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

Bai Yishui chuckled, and was about to speak again.But at this moment, Zhuo Yun made a sudden move, knocking him unconscious with a single palm.

Before Bai Yishui could speak, he fell down without a sound.

Looking at Bai Yishui who was lying on the ground and fell asleep, Zhuo Yun felt a little complicated.

But he really didn't want to suffer from Bai Yishui again, so he had no choice but to do so.

At this moment, it was just dawn, Zhuo Yun walked to the grass just now, picked up the bag that Bai Yishui had thrown on the ground, and dumped all the contents on the ground with a clatter.

Sure enough, Bai Yishui was right, there were three 500 taels of silver bills inside, as well as some scraps of gold and silver and ingots.

Zhuo Yun picked up all these things, and while picking them up, he was secretly puzzled. Although Bai Yishui was the head of the guards, his salary was only that little, so these should be all his belongings.

Then why did Bai Yishui do that just now?

After thinking for a while, Zhuo Yun couldn't figure it out. Finally, he shook his head, put away the bag, and carried Bai Yishui to the nearby village.

After buying a carriage and dry food, Zhuo Yun put the unconscious Bai Yishui in the carriage, disguised himself and drove the carriage into the capital.

But what Zhuo Yun didn't know was that the proprietress who sold his carriage was shocked when she saw the official seal on the silver ingot he gave her, and when she returned to her room, she notified the man to report to the official.

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Tang Jing pressed his head firmly against the corner of the wall, and pressed his hands tightly against the wall, with blood stains on his fingernails.

His face was flushed, large drops of sweat kept falling from his forehead, his hair was already wet, and his clothes were a little messed up.

Situ Qing could still try to sit there and hold on, but his clenched teeth, abnormal face and slightly trembling body also showed that the overbearing medicinal properties were indeed unbearable for ordinary people.

If he was alone, that would be fine, but the prison was extremely quiet, Tang Jing's struggling sounds and forbearance of heavy breathing penetrated into Situ Qing's ears from time to time, making him feel distracted, and his clenched hands involuntarily loosened. Loose and loose.

And the more it was at such a time, the more Tang Jing felt that the space was too small. He couldn't help but want to reach down several times, but when he thought of the people behind him, he clenched his fists fiercely. slammed into the wall.

Hearing the dull sound of hitting the wall, Situ Qing's body subconsciously trembled, and she was about to lose her composure if she couldn't hold on.

But at this moment, Tang Jing suddenly stood up, rushed to the prison door, grabbed the fence, and shouted with all his strength while knocking on the door: "Come on! Come on!!"

Tang Jing's slightly hoarse shouts echoed in the sky prison, but what responded to him was silence. Instead, Situ Qing was startled by Tang Jing's shouts, and regained consciousness a little.

After a long while, Tang Jing's call received no response, and the palms of his grip on the railing were already sweating, trembling, and he could hardly hold the railing.

"Stop shouting, it's useless." Situ Qing leaned against the wall and whispered.

Tang Jing breathed out a fiery breath, and punched the fence, but it was all made of iron, and apart from the useless tremors, the fence didn't seem to be loose at all.

Finally Tang Jing lowered his head, stretched out a pair of arms, and hugged the fence tightly. The cold temperature of the pig iron made him a little awake, and the pain from the fence on his arms could also distract him a little.

Just like that, I don't know how long it took, when Tang Jing's brain was almost burnt into a ball of paste, almost on the verge of collapse, there was a soft metal sound behind him.

It was the sound of blades scraping against the scabbard.

Tang Jing was very familiar with this voice—it was his black iron dagger.

Tang Jing turned his head abruptly, and then he saw Situ Qing calmly raised the gleaming dagger, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to strike at his arm.

In the next second, Tang Jing rushed over, raised his hand and knocked down the dagger in Situ Qing's hand, and then kicked the dagger ruthlessly to the opposite corner.

Only then did Tang Jing turn his head and look at Situ Qing in disbelief.

But just when Tang Jing looked at Si Tuqing in a daze, with shocked eyes, and his sweaty face, he suddenly froze.

All the words that he wanted to persuade Situ Qing not to commit suicide and give up casually were completely forgotten by him.

At this moment, Tang Jing couldn't bear it anymore, with a bang in his head, he stretched out his hand and pushed Situ Qing, who still didn't understand the situation, to the wall, and then kissed those rare slightly water-colored lips fiercely.

Seeing Tang Jing's obsessed and crazy eyes, Situ Qing felt something was wrong, but now he had no internal strength and could not resist, so he could only let Tang Jing push him hard against the wall.

The fiery and ambiguous kiss completely disturbed the two of them. Tang Jing's nose was filled with that refreshing and cold breath, but what Situ Qing smelled was boundless burning and lust.

The arrow is on the string, ready to go.

But just when Tang Jing's other hand slowly touched Situ Qing's waist and climbed up, Situ Qing was shocked suddenly and suddenly became a little awake.

The smell of blood spread instantly.

Situ Qing didn't show any mercy. Tang Jing only felt a sharp pain on the tip of his tongue and between his lips. After two seconds of waking up, he realized what he had done.

Taking advantage of Tang Jing's time, Situ Qing suddenly pushed Tang Jing away, then flew two steps to the other side of the dungeon, picked up the dagger that had just dropped, and pressed Clenched tightly in his hand.

Tang Jing finally came back to his senses, he was still not too clear-headed, but he didn't completely lose his mind like before.

He pursed his lips, and the smell of blood spread, but there was also an inexplicable sweetness mixed with the bloody smell, and it was this sweetness that drove Tang Jing almost mad.

Although Situ Qing held the dagger in his hand, he couldn't tell whether Tang Jing could still control himself, and he... didn't want to die either.

Just now, Situ Qing just wanted to cut a few wounds with a dagger to wake himself up, but he didn't expect such a big reaction from Tang Jing.

But the current Tang Jing is like a landmine with sparks, unstable and ready to explode at any time.

Tang Jing wiped the corner of his mouth, turned around silently, and then he saw Situ Qing who was lying across the dagger on his chest.

Situ Qing's white clothes were already wrinkled, her black hair was messed up, there was still some sparkling water in her eyes, and an ambiguous flush was still on her handsome face.

And the smear of blood between the lips, in Tang Jing's eyes, was undoubtedly a little more provocative.

This kind of Situ Qing, any man who sees it, wants to push him to the ground and crush him hard, completely conquering him.

But the impact these had on Tang Jing was no match for Situ Qing's vigilance, hidden anger and unyielding eyes, those pupils were so dark, so bright, and so cold.

Tang Jing was stunned for two seconds, he smiled slightly, his heartbeat became faster and faster, and the burning feeling on his body became stronger, but he became more and more calm.

Tang Jing's calm appearance made Situ Qing slightly startled. He didn't know what Tang Jing was thinking, but in the next second, Situ Qing's heart sank.

Because of Tang Jing, he walked towards this side step by step, a little staggering, but extremely firm.

Situ Qing backed away step by step involuntarily, because Tang Jing's calm eyes made him feel an invisible pressure.

It made him feel—like a prey waiting to be hunted.

But when Situ Qing had no way to retreat, and Tang Jing was only one step away from him, Tang Jing suddenly stopped, then he sighed slightly, and changed into a somewhat helpless expression.

In the end, he stretched out his hand to Situ Qing, smiled and said softly, "Master, give me the dagger."

Situ Qing's palms were sweating coldly, but his body was scorching hot. His slightly trembling hands could hardly hold the dagger, but his eyes were extremely determined. Facing Tang Jing's request, he did not respond to anything.

No, nothing can be promised.

At this moment, Tang Jing made a move.

He didn't snatch the dagger, but snapped at Situ Qing's big holes that controlled his movements.

At this moment, Situ Qing's heart sank to the bottom.

Sure enough...it can't be avoided...

Just when Situ Qing was about to put all his eggs in one basket and break through all the muscles in his body, the dagger in his palm was gently pulled away.

Then he heard Tang Jing's low, hoarse sound.

"Don't be afraid."

Then there was silence.

Tang Jing held the dagger and stood opposite Situ Qing. He just put the dagger on his wrist, frowned, and cut very carefully. Blood flowed down drop by drop, but not fast.

Looking at this weird scene, Situ Qing felt that something was stuck in his throat, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and at this moment, the surging medicinal properties made him unable to ignore this emotion.

But he was completely speechless.

Ding dong, Tang Jing took a slight breath, and threw the dagger to the ground beside him, the blood on his wrist continued to flow slowly.

Then, Tang Jing sat down cross-legged, and then he touched a few acupuncture points on his body.

He did it for a reason.

Because Tang Jing's own acupuncture technique can be unlocked by himself, it is useless to do it by himself, but once the artery is cut open a little, Tang Jing's method of punching acupuncture points cannot be used for his own sake, and if he is not careful, he will be injured. A blood vessel bursts and dies.

The several acupoints I pressed also had the effect of slowing the blood flow, so that Tang Jing would not bleed to death before the blood coagulated on its own, and the loss of blood would also temporarily slow down the effect of the x-ray medicine.

In Tang Jing's opinion, this was the only method with the least risk. When he tapped Situ Qing's acupoints, he was afraid that Situ Qing would stop him, or be confused by the medicine.

But Situ Qing didn't know the inside story.

Situ Qing could only see Tang Jing sitting there cross-legged, eyes closed, acupuncture points being touched, and the blood on his wrist was still dripping down.

It's like committing suicide.

As if thinking of something, Tang Jing meditated for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes, and then smiled at Situ Qing with a pale face: "Don't worry, I have my own measure, I won't die."