quadruple sleep

Hang Si wanted to go down to help, but Lu Nanshen stopped him.

Not trying her best, she chose a big rock and sat cross-legged on it, looking down at Lu Nanshen like the eyes of God. "Are you trying to prove how brave you are? It doesn't matter. You don't have to be so proud in front of me. If it doesn't work, I can drag it back with you."

Lu Nanshen could imagine her expression when she said this without looking back, and responded with a smile, "It's okay, I am a very shameless person, and I will show weakness to you when necessary."

Although Hang Si didn't see his expression, he couldn't help but laugh when he thought of him talking nonsense with those big innocent eyes open.

Then he felt that it was a bit unkind to laugh like that, so he cleared his throat and said, "Yes, if you don't understand, you must tell your sister."

Lu Nanshen remained silent, seeming to be studying how to divide it, and also seemed to be deliberately ignoring her.

There was no danger around, and Hang Si relaxed. Seeing that he was silent, she said deliberately, "Sister is talking to you, why are you ignoring her?"

Lu Nanshen came around and faced Hang Si's direction.

The shadows of the snow made his face clearly visible. Every time Hang Si saw Lu Nanshen, he felt that he could be described as "flowers scolding the youth". At the moment, he was holding a sharp knife, and he raised the knife with his hand and pierced the seam of the bison's leg bones, and separated the legs neatly. Every move fell into Hang Si's eyes, and he became more energetic.

At the same time, he glanced up at her and responded to her words, "Why are you ignoring me? What do you think?"

Hang Si had a premonition that he would have nothing nice to say next, so he shut up.

Seeing her silence, Lu Nan's deep eyes became more interested, and he said without hesitation, "I have ulterior motives for you, so I never admitted that you are my sister from the beginning."

Then a snowball was thrown down, but Lu Nanshen easily dodged it. He asked with a smile, "Tell me, what does this kind of behavior of yours mean?"

Hang Si knew he couldn't hit him and glanced at him.

Lu Nanshen held the leg of cow in one hand and added slowly, "It's considered murdering her husband."

"Lu Nanshen." Hang Si called his name word by word, "You can talk nonsense now, right? I won't pay attention to you if you talk nonsense again!"

The tone of her voice was slightly higher, but her cheeks were extremely hot, and her heart was beating so hard in her chest that it felt like it wanted to pop out of her throat.

Really.

She didn't think he was a person who loved to talk nonsense. He must have learned bad things from Nian Baixiao.

She didn't think he was a person who loved to talk nonsense. He must have learned bad things from Nian Baixiao.

Seeing that she was a little anxious, Lu Nanshen smiled and stopped teasing her. In fact, he really wanted to tell her that he had only said this kind of nonsense to her.

After a brief moment of embarrassment, Hang Si asked him without being pretentious, "You are quite skillful in your techniques. Have you done this before?"

He was holding a sharp knife to carve up the bison, and his movements were too swift. It was not a job that ordinary young people could do.

Lu Nanshen said, "My second brother, you have seen it too."

Hang Si knew that the famous forensic doctor could indeed dismember a body with a lancet without turning a corner. "Have you ever learned from him?"

"As for me, I've heard him talk about it before, talking about it on paper, but now I think it's okay to put it into action." Lu Nanshen replied casually.

But the speaker was unintentional and the listener was intentional. Lu Nanshen didn't have the habit of lying and boasting. Hang Si was pretty sure about this, so he was able to catch what he heard just by applying it to reality. This can only mean two things.

Either he knew it before, or he has a very strong learning ability.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Lu Nanshen stabbing him again.

This time, the belly of the bison was cut open, blood spattered out, and the area around the sharp stakes was stained red with blood. Lu Nanshen's face was also stained with blood. When he was bleeding, he was facing Hang Si from the side. Her angle was up and down, and with the snow light as a foil, she could see his face.

A lot of blood was spattered, running down the angular contours of his cheeks and across his sexy jawline. On such a snowy night, the handsome man holding a sharp knife adds to the wildness and roughness of the man, especially his eyes. I don't know whether it is because the night is too dark or the bloody background. From Hang Si's point of view, it looks like too much Got some expressions. Vast and deep, yet cold and ruthless. It seems calm, but beneath the calm it seems like a huge wave is hiding, which is secretly surging.

Lu Nanshen, who was slaughtering bison on a snowy night, seemed to be a different person.

This idea actually crossed Hang Si's mind inadvertently. It didn't even form a complete idea. At most, it just exploded into fireworks. But immediately after, her back tightened and her heart froze slightly.

She looked intently at Lu Nanshen.

His knife and hands were stained red with blood, and his eyes were also scarlet, as if blood had splashed into them. His expression was cold, and his eyes were getting colder. The blood on the cow seemed to have inspired some kind of emotion in him, and there was a harsh and extremely cold aura emanating from his body.

Hang Si could easily feel it even if he was sitting on top of the snow pit.

The snow fell, and for a moment a light and shadow jumped across his face, and the next moment Hang Si took a breath.

She didn't know why she felt that the man in the snow pit was not Lu Nanshen.

Yes, Qiao Yuan!

Hang Si trembled all of a sudden, leaning his entire upper body back as a subconscious escape gesture, but his legs were frozen in place and unable to move. There was a voice in her heart telling her, run! You run!

But there was another voice saying, no, he is not Qiao Yuan, but Lu Nanshen.

Hang Si's eyes widened so wide that his eye sockets hurt. She had been with Qiao Yuan for two years, and she knew Qiao Yuan's movements and expressions clearly.

The man in front of him is Qiao Yuan.

It took Hang Si a long time to find his voice, which was very small and weak, "Qiao, Qiao Yuan..."

The man in the snow pit didn't respond. He cut off the bison's rib meat in slices with a single stroke of his knife. When he squinted slightly, the profile of a handsome face instantly flashed across his face. This moment was clearly captured by Hang Si, and he couldn't help but scream.

The next second her legs could move, she got up from the ground and turned around to run. But as soon as he took a step, he heard a voice behind him, "Hang Si."

This sound, faint, made Hang Si's back tighten.

After a long time, she slowly turned her head.

She didn't know if she was too nervous. The moment she turned her head, she could feel the sound of bones rubbing against each other. Her breathing became tighter and her heart beat violently against her chest.

Until I met the eyes of the man in the snow pit.

Lu Nanshen looked at her with a puzzled expression, "Where are you going?"

Feixue was surrounding him, and his face was spattered with blood, making him look pale. But his face was soft and kind, and his eyes were particularly beguiling. They were as clear as a spring, and one could only wish to hear the sound of cool water.

Where is the ruthless coldness she just saw?

I read it wrong?

Hang Si was still tense, standing like a puppet in the shadow of the snow. Lu Nan sensed something was wrong with her, inserted the knife into her waist, walked to the rope, grabbed it with one hand, and climbed up the rope neatly.

"What's wrong?" Lu Nan looked concerned and reached out to touch her.

Hang Si reacted and took a step back. Lu Nan's eyes were stunned, and when he glanced at his hands, he realized that most of his hands were stained red with blood. He smiled and said nothing. He bent down and grabbed a few handfuls of snow to clean his hands.

Seeing that Hang Si was still in shock, the light in his eyes softened and he coaxed softly, "It's the blood of a bison. It's okay. It's clean."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to try to pull her, but this time she didn't resist, so he pulled her into his arms little by little and hugged her gently.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I wish my lovely friends good luck in the Year of the Dragon, everything goes smoothly, everything goes well, and the most important thing is good health~~ Thank you for your support!