Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 52
The voice was as light as smoke, floating in the ears lightly, like water hitting jade, clear and pleasant, but when Su Rao heard it, it was like hearing thunder, and her tired and tired body suddenly tensed up at this moment!

She stared at Yan Yun with icy eyes.

Like a wind knife, like a sharp blade, curled with frost and snow, as if to freeze him inch by inch, but when this complex emotion touches the pupils of the autumn water, it turns into spring water, full of soft light, lingering, Captivating.

She raised her hand to cover her slightly messy sideburns, her eyes flashed brightly, "Master, it's dangerous for you to do this."

"How to say?"

Yan Yun lowered his eyes indifferently, deliberately ignoring the soft and long tone when she called those three words, as if a feather had gently scratched his heart, causing a shiver.

He stared intently at the little green floating on the teacup by the table, as if he didn't notice that someone got up and got up from the bed, the lotus steps moved lightly to his eyes, and he waited until the dark shadow blocked the light before he slowly raised his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the black shadow leaned over and approached, smiling sweetly.

"Has anyone ever told you that when you become curious about a girl, you will most likely fall into her hands in the future. Master, you have to be careful."

Breathing like blue, her warm breath sprayed on the pinnae of the ear, numb and itchy, wantonly pulling on the self-control he was always proud of - for fear of slapping her to death!

She was the only woman who dared to disregard the rules of status and get close to him so unscrupulously in so many years!
Bold, full of temptation and provocation!

Yan Yun's body was slightly stiff, but he restrained himself from moving. Instead, his thin lips curled up slightly, and a low laugh came out of his throat: "It seems that it really hit the mark."

kindness?
Now it was Su Rao's turn to smile stiffly, "What?"

"You are rarely so impatient, Miss Su!"

He deliberately bit the last three words a little bit harder, his usually indifferent and peaceful eyes sparkled, and he tilted his head to meet her gaze.

The distance between the two of them was so close that their breathing was almost audible.

Su Rao stood up straight like an electric shock, the expression on his face changed, and finally, under his leisurely scrutiny, he put on a smiling face: "It's not that the son of the world is so beautiful, I wait for ordinary people to be dazed."

"is it?"

How could anyone else dare to talk to him like that? Yan Yun wasn't annoyed. He stared at her for a long time, until Su Rao's heart was frightened. He couldn't help laughing dryly and said, "What are you staring at me for? Is it true?" You intend to guard yourself like a jade for twenty years, and use it to take advantage of me?"

The son of the Yan family is upright and arrogant, a gentleman, he doesn't like others to get close to him, and he is the most respectful of etiquette. She has done this in order to avoid topics, but she still loses!

Should not be!

Why doesn't this person play his cards according to the routine?

She was annoyed in her heart that she was impulsive and revealed the truth, and she was also annoyed that this master would not accept it as soon as he was good.

"Su Rao."

When Yan Yun opened her mouth, she called her by her first and last name, which was very rude, but this was the second time Su Rao heard it.

The first time was when she saw Zhaoxue's imperial decree, and she was so angry that she slipped out of her words.

Su Rao slowly suppressed her smile, "What's wrong?"

Yan Yun stood up and walked in front of her with warm eyes: "Don't hold on when you feel too sad, it's okay to be weak occasionally."

"Are you comforting me?"

Su Rao looked at him in surprise, Yan Yun nodded, "Yes!"

She couldn't help laughing, and reminded: "Yan Shizi, it would be better if you don't keep a cold face at this time. I have nothing to comfort you. Didn't you listen to outsiders' comments? Dad didn't shed a single tear when he said I was dead. A cold-blooded, heartless monster."

"Gossip, don't pay attention."

Yan Yun glanced at her pale lips, seemed to feel that these eight characters were too pale, and said softly: "When people are really sad, they can't shed tears."

When he said this, his eyes were empty and blurred, with a sense of depression.

Such desolation suddenly touched the softness in Su Rao's heart, and she had to look sideways at the golden and precious son in front of her.

The pain and despair that are inhumane are the most heart-wrenching.

So, is this why he doesn't let people get close?

Su Rao's thoughts were wandering, and her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, "This is not a good omen..."

"what?"

"It's nothing."

She shook her head and didn't say much. Their conversation has already exceeded the scope of subordination, which is a bit dangerous. It seems that we should pay attention to the boundaries in the future.

This master is really as dazzling as a bright pearl, and if you get too close, you will inevitably get burned.

"You can eat something when you are resting, and you still have business to do after dark."

Yan Yun could see that she still had doubts, seeing that she didn't say anything, she didn't ask any more questions, put aside her words, turned and walked out.

Su Rao watched his back disappear, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Slowly raising his hands, those hands were as white as fat, covered with a layer of warm halo under the candlelight, looking beautiful and slender, flawless jasper.

But these hands.

Passing by with a sharp knife handle, reaping human lives in the blink of an eye, warm blood splashed on the skin, a little sticky, and a little hot.

On the wooden frame beside the couch is a copper basin filled with clean water.

She walked over and put her hand into the water. The water was so clear that her fingers became more delicate and white. "Just wash it off."

She murmured and began to scrub.

She used soap locusts and a handkerchief, and rubbed it vigorously, but the blood seemed to be clotted on it, scarlet, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wash it off.

Water splashes were splashed in all directions by her violent movements.

She rubbed her fingers until they were red, and if she didn't pay attention, the copper basin overturned with a "bang", hitting the ground with a clang, and the water splashed onto her skirt, and she suddenly froze.

A questioning voice came from outside, "Girl, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I accidentally knocked over the water, I'll clean it up."

She responded to the outside, squatted down and picked up the copper basin, looked at the mess on the ground, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, "What am I doing..."

Wash your hands clean, but the haze in your heart cannot be washed clean.

After more than ten years of self-cultivation and self-cultivation, she thought that those cruelties and blood had been completely lost along with time and space, and that reincarnation as a human could start from scratch.

But when she picked up the knife, the familiar chill and coldness swept her body, as if everything had returned to that time, when she was kept in captivity like an animal, fighting for her life with her own kind.

During those countless days and nights, the pillow was bloody.

Out of tens of thousands of people, only her survived.

The first person she killed was her own sister who sent herself to her knife to keep her alive.

The last person she killed was the teacher who raised her with his own hands, and Yan Luo who pushed her into hell with his own hands.

Later she escapes and meets a man.

The old man was stingy and stingy, he didn't care about her cold murderous intent and unchanging stinky face, picked her up, often ordered her to do this and that, he was picky and bad-tempered, and loved to curse.

But he is a good man.

(End of this chapter)