Chapter 13 Character Relationships in Wuxia Novels No. 12: The Poison User and the Poisoned Person

She asked: If you had to die, how would you like to die? When asking, she used her slender fingers to gently stroke his hair. He has a head of hard hair, which is as stubborn as others. Just in his hair, you can feel his arrogance and uninhibited. Without even thinking about it, he replied: Naturally, it is a painless death. Everyone is going to die. They die without feeling any pain at all. It is best not to know anything in advance. Death comes suddenly. When answering, he was pillowing on her right leg. Her leg was softer than any feather pillow. Through the thin silk hakama, he could faintly smell her body fragrance through his nose. If he took a deep breath, , very exciting.He stretched vigorously, raised his hands above his head, stretched his body as far as possible, and obtained a kind of stretching pleasure.

Then, he added: Even better, in the happiest moment, to die suddenly! He sighed: That's too difficult, it's impossible, if I can, I'm willing!For example, you and I are happy together. She let out a very sweet thoughtful sound, the sweetness on her pretty face came out from the bottom of her heart, anyone could see that this beautiful girl used every part of her body inside and out , expressing how happy she is! He suddenly shook his arm, and with a clang sound, his light flashed, a narrow and long sword with an extremely sharp point was aimed at her heart. He was still resting on her thigh, without moving his body. Before the sword was unsheathed, he didn't know where it was, and he didn't move. With such a posture, it was really difficult to make a three-foot-six-inch long sword point at her heart!

(Anyone who finds it easy can find his lover to try!) However, he did it in a blink of an eye!With his backhand, the index finger and thumb are held seven inches away from the tip of the sword, the tip of the sword is still, but the hilt is shaking slightly, it can be seen how strong the strength of his two fingers is. She was not shocked, she still caressed his hair, lowered her eyelids, and stared at the tip of the sword: Well, if you wanted to kill me just now, I would have died without pain. ! He shook his head, and when he shook his head, she felt a heat in her leg, which quickly spread throughout her body, making her blush and ears hot.He said: "Not really, although I draw the sword quickly, you will always have a very short time when you can see the shadow of the sword flickering and predict that you will die. Although that moment is short, how can you know that it will not cause extreme pain?" ?

She was a little angry: who knows! He flipped his wrist, and the narrow and thin long sword snapped into its sheath.He felt her shortness of breath, looked up and saw the blush on her forehead, and cast a questioning look. Her pink face turned even redder: You rubbed all over people, making them upset and unaware He straightened his body and was already lightly pressing on her body, face to face, nose to nose: Did that count as rubbing just now?that's it He was rubbing his body, and she was also shaking her body. Both of them breathed quickly and moved roughly. The silk and satin broke under impetuous fingers, making a pleasant sound (this kind of sound once brought down a dynasty), The strong, sturdy skin is close to the smooth and delicate skin. He holds her pink face, and she puts her body as close to him as possible, hugging him with both hands, fingers slightly sunk into the strong muscles on his back middle.

She could feel the beating of the muscles on his back with all nine fingers. Every muscle was like a happy little fairy. Only the little finger of her right hand felt nothing at all. At this time, she really had nothing and would not think about anything else, but all the past was stubbornly squeezed into her memory. When she was ten years old, she was summoned to her grandmother, who was the supreme leader of the family. Her wrinkled face had a sinister murderous look, but her voice was surprisingly gentle: Son, you are ten years old. You're going to be part of the poison king's family

As the grandmother was talking, she raised her right hand affectionately. Some aunt or aunt at the side cut off the little finger of her right hand with a knife. She didn't cry or scream, because She is a member of the Poison King's family, and a small piece of the real little finger will be put on it, and a unique poison is hidden inside: just one breath, as long as the nails of the little finger scratch the skin, the poison penetrates, and only one breath At the time of death, he died of poison, so the poison has such a weird name. The Poison King's family is also a family of killers. Everyone obeys the order of the grandmother, and no one can disobey it. Therefore, when she received the order from the grandmother three days ago, and it was his name, she had to execute it too!

Beads of sweat began to ooze from his face, his earnest expression looked very cute, panting, she tried her best to raise her head, licked off the sweat from the tip of his nose, and hugged him even tighter tight. He didn't even notice a slight tingling on his back at all, he didn't feel that her fake nails scratched a bloodstain on his back at all, he just saw that there were tiny beads of sweat on her nose, and wanted to stick out her tongue Lick the sweat away, but once the tongue sticks out, it can't be retracted. The name that is only called once is not called for nothing!

His whole expression was extremely happy, except for sticking out his tongue, he looked a little weird. She pushed him away and cried behind his back, only thinking of one thing: He said that it is extremely rare to be able to die like this, and he is willing!