imperial psychologist

Chapter 733 Killing Intent

What the girl spoke was not Jinyu, but Zhouhua with a strong accent.

Bo Ling waded through the deep snow and walked up to the girl in a few steps. The splashed blood wiped a scarlet slash on the girl's face.

Bai Ling looked into each other's eyes, "Who are you..."

"I... I am..." The Hesta girl froze for a moment, as if she was not sure whether she should say her name or not.

Bo Ling reached out and snatched the dagger from the girl's hand, then leaned over to check the fallen golden soldier.

The knife really stabbed into the vitals from the back.

Bo Ling turned Jin Bing's body over, then raised the girl's dagger, and stabbed it into Jin Bing's heart from the front again.

The blood splashed and stained Bai Ling's right hand and face red. She raised her head and looked at the girl, "Take snow water...wash your hands and face, then go back and change out of this clothes."

The girl didn't understand for a while, "...what are you going to do?"

"I had a reason to kill him, but you didn't... just dragged you in for nothing, but I can't justify it." Bo Ling inserted the bloody dagger into his boots, then got up and stood on the side of the corpse's head and shoulders. He grabbed Jin Bing's shoulders with both hands and began to drag him towards the tent, "No matter who you are, thank you for helping me..."

"Wait! Don't go back yet!" The girl quickly stood in front of Bo Ling, "I have something to ask you!"

Bai Ling stopped and looked up at the girl.

The girl's voice trembled a little, "He said... he said he saw you having a tryst with Hesta's man here... is it true?"

"...You are also a member of the Hesta tribe." Bai Ling lowered his gaze, "I don't want to implicate you, so hurry up and don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

"I want to ask! All the men in my tribe should have been sent to the Langxi tribe to graze horses. If you have a tryst with a man from the Hesta tribe here, I must know who he is!"

That stubborn and scorching look appeared in the girl's eyes again, Bo Ling sighed lightly, and lightly held his forehead with his hands.

"So what if you know who it is... I told you, you might not know it."

"Then you don't need to tell me his name, tell me if he is safe? Did he escape alone? Where is he going next?" The girl looked firmly at Bai Ling, "...and, How did you know-"

"My name is Bo Ling, what's your name?"

"... Volva."

"Now is not the time to tell a story." Bo Ling said softly, "I'm going to drag this man's body to the camp for help right away. I'll go to you when I'm done. I also have a lot to ask you."

After speaking, Bo Ling pointed to his left cheekbone again, and said to the girl, "There are still some blood spots here, remember to wash them off."

……

The news that a Zhou slave killed a Jin man spread throughout the camp overnight.

After Bo Ling dragged the man to the vicinity of the camp, he ran back to Lan Zhijun's tent with blood all over his body and face to ask for help.

After examining the body, the Jinren discovered that the Jinbing who was killed tonight was not just a soldier, he was the governor of several slave camps - but how could a governor come to send Zhou himself? About the return of slaves to camp?
After several rounds of interrogation, the truth surfaced. It turned out that as early as more than a month ago, the governor had inquired about Bo Ling's origin and identity in many ways. Tonight, he suddenly ordered to replace the subordinate who was on duty tonight. Go into battle to send Berlin back to camp.

The deceased was stabbed four times in the front and once in the back, and the two stab wounds in the heart and back were fatal—this is also the same as what Bo Ling said, "I stabbed him a few times, turned around and tried to run but fell to the ground. I was terrified. He made another knife on his back." Match.

Aguili was furious—it wasn't because of his own subordinates who did such an outrageous thing, nor because a slave dared to kill a golden soldier, but because this daring official was killed by Bai Ling. It's too embarrassing for such a girl to fight back.

All the interrogations were carried out in Lan Zhijun's camp, and by the time the matter came to an end, it was already midnight.

"Okay." Lan Zhijun bid farewell to Aguili and the vassals who had gathered because of this incident, and returned to the tent. He looked down at Bai Ling and gently took the dagger in her hand, " You're lucky."

"Good luck..." Bai Ling lowered his head slightly, "Did I hear you right?"

"If this person is still alive, then things will be troublesome." Lan Zhijun put her hands in her sleeves, "In Aguili's eyes, you are of course mine, but if other people also like you. According to According to the rules of the Jinren, two men have to fight together, and whoever wins will belong to you."

Berlin didn't answer.

Lan Zhijun walked slowly behind Bai Ling, "Of course Aguili is reluctant to let me go, and he will probably assign a warrior to fight for me, but to be honest... If I get to that point, I really can only It's up to God."

In the orange candlelight, Bai Ling felt that Lan Zhijun's hand passed through his long hair that fell down his shoulders, and landed on the back of his neck and shoulders.

Lan Zhijun's five fingers were warm, and her thumb gently rubbed the side of Bai Ling's neck.

Bo Ling retreated to the side, but Lan Zhijun did not follow, his hands were still hanging in the air in the same posture as before, and then dropped to his side.

The two looked at each other, and Bai Ling's gaze was somewhat suspicious. Lan Zhijun slowly walked towards Bai Ling, forcing her back to the edge of the camp bit by bit.

Lan Zhijun smiled, "You have something to hide from me."

Bo Ling's heart sank slightly, "...what?"

"This golden man dares to follow you like this, he must be holding something against you." Lan Zhijun lowered her head, and whispered in Bai Ling's ear, "But you can rest assured now, because he is dead, no one will follow you." knew."

Bai Ling looked away sideways and smiled.

"Are you afraid? Are you afraid too?" Lan Zhijun put her hand on Bai Ling's neck again, and turned her face to her direction again, "What is your expression when you are scared? I am... Would love to see it."

What surprised Lan Zhijun was that instead of dodging, Bai Ling leaned towards him this time.

By the time he realized it, Bo Ling's hand holding the dagger had already rested on his heart, and the tip of the knife sank slightly on his jaw, causing a faint tingling pain.

"Can you talk properly now?" Bo Ling asked coldly.

Lan Zhijun laughed, raised her hands, and took a slight step back, but there was no fear or surprise on her face.

"Just kidding, why are you so serious?" Lan Zhijun said with a smile.

Under the soft light of the candlelight, there was no love or desire in his eyes, but a murderous intent that made people feel trembling.

"You make everyone take you as my woman, even me."

(End of this chapter)