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Chapter 1892 The Knife You Can’t Hold, You Can’t Let Go: Jin Yiwei 23
But now, the relationship between her and Song Xu has reached a freezing point. If she says no, it is inevitable that Song Xu will think something in his heart.

So she picked up the ingot of gold from the table and put it in her bosom.

On the cold gold, there seemed to be the warmth of Song Xu's body.

"Thank you Mr. Song." Xi Ying whispered, "I will definitely take it with me."

With it, this it is naturally the gold that Song Xu gave Xi Ying.

Carrying it instead of disposing of it, Xi Ying had already told Song Xu that she would not use this ingot of gold lightly.

As smart as Song Xu, how could he not understand what she said?
But so what?
People have already left him, so what is the use of keeping this ingot of gold?

The expression on Song Xu's face did not loosen, nor did he look at Xi Ying.

A look of indifference to Xi Ying's words.

Xi Ying straightened up, took one last look at Song Xu, then turned and left.

Now she is a free person and still has an ingot of gold on her body, so she will leave here and wait for the prompt of the mission.

When Xi Ying's figure completely disappeared from Song Xu's sight, he slowly raised his head and looked at the empty inn door.

Xi Ying walked out from here.

Song Xu took a deep breath, stood up, and walked back to the room.

Opening the door, closing the door, a familiar scene appeared before my eyes.

Yesterday, it was here that Xi Ying taught him a lot of painting techniques, and for the first time, he—

Draw a person so seriously.

Song Xu walked slowly to the window of the outer hall, where he sat when he got up in the morning.

He pulled a sheet of paper from the back of the cabinet.

It is an ink painting on paper.

is a woman.

Song Xu's learning ability is very strong, and he can understand the basics, not to mention that Xi Ying's explanation is so detailed.

So even though it was only less than two days, Song Xu's painting ability has improved by several levels.

This pair of ink and wash portraits has already been painted [-]-[-]% similar.

The woman in the painting has beautiful eyes lightly closed, her sleeping posture is well-behaved, and her hands are unconsciously placed under her chin, which is extremely cute.

A strand of hair hangs down on the bridge of her small nose, which makes people want to tidy it up for her.

This is Xi Ying.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The sudden cough caught Song Xu by surprise, and the blood sprayed along the airflow of the cough onto this black and white ink painting, mottled.

The bright red is matched with the monotonous black and white painting, which is unexpectedly very harmonious.

Song Xu looked at the woman's face in the painting with a blush, like the blush when she was shy, and couldn't help being a little dazed.

It took him a while before he realized it, and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

After wiping, I put it in front of my eyes, and there was a faint, smudged blood stain on the back of my hand.

He turned the back of his hand over and spread his palm.

The white and clean hands reminded Song Xu of the red color that spread wantonly in the sink last night after Xi Ying fell asleep and washed her hands.

Four words came to his mind: terminally ill.

But Song Xu knew very well that what he had was not a disease, but an unsolvable poison.

He has felt it since he was first poisoned.

It is colorless, odorless and invisible, but it can gradually rot the internal organs.

No pain, just constant coughing up blood and constant weakness.

Let him watch himself transform from a peerless master to a waste who can't even hold a saber.

There is no deadline, and you don't know when you will die.

Death is a definite ending. Although the poison is painless, the most painful thing is not the physical torture, but not knowing when is the real time of death.

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