Chapter 923 Sending Yin (10)

The feeling of suffocation slowly faded from the darkness, and my head felt dizzy.

Zhao Yijiu felt that his eyelids were heavy. Although his consciousness was awake, it still took him five or six minutes to regain all his senses.

During this time, he heard the sound of the riding crop gently scratching on the wooden board, and the sound of breathing almost only one body away.

The touch underneath him was hard, and the temperature behind him was cold. His eyelashes trembled, feeling the "unfreedom" of his body.

The next second, Yu Xing's malicious voice was heard: "Awake? Don't pretend to be dead when you wake up. 'Lord Inugami', look at your current situation."

The memory of Guijiu returns.

Tsk, that's right, he gave Yu Xing a bite based on his identity, but because he was too confident, Yu Xing turned his army around.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yijiu frowned and opened his eyes. The sunlight shined on him through the canopy of the trees, which was dazzling but also brought a sense of warmth.

Sure enough, Yu Xing was sitting next to him, looking at him from a bird's eye view.

Zhao Yijiu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately went to observe his position. He found that his hands and feet were tied with hemp ropes, and he was thrown on a loading truck. Behind him was a coffin-like "cargo" full of ominous meaning.

No wonder, even though there was sunshine, he still felt a stream of cold air entering his body from behind.

"You -" Zhao Yijiao said, and the hoarseness in his voice startled him. It was probably because the toxins in the Mongolian sweat medicine were harmful to his throat.

So he became even more dissatisfied, propped up his body and struggled violently, and said to Yu Xingji in a half-serious manner: "This is how bodyguards deal with people? If you can't beat them head-on, then you drug them and attack them secretly?"

Yu Xing held down his movement, which seemed to be able to break the hemp rope, and used a little force on his hand, leaving a few finger marks on Zhao Yijiu's shoulder.

With a sullen face, he stared at the person who had the guts to complain first with a half-smile: "So what?"

The moment they looked at each other, Zhao Yijiao's struggle weakened.

The fingers on the shoulders have a strong presence, revealing a suppressed anger, and the blue pupils are as bottomless as the abyss, indicating that the owner of these eyes is in a very bad mood.

When Zhao Yijiu was in the ghost state, he followed his instincts more. His own happiness was the most important, so he often didn't use his brain. But now, his brain nerves began to beat.

The blood in his eyes seemed to have solidified, and he was a little embarrassed.

strangeness.

Why does it feel like Yu Xing is really angry?

Why are you angry? Just because he bit his neck and sucked some blood? But for Yu Xing, this injury is just like being pricked by a needle. At best, it will be a little painful.

Ha, he is a serious ghost. It is already rare to be willing to obey in the general direction. Is it possible that he is not even qualified to let Yu Xing hurt?

Zhao Mou and Yu Xing don't really think they can tame him to that extent. What is it, an obedient dog?

Countless rhetorical questions occupied Zhao Yijiu's thinking. He couldn't figure out the reason for Yu Xing's anger. According to past memories, it was impossible for Yu Xing to be so petty.

But the fact is that after Yu Xing said "So what", he said nothing and looked at him with a look that was too cold for Zhao Yiju.

Zhao Yijiu found that he couldn't stand this kind of gaze, no matter what state he was in.

"Hey, are you going to tie me up like this?" Guijiu moved again and raised his voice to cover up his fear.

Yu Xing let go of his hand, his eyes passing over his blue shoulder and the wound caused by the whip in the previous fight.

The wound had not been bandaged and was still red.

It was hard to describe how he was feeling now. Yu Xing didn't want to speak, so he got off the cart and said lightly in the sight of Zhao Yijiao following him: "I won't offend others unless they offend me. If you offend me, you will fall." Once you have it in my hands, don’t even think about leaving.”

The trouble in Zhao Yijiu's heart worsened, and he asked: "You want me to follow your team as escorts? Do you want to use me as a free thug?"

"Thug?" Yu Xing chewed the word and turned his head to suppress the sneer at the corner of his mouth, but there was still a sense of depression that made him blurt out, "The thug who kills me first after untying the rope? Forget it, I don't know how. Raising tigers is a disaster.”

"Look at your situation clearly. You are a commodity. When we get to Fengtou Town, I will sell you. I believe the local wealthy families will be very satisfied with a 'thug' like you."

By tying Zhao Yijiu as a cargo to the "coffin" on the cart, he can not only pass through, but also be able to notice the strangeness of the "coffin" at all times. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?

Yu Xing didn't want to admit that he had no such intention, so he calculated the time and found that the Menghan medicine made Zhao Yijiu sleep for two hours. Now it was time to wake up Zhao Ruru and prepare to start again.

He left Zhao Yijiu behind, knocked twice outside the tent, and successfully woke up Zhao Ruru, who was still sleeping with vigilance.

Zhao Yijiu, who was left alone on the cart, watched Yu Xing's back getting further and further away, opened his mouth to speak but then stopped, and re-evaluated the situation.

The wounds were not treated, the stomach was not filled, and Yu Xing didn't even give him a fake smile, nor settle the account with him for biting his neck... it was broken.

No matter how indifferent Guijiu was, he realized that the matter was serious.

He moved his body. The character Inugami's long hair seemed to be against him. It pestered him and almost pulled his scalp off. He changed into a more comfortable position with difficulty. Zhao Ruru, who had listened to the accident on the other side, hurriedly Come.

Zhao Ruru also just knew that the dog god was a person, but based on this, it can be inferred that the saint and the dog god should be childhood sweethearts. Although the two have different positions, their relationship should not be too bad.

She felt Yu Xing's emotions, listened to the whole story, and guessed that Zhao Yijiu was in the state of evil spirit consciousness. She decisively thought that the two might have some unpleasantness. Without time to clean herself up, she relied on the urgency of "the saint heard that the dog god was chasing her" and quickly ran to Zhao Yijiu's side.

She frowned and scolded: "Why are you helping the high priest to catch me! Is the identity of the dog god so important? We obviously don't like each other!"

Without waiting for Zhao Yijiu to say anything, Zhao Ruru said again: "Look at you, you are getting yourself involved now, right? But you deserve it, you are so cruel, you actually killed my savior... If there was no strangeness in this mountain forest that could bring people back to life, the escort leader would only have a corpse now!"

Zhao Yijiu's pupils shrank.

Wait? Wait!

His face turned cold, as if he was mocking her, but his hands tied behind his back were already tightly clenched: "How can your savior be so fragile?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Zhao Ruru widened his eyes, thinking to himself, "Good guy, you finally understand what I want to say, "How can a person survive after a blood vessel is bitten through? Do you think everyone is a 'dog god'!"

"I tell you, I won't help you, nor will I untie you. You deserve what my savior wants to do to you!"

After saying that, Zhao Ruru ran away. She wanted to remind Yu Xing not to be disturbed by the good relationship. Your good teammate with a sick brain probably didn't expect that you would be so fragile after changing your identity, and still thought you were the same as before...

"Bang!"

The wooden cart was hit hard by the sole of Zhao Yijiu's boot.

His face was livid, and he wanted to break the hemp rope to explain, but then he remembered Yu Xing's hint that he wouldn't let him break the hemp rope, and he stopped anxiously.

Yes, he forgot, or rather, he never thought that Yu Xing would be as fragile as others.

He was used to Yu Xing's inhuman and powerful body, so he bit open blood vessels and flesh without scruples, indulged his desire for blood and stubborn nature, and played a "harmless" little joke.

After biting through the neck, Yu Xing quickly counterattacked, and seemed to have no discomfort, which made him feel that Yu Xing was the same as usual.

But if...

The reason for no discomfort was "resurrection from the dead", and the price of this joke was a life...

Zhao Yijiu kicked the cart again, and the cart did not fall apart, reminding him again that since the role change, everyone has been limited to the physical fitness of the role, including himself.

Then how could Yu Xing be an exception?

There is no doubt that he got into trouble.

Damn, Yu Xing would not think that he would really kill in the ghost state!

It was really crazy, how could he kill Yu Xing, no wonder Yu Xing looked at him like that just now, was she disappointed in him...

No, it would not be disappointment.

Zhao Yijiu knew Yu Xing too well.

Yu Xing would only doubt herself, wondering what weight she had in his heart, whether he was willing to take Yu Xing's life just for pleasure.

He must be very sad.

It was the first time that Guijiu realized that he had done something stupid that was difficult to end, and it was also the first time that he had an idea -

Would it be better to be in a normal state? If he were normal, he would be very obedient, would not cause Yu Xing to die once, and would not be stupid enough to forget the system prompt.

But he was now a dog god, and he had no reason to even want to apologize.

Crazy, crazy!

Just crash to death!

Zhao Yijiu hated this feeling. Countless negative emotions and noisy thoughts pierced his brain like 100,000 needles. His eyes fell on the coffin-shaped goods beside him, and his heart was determined.

If he crashed to death, Yu Xing was so smart that she should be able to feel his apology, and Zhao Ruru, a sensible girl, would explain in the middle...

Just as Zhao Yijiu's eardrums were bulging, he crashed into the hard corner of the coffin without hesitation.

A hand quickly reached out and pressed his head back.

Who is stopping me!

Zhao Yijiu looked over gloomily, but saw Yu Xing coming back, looking at him with an unfathomable look.

His expression was gone, and he immediately said: "The Saint just told me that you are a fragile person, and you will die if you are bitten..." I didn't know that foreigners are so fragile, I didn't want your life.

The second half of the sentence was blocked by a piece of cake. After Yu Xing stuffed the food without the knockout drug into Zhao Yijiu's mouth, his mood turned from cloudy to sunny.

He has adjusted himself.

It's no big deal, ghosts always act without severity, and ghost wine must be the same.

It's just a life, this kind of thing is worthless to him, just give it to Brother Jiu, as much as you want, what's there to be angry about.

Don't let Brother Jiu starve to death. (End of this chapter)