Marry a Villain ( 嫁反派 ) - Chapter 104

[Chapter 103 Past Life II]

Ning Yin could already anticipate the next scene.

Yu Lingxi’s secret joy will soon be replaced by panic, and then begging under the blade of a knife. When she finds that pleading is useless, she will curse in despair…

Many emotions bloomed like flowers on her beautiful and sad face, and then stopped abruptly.

Ning Yin waited patiently.

But Yu Lingxi walked to the door, turned back slowly, and stood there with her head lowered and her eyes closed.

The interest in Ning Yin’s eyes sank.

“Just want to die?” he asked.

Yu Lingxi shook her jade head lightly, and said softly, “Besides the palace, there is another cage. The girl just feels that it is better to continue to live a life than to die, and it is better to die cleanly.”

This woman is extremely boring, but she looks interesting.

So he laughed, and snorted very softly, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

He passed the slender girl in the scarlet skirt, walked slowly to the chair and sat down, his cheeks that were getting paler and paler in the darkness were like a ghostly cold, and he said calmly, “Do you know the method of this king?” ．biqiudu. com

Yu Lingxi didn’t say a word, not sure whether to nod or shake his head.

“With your appearance, it is best to peel off the complete skin and hang it under the eaves to make a beauty lamp.”

Ning Yin picked up the conversation by himself, and rubbed the jade handle of the cane with his fingertips, “In order to ensure that the color of the skin is not damaged, I have to peel it alive.”

He spoke every word, deliberately, with grace and clarity.

Yu Lingxi lowered her head lower, her two eyelashes trembled like crow feathers, and clenched her ten fingers.

Be ruthless, increase your strength.

Last night, she injured her hand when she held the blade. Without treatment, the wound soon oozes blood and dripped onto the floor tiles along the gap between her fingers.

Yu Lingxi looked at the scar on her palm, and after a long time, she pursed her red lips and said, “There is a wound on the girl’s body, which destroys the integrity of the human skin. The lamp that is peeled off may leak.”

The implication: Is it possible to change the way of death?

Ning Yin was amazed at her lack of oil and salt, and the patience in her heart was already extreme.

He leaned against the back of the chair, watched her for a while, and said gently, “Come here.”

Yu Lingxi hesitated for a moment, but still supported her knees that were almost weak, and moved lightly to the handsome and sullen Prince Regent step by step.

She couldn’t see how she was moving, but she felt a chill on her neck, and Ning Yin pinched her neck.

Calling it “pinch” is actually not accurate, because Ning Yin’s slender and powerful fingers pressed against her slender neck and didn’t seem to be exerting any effort.

But for some reason she just couldn’t breathe, and the air instantly became thin.

Yu Lingxi’s cheeks gradually showed a magnificent red, like a flower blooming warmly before dying. She opened her lips to breathe in vain, but did not struggle.

Here again, this kind of calm after deliberately provoking him, “seeing death as home”.

Ning Yin seemed to be holding a lifeless clay figurine and let go of his hand indifferently.

The corners of Yu Lingxi’s eyes were reddish, and she immediately leaned on the ground and panted.

The soft black hair hung down from behind her ears, like a pouring splash of ink, which made her white face breakable and fragile.

It’s so rare for such a seemingly delicate woman who dares to manipulate his mind. It would be a pity to kill her by obeying her will.

Ning Yin reached out her hand gently and pinned her stray hair behind her ears, having a new idea.

…

Since then, every time Ning Yin came out of the dormitory, she could see the woman kneeling far away under the corridor, and asked softly, “Will the lord kill me today?”

If he said “yes”, Yu Lingxi would try his best to live the last day of his life, then pack up his appearance and wait for death in peace.

But every time, Ning Yin would not kill her.

He was waiting for the day when her psychological defense line collapsed.

Half a month later, Yu Lingxi was still alive.

Ning Yin even acquiesced to the attendant: no matter what material requirements she asks, she will try her best to meet them.

This is a preferential treatment that has never been seen in the palace. For a time, many attendants were in awe of Yu Lingxi, thinking that she was about to fly up the branches and become a phoenix…

It’s a pity that this “Phoenix” didn’t live up to its expectations, and was worried for a long time.

After many days, I was sick.

Ning Yin was busy killing dissidents, and when he recalled that no one had come to ask “Kill me or not” for many days, Yu Lingxi had few words of vigor.

The sick beauty on the couch was breathing weakly, withering like a flower that had lost its nutrients, her chapped lips were rapidly opening and closing, and she uttered vague ravings.

Ning Yin leaned on a cane and leaned closer, only to hear her calling “Daddy”.

She said she was so cold and wanted to go home.

“The tomb of the Yu family is connected to the mountains, you have no home.”

Ning Yin sneered at her mercilessly.

Rarely had leisure and grace, he picked up a chipped porcelain bowl on the desk, pinched her cheek, and forced a bit of tea from the bottom of the bowl into her mouth.

Although the tea was cold and turbid, and most of it dripped down the corner of her mouth into her collar, she still shocked the attendants.

Ning Yin has not served others for a long time since he left Xiandu in the Desire Realm.

It’s not because of pity. He doesn’t recognize his six relatives. He can even kill his own father. He has long since lost his emotions.

The spider will fatten the prey that has fallen into the web, and then swallow it in one bite to enjoy the ultimate delicacy. But if the prey dies before it is fattened, it will be too disappointing.

His heart is much more ruthless than a spider.

With Ning Yin’s acquiescence, Yu Lingxi quickly recovered.

In less than half a month, she was able to get down and walk around.

I don’t know if it was what Yu Lingxi dreamed about when she was confused, or was thinking about unfinished tasks. After she recovered, her will to survive was much stronger.

Occasionally, she would dare to cook tea and wine for Ning Yin, but she no longer asked her when she died. Although she was still weak, the brilliance in her eyes was obviously much brighter.

She’s dying now, that’s fine.

In a sunny and warm late autumn, Ning Yin seized the opportunity and called her in front of him.

A bowl of dark brown soup was already placed on the table. Judging from the names of more than a dozen poisonous insects and poisonous snakes on the prescription beside it, this medicine must be very scary.

“This king has been refining poison recently, and there is a shortage of a drug tester.”

He folded his hands against the seat, raised his chin slightly and gestured to her, “Drink.”

Unprepared, Yu Lingxi was left in a daze.

She should have understood long ago that the notorious Prince Regent would not easily accommodate her, and the quiet and peaceful days of these days were nothing but a game of water and moon mirrors.

Ning Yin was quite satisfied with her response, and her face as delicate as a hibiscus finally showed turbulent and overlapping emotions, rather than a deadly desire for death.

Sure enough, after raising it for a month before starting, the taste is much better.

Ning Yin couldn’t tell why he was bothering Yu Lingxi so much, maybe it was revenge for being pinched by her several times when he first met, or maybe he was just enjoying the destruction, seeing others in pain, he was happy… …

After all, what’s the point of a madman?

“Drink, or is this king feeding you?”

He tapped slowly with his knuckles on the jade handle of the cane, a symbol of his impatience.

Yu Lingxi didn’t want to know what would happen to the regent’s impatience.

She was forced to drink the soup and sat for a while before asking with a choked voice, “Is this medicine going away quickly?”

“If this king knows, what kind of medicine do you want to try?”

Ning Yin pressed his fingers against his temples, and said nonsense in a serious manner, “If it is fast, a quarter of an hour will pass, if it is slow…”

He deliberately lengthened his tone, lazily and gloomily: “…but maybe.”

Yu Lingxi nodded, then sat in front of the dressing table and began to brush her hair and make up.

Even if she were to die, she would die cleanly and beautifully, and meet her parents and siblings under Quanxia in the most beautiful manner…

Tears finally overflowed at the thought of her deceased relatives, moistening her cheeks.

Ning Yin’s eyes moved with her movements with interest.

She turned her back to herself, quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, lowered her head a few times, took a deep breath, and repainted her brows with red eyes.

After the onset of the drug’s effect, she staggered to her feet, dragged her heavy body onto the couch, turned her back up, and put her hands on her chest, waiting for the death.

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People who have died once from a serious illness cherish their lives, and they are not reconciled after all.

Ning Yin savored the forbearance on her face, and sneered, “If you have any last words, say it quickly.”

Yu Lingxi thought about it for a long time, and then said softly in the extreme sleepiness: “If I am a ghost, I will definitely come back to the prince…”

After saying that, he closed his eyes, took a long breath, and fell into a deep drowsiness.

Leaving the Prince Regent sitting on the edge of the couch sadly, wishing he could wake her up.

He stretched out his hand to compare the slender neck of the girl, put his five fingers together, then loosened them, and smiled morbidly: “Okay, when you become a ghost, don’t forget to come back to this king.”

He didn’t know it at the time, and it will be a prophecy years later.

…

Yu Lingxi didn’t expect that he would wake up one day.

Seeing the gloomy face beside the couch, Yu Lingxi’s heart tightened, and she thought aggrievedly: Could it be that this lunatic who is uncertain has chased her into hell to torture her?

Perhaps her expression was too dazed at the moment, and the madman rarely said a human word, propped his head up and said, “Don’t look at it, she’s still alive.”

Before Yu Lingxi’s chaotic brain was clear, he heard the low voice again, and said morbidly and gently: “After finishing the last words, why do you want to come back to this king? Huh?”

The cruel words are released, and people are not dead.

Yu Lingxi was speechless, could there be a worse situation than this?

[End of This Chapter]