guarding the cells were so hot that their chests were exposed, and they complained about the drudgery while drinking water and fanning themselves.

In the middle of the prison cell, Zhuo Yun was hung up by his wrists bound by thick and long iron chains, his toes were slightly touched but could not be fully stepped on, so that he was in an extremely uncomfortable state of not being able to get up or down.

Moreover, Zhuo Yun hadn't touched a drop of water for five full hours.

At this moment, his lips were extremely chapped, his face was pale, the clothes on his body were sweaty and dried, his wrists had long been drawn with deep purple bruises by the iron chain, and he was on the verge of collapse at any time.

From the beginning to the end, Bai Yishui didn't torture Zhuo Yun, he just ordered Zhuo Yun to be hung here, and then set up a brazier for Zhuo Yun to drink.

At first, the jailers didn't take it seriously, they just thought that Bai Yishui was showing mercy to Zhuo Yun when he was young.

But when the jailers really stared at Zhuo Yun intently here, and had been roasting the brazier with Zhuo Yun for so long, they really realized Bai Yishui's cruelty.

The pain of dehydration, as well as the suffocating heat, are beyond the tolerance of ordinary people, especially Zhuo Yun being hung up like that.

But what surprised them even more was that even though Zhuo Yun bit his lip till it bled, he didn't ask them for mercy, and Zhuo Yun's current state was clearly about to pass out.

This caused headaches for the jailers. After all, what Bai Yishui wanted was information about Zhuo Yun, and they were not allowed to use lynching...

"Boss..." Finally a jailer couldn't help but said, "Should we inform Master Bai, this kid looks like he's going to die."

The fat and strong man who looked like the head of the jailer heard this, frowned and thought for a moment, nodded, and was about to get up.

And at this moment, by coincidence, there was a high-pitched communication from the gatekeeper outside the door.

"The white guard has arrived—"

The jailers were all refreshed when they heard the words, they got up and hurriedly responded.

At the same time, Zhuo Yun, who was already on the verge of collapse in the prison, suddenly woke up when he heard the sound of transmission, and then he bit his lower lip fiercely, until the blood was dripping from the bite, and he finally regained consciousness a little.

He will never show weakness in front of that beast in clothes!

Bai Yishui seemed to have gone on business somewhere. Apart from the vermilion official uniform, he also wore a black cloak and a high crown, making him look more stern and majestic.

And from the moment Bai Yishui walked into the cell, Zhuo Yun had been staring at him with vicious and resentful eyes. If eyes could kill people, then Bai Yishui would have died ten thousand times already.

Bai Yishui didn't say a word, and was surrounded by the jailers and quickly walked into the cell. When he was a few steps away from Zhuo Yun, Bai Yishui stopped, took off the cloak tie on his body, and threw it aside the jailer, and raised his hand slightly.

Soon, the jailers lowered their heads and retreated quickly.

At this time, the cell was extremely silent, only the sound of the brazier beeping and Zhuo Yun's slightly heavy breathing could be heard.

Looking at Zhuo Yun's eyes, Bai Yishui raised his eyebrows slightly, and said calmly: "It seems that you are still very energetic."

What answered him was Zhuo Yun's cold snort.

Bai Yishui's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly he smiled lightly and said, "I personally fed the Sangong Pills to your leader."

Before Bai Yishui finished his sentence, he heard a bang, Zhuo Yun frantically struggled with the chain, his eyes shot at the tall man in front of him like a poisoned arrow, but his expression was extremely cold.

Bai Yishui was very satisfied with Zhuo Yun's reaction, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and walked up slowly.

Then, looking at Zhuo Yun who subconsciously retreated vigilantly, Bai Yishui smiled slightly, and then easily raised his hand to pinch Zhuo Yun's chin, forcing Zhuo Yun to look into his eyes.

"Don't challenge me—"

"Master Bai! There is an emergency report—"

Bai Yishui's words were interrupted by the guard who barged in. His face was slightly displeased, but he quickly let go of Zhuo Yun's jaw.

Then Bai Yishui turned around, looked at the guard kneeling on one knee in front of him with his hands behind his back, and said coldly, "What's the matter of panic?"

The guard raised his hands, held a small bamboo cylinder in his hand, offered it to Bai Yishui, and said in a low voice: "This is what the prince passed to Tangmen and we intercepted it."