Ink Blade

Cut-off Painstaking Care (part 1)

It was clearly just a very light sigh, not even half a bit of a sharp blame.

But Chu Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide in panic, as if several sizzling soldering irons hit his heart one after another, it was so painful that he wished he could just pass out.

However, there were bursts of chills in his bones, almost making him numb. As soon as his legs softened, Chu Yan staggered a few steps back, his five fingers tremblingly clasped on the table beside him, and his whole body was on the verge of toppling over.

"You……"

What did he say? What did Ah Ren say?

In the vast white trance, the person spoke softly again and asked, "The meaning of the Master, is it to let Mo Ren enter the back room as a pet?"

The night was gentle, the candles were luxuriant, and Mo Ren remained kneeling in front of him. The guard's good-looking, fair complexion face had a vague expression, and his eyes seemed to hold a pool of dark water.

Flowing inside, is it his irreparable fruit of evil?

Chu Yan almost relied on the support of the table to keep his body from slipping down. His lips trembled violently, and he could only squeeze out a word that was like a groan, "No..."

He just felt that his mind was in a mess. How could Ah Ren think like this? How could I push Ah Ren to the point where he would think like this?

Mo Ren raised his head hesitantly, and called softly, "Master?"

Still those clear and cold eyes reflected everything clearly.

Chu Yan barely stood still, and took a few steps forward in a numb manner. He didn't know whether it was anger or pain, but his voice was trembling a little, "You are forcing this Master."

He actually laughed hoarsely, jerked his five fingers violently, and clenched tightly the left side of his robe. "... Ah Ren, talking like this, do you really want this Master to cut out his heart and show it to you? Hm?”

Mo Ren was suddenly startled, "This subordinate...!"

These words almost stabbed him into confusion in an instant, he hastily lowered his head and pleaded guilty. "Master,. cease your anger, this subordinate dares not!"

As the guard spoke, he felt even more regretful in his heart, and finally reflected that what he said just now was truly inappropriate. No matter what his master did, it was not his turn to have the right to speak up, then he said, "It was Mo Ren who made a slip of the tongue, Master please bestow punishment."

"Punishment? Good, punishment..."

Chu Yan narrowed his eyes and let out a miserable smile, which was somewhat eerie. He suddenly closed his eyes and took a light breath, then said, "Very well, this Master will help you. Stand up and draw your sword."

...draw the sword?

The moment Mo Ren heard Chu Yan's words, he obeyed instinctively. He had already put his hand on the black scabbard, but he couldn't help but pause for a moment.

"......" With his finger on the cold sword hilt, he raised his eyes silently and looked at Chu Yan with complicated emotions.

Chu Yan slammed his palm on the table, and said angrily, "What, you know how to disobey now? This Master orders you to draw your sword!"

"...this subordinate dares not," Mo Ren pursed his lips, he got up slowly, took the sword from his waist, and respectfully held it horizontally in front of Chu Yan, "Mo Ren obeys the orders."

Then there was a soft clang.

The pale and thin palm slowly pulled out the three-foot ink blade, revealing the sword body as thin as a cicada's wing and as dark as the night.

Chu Yan stared coldly at the long sword full of strange beauty and danger, and there seemed to be rolling waves hidden in his eyes. He stretched out a hand to cover Mo Ren's hand holding the hilt of the sword, and his knuckles suddenly tightened to the limit!

"Mm..." The severe pain from his right hand made Mo Ren's face turn pale, and he almost thought that Chu Yan was going to crush the bones of his hand, but his master's strength was very well controlled, not only did it hurt bones and muscles, but it also made it difficult for those who had tasted the pain to be unable to break free.

Chu Yan maintained this posture and walked forward step by step, forcing Mo Ren to back up all the time. He didn't stop until Mo Ren's back hit the wall, and then reached out to clasp the pulse gate of Mo Ren's left hand. (TL: location in the wrist for feeling the pulse)

Mo Ren remained indifferent to this, as if his hands were not his own, and his own life was not his own.

He kept his expression restrained all the time, his eyes fixed on the sword, speculating where it would slash him in a while.

He was not afraid.

He's made so many big mistakes these days and deserved to be punished.

He was just a little tired and sad. It wasn't because Chu Yan wanted to punish him, but because of Chu Yan's completely defensive posture.

The wall behind was too cold, and the coolness spread to the skin through the clothes. In fact, why bother? Could it be that the Master doesn't know that as long as the punishment was ordered by Chu Yan himself, Mo Ren will never hide?

Even in his previous life, when the Master abolished his dantian with a sword for Bai Hua's sake, he didn't say a word.

Even if he is not a well-behaved guard and a docile pet, isn't he still a cold iron that will be stepped on regardless?

Suddenly, he heard his master laugh again.

But he could tell, that it was a very sad laugh.

Chu Yan said softly, "Ah Ren, don't blame this Master."