Xie Shizi's shameless daily life

The door was pushed open forcefully from the outside.

The man looked back in surprise.

Xie Jin stood at the door with a cold look on his face. He looked around the room and when he saw the person on the bed, his gaze fixed on him and his muscles tensed instantly.

Xie Jin looked at her expressionlessly for a while, then shifted his gaze to the man on Zhao Shu's body. It was as if he was looking at a dead person.

The man shuddered violently, and when he came to his senses, he seemed to be angry at his fear just now. He stood up from Zhao Shu and pointed at Xie Jin and shouted: "Who are you?"

"Hehe" Xie Jin chuckled and walked towards the man.

The man was frightened by Xie Jin's chuckle and took a step back, accidentally falling down on the edge of the bed.

Xie Jin's dark eyes suddenly shrank, and his gaze was fixed on the man's buttocks. The man jumped up when he was looked at by Xie Jin, and he quickly looked around with the corner of his eyes, then raised his foot and ran towards the screen.

After the man's buttocks left, a slightly red jade hand was revealed.

Xie Jin came to the bed, reached out to take off his outer robe, lowered his head and bent over. This posture made all the marks on Zhao Shu's body visible to Xie Jin.

Xie Jin closed his eyes tightly, then opened them again. He stretched out his hands to pull Zhao Shu against him and covered her with his outer robe.

Xie Jin carefully gathered Zhao Shu's outer robe. Zhao Shu opened her eyes dazedly. Xie Jin rested his forehead on hers and whispered, "It's me, don't be afraid!"

Perhaps it was because she heard a familiar voice or smelled a familiar scent, the fear in Zhao Shu's eyes disappeared a little, and then she closed her eyes with peace of mind.

Xie Jin understood the emotions in Zhao Shu's eyes. His throat felt sour. He then moved his forehead away and gently pressed his dry lips on Zhao Shu's forehead.

The sound of a knife being drawn came from the right rear. The man held the knife and looked at Xie Jin fearfully, asking loudly, "Who are you?"

Xie Jin ignored her and carefully placed Zhao Shu on the bed. He then squatted beside the bed and gently rubbed her slightly red hands, with such force that it was as if the person in his hands was a fragile doll.

The man was ignored and immediately became angry and chopped at Xie Jin with a knife.

Xie Jin saw a flash of a knife in his peripheral vision, and he stood up suddenly, and kicked the man hard in the chest.

The man was kicked and flew backwards, falling to the ground. Blood spurted out of his mouth instantly. He collapsed on the ground, trying to get up with his hands, but fell back again.

Looking at the man's miserable appearance, it was obvious that Xie Jin had used all his strength in that kick, and it was as if he was kicking the man to death!

Xie Jin walked towards the man on the ground step by step, staring at the man lying on the ground with his black eyes, put his foot on the back of the man's hand, then squatted down, gathered his strength and stomped down hard.

The sound of "crackling" as finger bones broke one by one rang in my ears.

It is often said that the fingers are connected to the heart. Just as the man was about to howl in pain, Xie Jin pinched his chin with his hands. With a force of five fingers, the man's jaw was dislocated instantly, and his howling was silenced.

Xie Jin stood up and increased the force of his feet. The man was sweating all over from the pain. His mouth was wide open, and one could clearly see his tongue constantly retracting.

After Xie Jin broke all the fingers on the man's hand, she pressed her foot on his other hand and broke them one by one in the same way.

The man was twitching in pain, but Xie Jin had no intention of letting him go. He drew out the sword, threw the scabbard on the table beside him, put his foot on the man's back, and squatted down holding the hilt of the sword.

He touched the man's face with the back of the sword. The man saw the cold light of the blade and shrank his face to the side. Then, he twisted his whole body vigorously.

Xie Jin exerted force with his feet, and the sword moved along the man's face to the corner of his eye. Xie Jin slightly raised the sword, exerted force with his arm, and the tip of the sword pierced into the man's eye.

The man's two eyeballs rolled to the side, and blood oozed out of the holes where the eyeballs were missing.

Xie Jin let him go, and the man rolled on the ground in pain.

Xie Jin stood aside, watching quietly. After the man's tumbling movements slowed down, he picked up his sword and walked over.

Xie Jin stepped on the side of the man's face and reached his hand into the man's mouth without any expression. In less than a moment, the man's tongue was pulled out by him. He raised his sword and the bloody tongue left his mouth.

Xie Jin didn't give him a chance to roll over again. He aimed at the man's tendons and neatly cut all the tendons in both of his hands.

Blood spread around the man and the room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Xie Jin slowly wiped the blood off the back of her hand with a white handkerchief. When the back of her hand turned slightly red from being rubbed, she threw it away. The white handkerchief slowly fell and covered the face of the man on the ground.

Xie Jin turned and walked to the bedside, looked down at the tranquil little face, and the gloom on his face was gradually replaced by softness.

He bent down, gently put his right hand around the back of Zhao Shu's neck, and put his left hand through her knees to pick her up.

He walked to the door, paused slightly, and tilted his head slightly: "Follow me."

Mianru, who was standing in the corner, was stunned at first, then she reacted and hurriedly followed.

Xie Jin came to an empty courtyard and fired a whistling arrow, the sound of which filled the air.

After a while, the sound of swords colliding and sharp weapons cutting flesh gradually sounded.

After the roars and painful wails of the other men died down, Xie Jin carried Zhao Shu and walked out.

Xie Jin stepped around the corpse and Xie Er came to Xie Jin: "Prince!"

Xie Jin ordered calmly: "There are still some women imprisoned in the courtyard, go and release them."

"Yes." Xie Er clasped his fists and then led a group of men in black to the yard.

Xie Jin looked down at the girl in his arms. He could obviously bring Xie Er and the others in to fight, but he didn't, because he didn't dare. He didn't dare to gamble with her!
Xie Jin carried Zhao Shu into the carriage and never let go of her hand the whole time.

In the carriage, Xie Jin sat near the door, Zhao Shu rested her head on his legs, and a thick and soft white blanket was spread under them. Soon, the carriage stopped in front of an inn, and Xie Jin carried Zhao Shu out of the carriage. The waiter who had been waiting at the door for a long time came to greet them and led them to the room that had been prepared long ago.

Xie Jin put Zhao Shu on the bed and turned to glance at Mian Ru who was standing at the door.

Mianru pursed her lips and glanced at Zhao Shu lying on the bed, then glanced at Xie Jin who had taken good care of Zhao Shu from beginning to end, then lowered her eyes and walked out.

The sound of the door closing was heard. Xie Jin sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand to stroke the hair on Zhao Shu's cheek, and then just looked at her quietly.

The doctor came very quickly. Actually, it was not because he came quickly, but because he had just returned from his last patient. Before he even set foot into the house, he was pulled in by an inexplicable man.

Fortunately, the man apologized to him and explained his purpose on the way, otherwise after he cured the patient, he would have to go to the government to sue him!
The doctor put Zhao Shu's hand back into the quilt, stood up and wrote a prescription: "This girl is fine, she just fainted due to a hit on the back of her head and excessive shock."

The doctor handed the prescription to Xie Jin: "Please prescribe the medicine according to the instructions. In two days, this girl will be lively and energetic."

Xie Jin handed the prescription to Xie Er: "Doctor, why is she still not awake?"

The doctor glanced at Xie Jin and said, "Don't worry, he will wake up in a while."

The doctor carried the medicine box on his back, and Xie Er put the prescription in his arms and saw the doctor off.

Not long after the doctor left, Zhao Shu woke up on the bed. Xie Jin immediately stepped forward, supported her shoulders and let her lean against the head of the bed.

Zhao Shu was confused for a moment when she looked at the man in front of her. Xie Jin frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xie Jin's voice brought Zhao Shu back to her senses. She turned her head and looked around. After making sure that this was a completely unfamiliar environment, she asked, "Where's Mianru?"

"In the room downstairs." Xie Jin lowered his voice, as if afraid of startling her.

Zhao Shu nodded, and silence fell between them.

After a while, Zhao Shu spoke again: "My grandmother doesn't know about me, right?"

"I have instructed your maid, she knows what to say." Xie Jin's voice was gentle.

Zhao Shu nodded again: "That's good."

Looking at Zhao Shu, who had been calm since she woke up, Xie Jin's eyes were filled with mixed emotions. He wanted to say something, but in the end he only said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to go out for a while, you should have a good rest first."

Xie Jin opened the door, and a faint voice came from behind him: "Thank you." Zhao Shu was sincerely grateful to Xie Jin. If it weren't for him, she might have looked at his back with a sincere face: "Thank you, cousin Jin."

Xie Jin responded softly: "Yeah."

The door was closed and Zhao Shu was the only one left in the room. She lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes.

Zhao Shu pulled the quilt over her head, and a faint sob came from under the quilt. She bit her lower lip tightly, unable to hold back her emotions any longer, and her crying gradually became louder.

She was unarmed, but she mustered up all her courage to take a gamble. She would be afraid of what she was afraid of!

Xie Jin stood outside the door listening to the crying sounds from inside the house. Her eyes gradually turned red, and then she closed them tightly. When she opened them again, the red in her eyes had faded away. She turned her head to look out the window at the side, her eyes lifeless, and she just kept staring like that.

During this time, Xie Er came over to deliver the boiled medicine. He vaguely heard some noise coming from the inner room, but he didn't dare to look up. After delivering the medicine, he immediately retreated.

The medicine changed from hot to cold and then from cold to hot in Xie Jin's hands. After repeating this four or five times, the noise in the room gradually died down.

Xie Jin held the reheated medicine and stood quietly outside the house for a while before raising her hand to knock on the door.

"Dong dong."

Zhao Shu sniffed and said, "Come in."

Xie Jin came in with the medicine: "The medicine has just been boiled, drink it while it's hot."

Zhao Shu reached out to take it, scooped a mouthful into her mouth with the spoon, and her facial features immediately wrinkled, but she couldn't spit it out, so she could only swallow it hard.

Zhao Shu looked at the dark medicine with a look of struggle on her face. Xie Jin saw this scene and a hint of smile appeared in his eyes.

Zhao Shu brought the bowl to her mouth, closed her eyes, and drank all the medicine in one go.

When the bowl of medicine was finished, Zhao Shu's brows furrowed. She looked towards the table and saw a pot of tea. She was delighted and just as she was about to stand up, something was fed into her mouth.

Zhao Shu looked at Xie Jin blankly, smacking her lips twice, very sweet!

The bitterness in her mouth was diluted a little by the honey. Zhao Shu stared at the bedding without moving, while Xie Jin looked at her with a smile.

The depressing atmosphere was somewhat broken up by this little episode, but there was also a hint of an indescribable feeling in the air.

(End of this chapter)