My husband is a traitor

Chapter 375 Demons?relapse

"How is it?" When Rong Jue returned to the kitchen, Jiang Linlang was cooking, but it could be seen that the worry on her face was not really at ease enough to cook on her own.

Seeing the little woman who immediately threw the spatula to meet her, Rong Jue hurriedly supported her arm to prevent her from falling too fast, "What can I do, of course - there will be no return."

When he said this, a coquettish bloodthirsty flashed between his brows.

Jiang Linlang hadn't seen him show such an expression in front of her for a long time——enjoying killing, longing for destruction.Can't help holding his hand, "Let's eat first."

As he said that, he turned around and put the dishes in the pot on a plate, and Mo Han helped to serve the dishes together, and sent them to the room where the two of them rested.

At night, Jiang Linlang turned over lightly, a little tossing and turning, even though her movements were small, Rong Jue naturally felt it when she was sleeping in the same bed.

Opening his eyes, he stretched out his hand and gently patted her arm, his voice was a little clear, it could be seen that he was not asleep.

"The wound itches again?"

In the past few days, the injury on Jiang Linlang's back has improved. It's a little itchy, but she can't scratch it. It's been itchy occasionally in the past few nights, and she just tosses and turns like this.

Immediately, Jiang Linlang obediently remained still, and simply followed his words and replied, "En."

But she was lying with her back facing him, her eyes were extremely bright and clear.

She was uneasy, but she didn't know where to start, and she couldn't talk about it.

"Be good, bear with it, and go to sleep." Rong Jue said that she was really itchy and couldn't bear this torture for her, so he could only gently pat her shoulder and coax her softly.

Jiang Linlang's throat was slightly astringent, but she really closed her eyes. Under the gentle pat of the other party, sleepiness hit her heart, and she fell into a deep sleep.

After the person beside him breathed evenly and long, Rong Jue put down his hand, turned around slightly, lay flat, raised his hand, and stretched it out in front of his eyes, he looked at the lines on his palm, and suddenly clenched his hand, a bloody streak flashed across his eyes .

Gritting his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulged slightly, as if he was in pain because of his extreme patience.

After a while, he lifted a corner of the quilt and got off the bed lightly.

Glancing at Jiang Linlang, who was soundly asleep without any signs of waking up, she stepped on her shoes, her footsteps were so soft that she could not hear, pushed open the door, and walked out.

When the door closes, the footsteps go away.Jiang Linlang, who was sleeping soundly before, suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were calm and clear, without the slightest drowsiness.

Obviously just pretending to sleep.

Sitting up gently hugging the thin quilt, with her long hair hanging down her chest, Jiang Linlang lowered her eyelashes slightly, her eyes fell on the empty bed beside her, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

Rong Jue called An Qi, walked to the deck, stood with his hands behind his back, and whispered to the wind, "I seem to be out of control again."

He used "like", with a rare degree of uncertainty in his tone.

An Qi was woken up after a nap, she was a bit lazy at first, but when she heard this, her narrow and long eyes like a fox suddenly stared.

"What?" His voice changed, he walked quickly to Rong Jue's side, raised his hand and squeezed Rong Jue's wrist, checking his pulse.

"How could this be?" An Qi couldn't figure out anything, but he did feel the majestic and powerful inner breath rushing around.

His brows were raised high, and his expression was a little anxious, "The internal breath is very chaotic, but it's not to the point of becoming obsessed."

Just this made Rong Jue feel uneasy.

He looked at his hands, and what kept appearing in his mind were those corpses that had been torn apart by his internal force during the day, as well as the fearful and painful expressions of those killers before they died...

At that time, his heart was full of joy and torture... When he recalled the incident, he was terrified, because such a feeling of massacre, enjoyment and even indulging had never been there since Zhongxiu Mountain.

Then, he noticed that the breath in his body was rushing around, and the desire to kill was ignited again, and he realized that he might be "sick" again.

"It stands to reason that Miki dredged your meridians earlier and brought your retrograde meridians back to normal—you shouldn't be subject to killing thoughts because of the exercises you practiced, and you can't control it..." An Qi was even more puzzled, After first knowing that the master had this bloodthirsty and even sinking symptom, he has been researching how to cure it, but he still can't achieve the effect.

It wasn't until later that the master started to change because of his wife, he faced this problem squarely, and got the help of a martial arts master like Miki who had a six-year-old internal strength. Since then, he has never gone mad again, and even if the methods are cruel, he will not sink into killing.

But now it seems...

Obviously a sign of relapse.

"Recently, you have encountered too many enemies, and you have killed too many people yourself. I am afraid that this is how you have guided the hidden demons in your body..."

After a long time, An Qi bit her lip, and said her deduction in a low voice.

Hearing this, Rong Jue's frosty face became even colder, he frowned, looking at the very clear and clean water sparkling under the moonlight at this moment, a gleam of red light suddenly flashed across his eyes, and then he saw...

The water in front of him was also crimson, like a river of blood.

He hastily closed his eyes, propped his forehead with one hand, and grasped the railing tightly with the other, shaking his head desperately, trying to shake off the distracting thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Dark Seven didn't know why, so he could only ask worriedly.

Rong Jue clenched his lower lip, and suddenly tapped a few acupuncture points. When he opened his eyes again, the redness in his eyes faded little by little, and faded completely.

Holding on to the railing with both hands, he exhaled foul air, "Is there any way?"

He absolutely didn't want to become a slave to the desire to kill again.

Only he can control the desire to kill, but he cannot be controlled.

Especially... Lin Lang, I don't want to see her worried and disappointed eyes.

Thinking of Jiang Linlang, Rong Jue's hands tightened, his finger bones turned white, and his joints creaked.

"Let me go back and study and think about ideas." An Qi's lips were stretched straight, the smile on his face disappeared, and he became extremely serious and serious.

In the next moment, he asked again, "Where is the lady?"

Rong Jue understood what he meant and just shook his head, "Don't tell her."

When he said this, he looked tired and helpless.

An Qi nodded in understanding, "I understand, I won't tell her."

If Madam finds out, I'm afraid it will only increase my worries.For these hidden guards, it doesn't matter whether the master is a murderous maniac or not, but for the madam, they must extremely don't want the master to change back.

No wonder the master would secretly seek him out to discuss.

Not far away, Jiang Linlang hid at the corner holding her breath, her complexion gradually turning pale, she bit her lip, not letting herself leak a breath.

After a while, she stepped on the ground without making a sound, and returned to the room without a sound. She put the shoes back to their original position and appearance, embraced the quilt, and lay down again.

(End of this chapter)