too affectionate

Chapter 885 Tell Your Heart (3)

They looked the visitor up and down, and saw that the man had a long body and a straight waist, and his appearance was not bad, but he looked like a frail scholar.

So, the two men regained their confidence in an instant, and shouted angrily: "Where did you come from, you little boy, get out of here quickly, and don't get in the way of grandpa's good deeds!"

Jing Shijialan's black pupils were so gloomy that they could be stained with water.

He didn't speak, and held the hands of the two of them, and suddenly twisted them with all his strength.

For a while, I heard two crisp sounds of "click" and "click" echoing in the entire restaurant, crisp and frightening, everyone trembled when they heard it.

Seeing those two people twisted like two twists, twisted from the small arm to the big arm, from the big arm to the whole body, the whole body was turned and twisted, and both of them screamed, very shrill.

When Jing Shijialan let go, each of them broke an arm.

"Get out." Jing Shijialan shouted in a deep voice, with every word in his mouth.

When the two heard this, how dare they do it again, hugging the severed arm that couldn't reach the shoulder, howled and ran away as if flying.

Jing Shijialan glanced at Wanyan who was slumped on the table, bent down to hug her up, and saw several people surrounded her, all holding swords in their hands.

With the lessons learned from the past, they did not act rashly this time.

One of them said with a smile: "Young master, I see that you are extraordinary in skill and imposing, you must be the son of a wealthy family!

In this way, let's have a discussion, none of us will monopolize this girl, and the brothers will bring her back together, how about enjoying it together? "

Another person immediately answered: "Yes, yes! If you say that we don't lack women, it's just that the brothers really like this girl, and they have been guarding here all night, so they can't let go of her.

Let's divide her up, so hello me, hello everyone, isn't it comprehensive? "

Jing Shijialan raised his eyes, the sternness in his eyes was so cold that his bones were chilled, and he said word by word:

"If you don't want to die, get out of here."

The voice was particularly gloomy, suppressing an unknown amount of anger.

However, there was that blind person who disdainfully said: "You grandma, what are you pretending to be! You look like a gentleman, but you are just a flower picker who takes advantage of others' danger!

Everyone eats together, you can still share a bite, what else is there to be dissatisfied with! ? "

Jing Shijialan didn't want to cause any more trouble at first, but it was hard to bear hearing them use their words to treat Wanyan lightly.

He whispered to Wanyan, "Wait a moment", then stood up, kicked up the sword placed on the low table, and grasped it.

Afterwards, only a few flashes and afterimages were seen, and the menacing people just now all lay down.

A few people were so excited, they couldn't even groan, and they didn't feel that his attack was serious, as if their internal organs were all broken.

One of them wanted to die, and simply cursed:
"What kind of gentleman are you pretending to be! What does it have to do with you? You meddle in your own business!"

Jing Shijialan took two steps towards the man, looked down at the man from a high position, raised half his arm with the unsheathed sword, and said coldly:

"I am her husband."

After finishing speaking, Jing Shijialan raised the saber in his hand and stabbed down with the scabbard so hard that the man's head almost exploded.

The few remaining people watched the tragedy, grinned their teeth in fright, and ran away, no one cares about their companions.

Seeing this, the other people in the restaurant didn't dare to step forward, so they dispersed one after another.

Jing Shijialan put away the sword, and when she turned around, she saw Wanyan lying on her stomach at some point, looking at him dimly.

Jing Shijialan walked up to Wanyan, leaned over to hug her, and saw Wanyan suddenly stretched out her hand, pulled out the Shiwu sword that he had just received from his waist, and held it in front of her.

"You...you are not my husband..."

Wanyan's tongue was so big that she mumbled.

Jing Shijialan squatted down, pinched the blade with two fingers, and gently pulled it away from Wanyan's hand.

Looking at Wanyan, the hostility in Jing Shijialan's eyes dissipated, and he stretched out his hand to embrace her, and said softly, "Yan'er, it's me."

Wanyan tried her best to open her eyes wide, looking at the person in front of her with dazed eyes, tracing his outline in the air with her fingers, the candlelight flickering in her eyes.

After watching for a while, Wanyan still turned her head away, and said softly: "You are not my husband..."

"You are someone else's husband."

After finishing speaking, Wanyan turned to the other side, leaning on the table to stand up by herself.

Seeing her staggering, Jing Shijialan quickly reached out to help her, Wanyan knocked off his hand with a "snap", and said sharply, "Don't touch me!"

After beating Jing Shijialan's hand, Wanyan couldn't stand still, and sat on the ground with a "plop".

With this hard fall, Wanyan, who was full of drunkenness, could no longer feel the pain.

However, for some reason, her eye sockets turned red for no apparent reason.

Wanyan looked at Jing Shijialan, and suddenly laughed.

Her head was covered with sweat, her face was flushed, and her eyes were foggy.

That smile was actually more heartbreaking than tears streaming down his face.

Jing Shijialan felt a pain in his heart, stretched out his hands to Wanyan again, and said softly: "Yan'er, you are drunk, shall we go home first?"

Wanyan's small face wrinkled, she kept rubbing her back to hide, shaking her head again and again and said:

"I won't go with you, your home is not my home...

I'm going home, I'm going home... I'm homesick..."

As Wanyan spoke, she started to sob.

How can there be any Poison Venerable Shahua, Four Gods True Monarch here.

But there is only a little girl who has suffered a lot of grievances outside, but can't go home.

Seeing her like this, Jing Shijialan's heart was already broken, how could he be willing to blame her, and took another step forward, saying:
"Okay, let's go back to your home, will you take me back with you?"

Wanyan still hid back, looking at Jing Shijialan, like a deer cornered by a hunter, full of vigilance.

"You asked Xuan Yi to pick me up, I don't want to go with you."

Jing Shijialan squatted in front of Wanyan, gently crushed the teardrops in the corners of Wanyan's eyes with his fingertips, and said patiently:
"Yan'er, Xuan Yi can't catch up now. I'm Jing Shi Jialan, can you go with me first, don't worry, I will never hurt you."

Saying that, Jing Shijialan reached his waist, took off the saber and put it aside, then reached into his bosom, took out the dagger and threw it away, and then stretched out his hand to Wanyan.

"Look, I'm out of any weapons."

"Jing Shijialan..."

Wanyan murmured and repeated it, then suddenly laughed, and the tears on her face grew more and more.

"It's Jing Shajialan...it's Jing Shajialan...

The worst thing is Jing Shajialan..."

This name, Wanyan said it once, laughed, and shed a stream of tears, and she couldn't cry after she finished speaking.

Jing Shijialan was taken aback for a moment, and the hand that patted Wanyan's shoulder was shaking.

Wanyan raised her head suddenly, looked at Jing Shijialan eagerly with her eyes full of tears, and sighed to herself:
"I really hate him, I really hate him..."

(End of this chapter)