blood fox

Chapter 41 I'm So Painful

When I saw the injury on Qin Yangyu's back, I felt that my back was getting colder. I slowly closed my eyes, and said with a sneer, "You must have been whipped again last night."

No wonder I was playing with my phone all night, I went there for so long and didn't come until morning.

Afterwards, I felt a smell of strawberries rushed to my face, Qin Yangyu snorted coldly at me in a tone almost like crushing candy: "Then be honest, don't let me suffer from this futility."

I opened my eyes and looked at him, and in his eyes again, I saw the fierceness when I was trapped underground.

Daoist yang feathers are for the Golden Crow, they should be brightened...

Just as I was thinking, Qin Yangyu grabbed my shoulders and forcibly pulled me up: "I'm going to talk to Yang Hui's parents, just wait!"

As he said, he directly picked me up, put me on the wheelchair, put the black umbrella and the beef bone stick on my lap, and walked away.

When he opened the door, he seemed to be unable to vent his anger, so he kicked the door hard.

I held the beef bone stick and stroked the lines on it lightly, but felt the black umbrella move.

Then Ling Yuan came out by himself, and he stood beside me, looking me up and down.

He stretched out his white fingers like jade, and stroked my face lightly.

The corners of my eyes twitched in pain, and I ignored him.

This was scratched by Yang Hui's mother when she came to pull my collar. She didn't scratch my face deliberately, so there was no bleeding, but the oily skin was scratched.

"It's swollen." Ling Yuan followed the scratched mark with his finger, and wiped it one by one: "Is this how you came here all these years? Is this how you deal with these people? Just... Kneel down?"

When Ling Yuan said the last two words, his chest trembled and his throat seemed to be rumbling.

His fingers were cold, and he stroked the burning wound, which was considered analgesic.

I hummed lightly and had nothing to say.

It's okay for them to do this to me because I lost a loved one.

Ling Yuan was on the other side, laughing lowly, that ink-like face, with a sternness as if possessed by a demon.

There seemed to be black ink surging in those deep eyes, as if they would pounce on me at any moment and bite my throat: "Yun Miao, do you know who you are? You actually kneel down to others at will and allow them to abuse and beat you? Not just once, twice?"

"You are familiar with this, even Qin Yangyu knows what is behind you as soon as you kneel, and doesn't want to look at it? How many times have you kneeled? How many times have you been pulled by your hair, abused and beaten at will?" Ling Yuan's black The hair is like the thread of resentment that has been drawn out, and the roots are surging.

The sad face with the ink painting was instantly full of hostility.

I looked up at Ling Yuan, and said softly, "Then tell me, who is Yun Miao?"

Ling Yuan's black hair fell down in an instant, and he looked at me with disbelief on his face.

The look of pain still shrouded his face, and it didn't go away for a long time.

"Yun Miao..." He murmured the name, slowly approached me, and said in a low voice, "Do you hate me? Hate me for letting you live again? Hate me for 24 years, and never cared about it." you?"

I just glanced at his moon-white robe and didn't speak.

What is there to hate?

But there was a cool touch on the face, Ling Yuan's face was close to mine, rubbing against my face.

Then she moved back a little bit along the face, until it reached the base of my ear, and said softly: "I'm sorry. But you must live. Yun Miao, you must live well."

He said this very lightly, but it seemed extremely painful and unwilling.

"Yun Miao..." Ling Yuan's voice trembled, and he leaned against my face, slowly turning around.

Black hair slipped down and covered my eyes, Ling Yuan's slightly cool breath rushed over my face, becoming more and more anxious.

At this moment, the door was pushed open with a slam, hit the wall, and bounced a bit, rebounding heavily, and there was another "clang".

"Yun Miao!" Qin Yangyu stood at the door and shouted.

Ling Yuan, who was almost sticking to me, turned his head to take a look, then sneered, and retracted directly into the black umbrella.

I turned my head to look at Qin Yangyu, his face was darker than when he left just now.

But he still strode over, rolled up the half-opened black umbrella tightly, tied it up, and hung it behind the wheelchair: "Yang Hui's parents agreed to see you."

Followed by pushing the wheelchair out.

Holding the ox bone stick, I thought about Ling Yuan's words, and looked up at Qin Yangyu: "Do you know who Ling Yuan is? Didn't your senior brother want to visit him? Why didn't you come?"

Who is Yun Miao, I'm afraid Ling Yuan won't say it.

But knowing who Ling Yuan is, he can probably guess Yun Miao's identity.

When Qin Yangyu saw Ling Yuan for the first time, he just nodded and smiled politely.

But when he found my grandma's body, he mentioned that he wanted to meet "Ling Yuan Jun" with his senior brother.

What is a king?
Those who can add such a title after their names must have a lot of background.

"I don't know." Qin Yangyu just snorted sullenly, and said in a deep voice: "I will file a case against you, senior brother summoned me overnight, whipped me seven or four times, and went back overnight in anger No. Didn’t tell me who Ling Yuan is!”

As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed the wheelchair, leaned his head forward, stared at me quietly and said, "Yun Miao, you've seen my senior brother whip me, 49 [-] whips, the whip sees blood, it hurts me so much .”

I couldn't help but raised my eyes, and looked at Qin Yangyu, he really had a look of pain on his face.

But I remember that last time he was whipped, every time he was whipped, his senior brother asked him to recite something.

He can straighten his back, speak clearly and methodically, and recite it over and over again.

On the contrary, it was me, watching the white hemp stained with blood, watching him being beaten, crying so hard that I couldn't make a sound.

It was too young after all!

Why now, he was still acting like a normal person, now he just said "it hurts"?

Seeing doubts in my eyes, Qin Yangyu pursed his lips and sighed, pushing the wheelchair up.

With too much force and too much inertia, my back hit the wheelchair heavily.

Qin Yangyu flicked the hand pushing the wheelchair slightly, put his four fingers on my back, helped me stabilize my shoulders, and then said nothing more.

I don't know what Qin Yangyu and Yang Hui's parents said. When they saw me again, their emotions were much more stable.

Yang Hui's mother was still crying with her head down, but Yang Hui's father said to me: "Listen to this Taoist priest, you always dream about Yang Hui recently, you are afraid that she will not be at peace, and you want to do a seven-day dojo for her to save her. Do we want something?"

I didn't expect Qin Yangyu to even reveal his identity as the Taoist leader.

Qin Yangyu just winked at me, and then said what he needed.

Blood from fingertips, strands of hair, and one piece of their underwear.

Because Yang Hui's parents were in too much pain, they almost always took things according to what Qin Yangyu said.

The underclothes were just taken off my body and given to me.

Qin Yangyu has calmed down a lot in recent years, he took the things directly, invited them to watch the Taoist affairs together, and even said a lot of things I couldn't understand, Yang Hui's parents looked at Qin Yangyu's non-stop nodding, their faces were full of gratitude look.

Then he asked Qin Yangyu what he wanted to prepare, and Fu left in a hurry, saying that he had to buy things.

Only then did Qin Yangyu heave a sigh of relief, he turned his head to look at me and said, "Yang Hui's body must be burned as soon as possible, so the first seven were not resolved, and the second seven must be resolved."

Seeing that I was still looking at him, he said proudly, "Do you feel that I am very powerful?"

I nodded, he was still so confident.

"It was you who knelt down first and let them vent their anger. Then they gradually calmed down." Qin Yangyu sighed and put those things away.

Pushing me and walking outside: "It's almost time, go back to the hospital for an injection first. Treat your wounds, and then treat mine, and then I have to perform rituals to save Yang Hui in Sidong, and I have to ask my nephews to transfer me .”

But as soon as he finished speaking, the black umbrella tied up by him opened again.

Ling Yuan's faint voice came: "To do super-delivery rituals in Sidong, you must find someone from Xilin Temple."

I heard that Xilin Temple was inexplicably familiar, and it took me a while to remember that when I wanted to make offerings to the "Golden Buddha", I checked Xilin Temple.

After Ling Yuan finished speaking, Qin Yangyu actually nodded his head: "Yes, when Lingyun Community was built, Xilin Temple put in a lot of effort, so we really have to find them."

(End of this chapter)