Destroyed outside, gold and jade inside

Chapter 150 Can't Love, Just Hate

Fang Yan's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes that looked down at her gradually lost their warmth.The hand on her shoulder slowly tightened.

Finally, he turned cold and said, "You must go now, can't you wait for a while?"

Shen Xinniang looked up at him, "Yes."

"Shen Xin, tell me," Fang Yan's body was full of cold air, like nine cold days, "in your heart, what am I?"

Shen Xinniang looked at him silently and didn't speak for a while.

"Is it something you throw away when you're done using it?" Fang Yan asked with a sneer.

Shen Xinniang frowned slightly, but said nothing, "I know, you care about me, tolerate me, tolerate me, respect me...you are very good to me, do your best. Never force me, when I am not prepared When you are good, you would rather wrong yourself. Even if I plot against you, you will happily accept it."

Fang Yan looked down at her.

"But I can't give you an answer right now." Shen Xinniang said, "Sorry."

Fang Yan chuckled, but the walnut in his hand cracked and shattered.He would never lose control of his strength, but now he lost his composure, with a pale and bitter smile, "Shen Xin, I'm not as good as you said, I also have selfishness, and my tolerance has a limit!"

Shen Xinniang felt a slight pain in her shoulder, the hand he put on her shoulder was too tight, and the slender fingers were too strong.She held back and said nothing.

"The result I want is not sorry." Fang Yan dropped the walnut crumbs in his hand, and suddenly leaned over to hug her, "I want to leave after teasing her? Do I agree?"

He turned and walked inside.

What happened that night seems to be still vivid in my mind, and the air seems to still be filled with the taste of that night's joyful love.

"Let go of me." He put Shen Xinniang on the bed and pressed her hard.

"Don't let go." He stretched out his hand and pulled the jade belt around her waist, "I don't want to bear it now."

"Can I stay in this way?" Shen Xinniang raised her eyes to look at him, and in her dark eyes was the reflection of his pain.

"If the result of forbearance is to keep you away from me again and again, and put you in danger," Fang Yan said coldly, "I can only keep you in my own way."

He was not gentle at all, far less delicate and emotional than that night.

Shen Xinniang didn't seem to be unresponsive as usual, she struggled and resisted with all her strength, even using the sword in the sleeve he gave her.

It's just that the difference in strength between the two is too great, he can dissolve all her resistance with one free hand.

He grabbed her two wrists with one hand and pressed her wrists against the pillow.The other hand supported her white jade leg and placed it around his waist.

All her obscene clothes were torn apart by him with one hand.

Broken pieces of cloth fell on the bed and the ground in a mess.

"Fang Yan, I will hate you." Shen Xinniang said struggling.

But he didn't stop turning around, "If you can't love, then hate."

tearing pain.It hurts more than that night.

Shen Xinniang found that she couldn't laugh, and she couldn't cry either.

Although the pain in the body made the eye sockets sore, no tears came down.

Suddenly there was a bang in my head, like a firecracker exploded in my head, like a raging flood bursting out of a bank, like a caged beast leaping out of a cage...

Fang Yan, who frowned and moved fiercely, only found that her body softened, and she gave up all resistance and lay on the bed blankly.

The blackness in the pupils was like mist, swirling and slowly gathering towards the middle.

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"What are you doing?!" The little girl shouted loudly while hugging a fat rabbit.

A group of little boys turned their heads and were about to tell her not to mind her own business, but they saw that her clothes were only worn by inner disciples, and that they could only be worn by disciples handed down by the head of the sect, so they immediately dispersed.

The half-grown boy on the ground, whose face was covered with blood, struggled to sit up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and bared his teeth at her.

"What's your name?" The little girl stepped forward and asked with her head bowed.

"Fang Yan." The little boy wiped the blood from his lips and said in a muffled voice.

"Why are they bullying you?" the little girl asked again.

"What's none of your business?!" The little boy struggled to get up from the ground, and limped forward.

The little girl hugged the fat rabbit and chased him, "I saved you, shouldn't you thank me?"

"I didn't ask you!" The little boy said in a harsh tone.

"Even if you didn't ask, I still saved you!" The little girl said with a smile, "You can't deny the fact!"

The boy frowned, "Because I was brought back by the head, but I don't have spiritual roots. The head takes good care of me, they are jealous and can't understand it."

"Oh, you are all outer disciples?" the little girl asked.

The boy looked at her, "So, you are an inner disciple?"

The little girl nodded proudly.

The boy snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and pushed her, "Then why don't you hide away?!"

As if on purpose, with his dirty hands, he pushed out a big black handprint on her clean white clothes.

"Why are you so fierce? Is this how outer disciples treat their benefactors?" The little girl snorted angrily, "No wonder the senior sisters and brothers all said that outer disciples are unreasonable! It really is!"

"Then get out!" the boy almost shouted.

But the little girl didn't back down, put down the fat rabbit she was holding in her arms, took out a mahogany sword from nowhere, and swung it at the boy.

The boy dodged and dodged, his leg was wounded, he staggered and fell to the ground, but he picked up a long and thin wooden stick from the ground, and using the stick as a sword, stabbed and slashed at the little girl.

Although his movements were a little slow due to the injuries on his body, his moves were quite fierce.

The little girl was forced back again and again by him, and suddenly she recited the mantra, and the mahogany sword flew out of her hand, hitting him hard on the head.

The boy bared his teeth in pain, and the wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground.

The little girl stretched out her hand to take back the mahogany sword, and looked at him with a cold snort, "Do you know how powerful it is?"

The little boy's complexion was worse than hers, and his cold snort was louder than hers.Turn around and leave.

"Hey, although you are an outer disciple, your swordsmanship is good. If you practice hard, you will definitely not be bullied again!" The little girl bent over to pick up the rabbit and said behind him.

The boy frowned slightly, but walked away without stopping.

When they met again, it was she who was returning from a mountain tour and passing by the place where the disciples of the outer sect practiced.

He was being beaten, his elbows and feet were propped on the ground, his body was suspended in the air, and the stick slightly thinner than his wrist fell on his back. The muffled sound of the stick was painful to hear.

"My teacher told you that when you practice martial arts, you need to have a stable foundation and a steady heart. What's the use of just learning to show off and show off for nothing? You think you are a disciple brought back by the head of the sect, just like an inner sect disciple. , can you learn the art of Taoist cultivation? Hmph!" His tall master landed on his back accurately and ruthlessly with one stick after another.

The little girl frowned tightly, but she knew that when the master taught the disciples, no one could step forward to stop her.

Only when he was beaten and huddled alone behind the old mulberry tree in the sky, did she sneak up on him, "Does it still hurt?"

He stared at her, "What are you doing here?"

There was disgust on his face, but there was some lightness in his tone.

The girl took out the white spring water she stole from the Yin Yang Spring from her bosom, "I have a secret medicine here, which can heal your wounds!"

"Who needs your medicine? Go away!" the boy frowns and drives away.

But the little girl blinked a pair of black and white, exceptionally pure big eyes, with her index finger on her lips, "Hush—be quiet, it's a good medicine, it won't hurt, I see you didn't cry or shout when you were beaten It hurts, maybe it’s because you’re afraid that it will hurt if you take the medicine?”

"It's not!" the man snorted.

"Then turn around," the little girl pushed his shoulder, and he gasped in pain, "Sorry, sorry, turn around, I'll give you medicine!"

"Need not……"

"Why mother-in-law?"

The youngest daughter couldn't help but lifted the little robe outside him, only to see that the top of his inner garment was already stained with blood.

She hissed, "It's all beaten up like this, and you don't even scream? Are you hardcore?"

The little boy didn't seem to feel any pain at the moment, but could only feel the burning eyes behind him, his face flushed like an autumn apple, "Don't you need to take medicine, why are you dawdling?"

The little girl had a distressed look on her face, "It is said that the master of the outer sect is ruthless, this time I have seen it, it is really ruthless!"

The little man lowered his eyes and said nothing.

She raised her hand and twisted away the small medicine bottle she carried on her body, and slowly poured the white spring water on the open wound on his back where he had been beaten.

"Hiss—" the little boy took a breath.

"Does it hurt?" The girl's eyes widened in surprise.

The little man was silent for a moment, but shook his head, "It doesn't hurt at all, it's cool and itchy."

He couldn't see his back, but the girl could see clearly, the wound on the back that was ripped apart was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The little girl pursed her lips and smiled, "I told you it's a secret medicine, but you still don't believe it!"

Not long after, the boy couldn't help reaching out to touch his back, "It's so strange, I don't feel any pain at all, like..."

"Don't touch..." the girl's voice slowed down a step.

His fingers have been behind his back and touched his smooth back. The sticky blood seems to have not dried completely, but the wound on his back is completely untouchable. It really looks like healed skin, which has never been hurt. The skin that has been beaten is average.

He stared at the little girl with wide eyes, "You... what medicine did you give me?"

The little girl lowered her head and bit her index finger, "It's...it's the secret medicine of the inner disciples, it's not allowed to be passed on to the outside world, not to mention you, even your master doesn't have it, so..."

The little girl squatted down, moved closer to him, and whispered: "So, can you keep it a secret for me? Don't let anyone know!"

The boy stared at her with wide eyes, and then nodded slowly after a while.

(End of this chapter)