He looked up blankly, with a pair of bottomless black eyes smiling, a frivolous whistle, and the familiar face above his head with an infamiliar smile. Is this person... her smile?

Sikong Xiao moved his hand that was holding Sikong Huang's ear, and the sound of iron chains hitting was still crisp.

The iron locks on the body can be broken, but the wrists and ankles are not. What the hell is this?

Sikong Huang looked at Sikong Xiao quietly. At this moment, she was leaning over her, her black eyes were impatiently staring at the iron lock on her wrist. She didn't know what was cursing in her mouth, so she looked pitiful as if she was as angry as a slept in her hair?

Sikong Xiao was very angry at this moment because she studied the handcuffs and anklets for a day and night but couldn't find any way to open it. This always made her feel weird. She wanted to pretend to be pitiful and deceive Sikong Huang into opening it, but she didn't expect that she wouldn't be fooled at all. She was helpless. Should she run away with these two things?

Well... Although it's not very heavy, it's too ugly! And when you walk, you're clanging. If you don't annoy yourself, you'll be angry to death!

The more Sikong Xiao thought about it, the more angry he became. At this moment, a familiar cold voice suddenly came, "Who are you?"

Sikong Xiao was stunned, frowned and looked at Sikong Huang lying under him. Seeing her looking at him seriously, Sikong Xiao's mouth couldn't help but twitch...

She wouldn't be stupid because she was stimulated, wouldn't she?

"Who are you?"

Sikong Huang looked at the person above his head and asked again, his expression became very cold, but this expression was very funny in Sikong Xiao's eyes. He made a weird smile. Sikong Xiao bent down and leaned over to Sikong Huang's ears, and slowly said: "Who am I? Guess..."

You guess... Hearing these two words that were so familiar that they could not be more familiar, Sikong Huang immediately showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and then looked at Sikong smiled silently for a while, and pulled up the corners of his lips bitterly, "It's really you."

ah?

What is it really you? Now Sikong laughed so stupidly, "What do you mean?"

“…”

Sikong Huang stopped talking, but just raised his hand to cover the bleeding wound. No matter who the person in front of him was, the face of this body was still smiling. Seeing so much blood in front of him, it would be fake to say that he didn't feel sorry for him.

A slow-down plan? Or is it a self-direction and self-actor who wants to deceive yourself?

Sikong Xiao immediately thought that this was a trick that Sikong Huang had deliberately played. He suddenly sank his face and pressed the dagger that was pressing down on her heart. The sharp dagger immediately pierced the blood-stained white robe on her chest, but paused a millimeter about to pierce the snow-white skin.

"Open the chain, otherwise..." Sikong smiled and narrowed his eyes to threaten Sikong Huang. The dagger in his hand was slashed like a demonstration. The blade was sharp and the snow-white collar was cut silently. The white skin under the tip of the dagger was trembling, but there was no damage.

Sikong Xiao still couldn't do anything about Sikong Huang.

"Otherwise what?"

Sikong Huang had red eyes, his voice was trembling, but he asked with confidence, and he couldn't explain the reason, but he just knew that the person in front of him would not hurt her.

But Sikong Huang forgot one thing, Sikong Xiao had two personalities, and the one that later...

The most moody.

"You ask me?" Sikong Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the person who was still sobbing beneath him, and raised his hand to gently place the dagger next to Sikong Huang's pillow.

Sikong Huang breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second, his hands suddenly strangled her neck. With a little force, her face appeared suffocating blue-purple.

Perhaps Sikong Huang's skin was too white, and the purple purple seemed a little scary. Sikong was stunned, his hands were weak, and he cursed in his heart and had to lower his head and threaten: "If you don't untie it, I will torture you until you are willing to open it."

Sikong Huang bit his lip and shook his head, "I will never open it!"

"You!" Sikong Xiao was angry and without thinking, he pressed the dagger that was originally placed beside the pillow on Sikong Huang's throat. But before Sikong Xiao could speak, Sikong Huang said coldly...

"Even if you kill me, I won't open this chain. You give up... Huh..."

Halfway through his words, Sikong Huang suddenly frowned and groaned with a headache.

He looked sideways at the little head that was lying on his shoulders, and Sikong Huang smiled bitterly and slowly closed his eyes. If this could make you less angry, I would suffer.

Feeling that the person under him had no response except for the initial shock, Sikong Xiao slowly raised his head with a dark look. Seeing the man's eyes closed and his pitiful look was at slaughter, he couldn't help but groan, and he jumped under the bed with barefoot in his hand.

"Forget it, you're amazing."

After saying that, Sikong Xiao raised his hand to wipe the blood stained on the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes fell on the ferocious bloody teeth marks on the jade collarbone of the person in front of him...

He bit so hard himself? Sikong Xiao stared at the bloody biting marks and couldn't help but pursed his lips. He instantly felt a little bloody filling his lips and tongue...

Blood? Sikong Xiao's expression changed and subconsciously spat. Without waiting for Sikong Huang who had just supported her, he turned around and rushed out like a flying man. His steps were panic, as if he was running away.

"Xiaoxiao!"

Seeing the little guy's face turned white and snatching the door, Sikong Huang didn't care that his clothes were messy, and he was about to chase after him in a hurry. But just as she got out of bed, the poisonous blood that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly rushed into her throat. Before she could react, a bitter mouth was splashed out from her mouth, splashing on the white skirt that had been stained with blood like a picture of plum blossoms, and it turned out to be as thick as ink.

Sikong Huang seemed to be shocked, and stood there for a long time, looking at the black blood that he was spewing out with bright eyes.

The toxicity is so deep that I have not had much time...

“…”

I don't know how long it took, Sikong Huang was shocked and suddenly thought about something and turned his head to look at the terrible big bed behind him. His beautiful eyes were filled with unprecedented anxiety.

No! There isn't!

Sikong Huang's face turned extremely cold, and he waved his sleeves to turn the entire curtain into flying catkins.

Beneath the flying catkins, Sikong Huang's ever-rimming chest was always rising and falling. The dagger must have been taken away by Xiaoxiao. What should I do now? A bowl of blood in my heart is missing. Wouldn't it be wasted all my previous efforts?

*

Sikong Xiao hugged his head and walked quickly in the jungle on the edge of the ancient family. The scenes flashed quickly in his mind. Sometimes it was the scene of the beauty's mother being wiped out. Sometimes it was the general's father kneeling to Sikong Huang with tears on his face. After a while, it was all replaced by Sikong Huang's helpless appearance of blocking his wounds...

At the end, there was only a blank in my mind, which was an interrupted memory. No matter how she thought about it, she could not think of what happened during that period.
Chapter completed!