After returning from Ye Yang Qingyan's place, Chen Xing fell into deep thought again.
Why would Ye Yang Qingyan help him? The reason seems insufficient. No conditions were put forward except asking him to kneel down but he failed to do so. This is very abnormal. Even the first family in Gray Corner City cannot afford to lose a loyal guard-level guard casually.
You know, the guardian-level strongman is the cornerstone of mankind's fight against mutant creatures. Even if he commits a serious crime, he will not be dealt with easily. The Ye Yang family may have more than a dozen guardian-level strong men, and even lord-level ones, but every strong man is an important resource for the family and cannot be lost easily.
What exactly is Ye Yang Qingyan planning?
Chen Xing thought about it to his head, but he couldn't figure it out.
In the middle of the night, Ye Yangqingyan knocked on Chen Xing's door and signaled that he could take action. Although Chen Xing didn't think clearly about the stakes involved, since the other party proposed such a plan, he would go take a look and act accordingly.
Arriving at Ye Yang Qingyan's room, the middle-aged female guard raised her head and lay on the sofa. His eyes were closed, and there was a slight snoring coming from his nose, as if he was sleeping deeply. A few buttons on the chest were open. Looking from above, one could see the chestnut skin inside, which was healthy and shiny. Further down, a deep ravine comes into view, rising and falling with the rhythm of breathing, looming.
On the small table next to it were several bottles of uncorked red wine, and two goblets with red residue visible.
"Let's do it. I poured two bottles of red wine into her and she was as drunk as a sow." Ye Yang Qingyan said.
The female guard's breathing was very steady, and there was no abnormality visible. Moreover, Chen Xing did not feel any danger. In other words, this thing is probably true.
"What are you waiting for?"
Ye Yang Qingyan urged. Chen Xing looked around, and after confirming again that there was no ambush, he took out the ripper from his clothes.
The sharp blade flashed coldly under the orange-red desk lamp, and a chill arose spontaneously. There is no doubt that as long as the knife is stabbed, blood will spatter three feet. The sleeping female guard raised her head, spread her hands on the armrests on both sides, and raised her chest high, as if she was actively welcoming the knife.
"Go in from here, and then twist it..." Ye Yangqingyan pointed to the position under the ribs and said.
Chen Xing held the handle of the knife, his palms became sweaty, and his breathing became uncontrollably heavy. With just one strike, he would be able to escape from the sea of suffering and see Ye Yang, Bailiu, and Su Na...
The land of tenderness seems so close that you can reach out and touch it.
However, he has yet to take action. Killing an innocent, defenseless woman made him struggle immensely. This kind of thing is really too mean. Even though he doesn't have much sense of honor in his heart, his moral bottom line is similar to that of ordinary mercenaries. He adheres to the principles of the wilderness, the weak eats the strong, and interests come first.
But at this moment, he really hesitated.
Ye Yang Qingyan did not disturb him and waited quietly beside him. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
This seems to be the only chance he has to go back. For the sake of his woman and his own development, he doesn't have much choice.
With this thought in mind, he slowly approached him, pressed his left hand on the opponent's chest, and moved the tip of the knife to the bottom of his ribs. He could stab it in with just a little force. The hands give back elasticity and heat, as well as the slow beating of the heart.
"call……"
He took a deep breath, grasped the handle of the knife again, and was about to use force. But at this moment, the corner of his eye caught Ye Yang Qingyan's eyes.
Sparks flashed in the dark eyes.
Cunning, triumphant, contemptuous.
In an instant, he understood the other party's intention. There is no trap here. With one strike, he can definitely kill this innocent woman.
Ye Yang Qingyan's purpose is not to kill his people, but to kill his heart and destroy his soul. Because only in this way will Ye Yang Bailiu really give up on him.
There are things that can be done and things that cannot be done. Even if he is an ant, he is still an ant standing on top of the world. He has been a man in three lives and has experienced countless things, but he has never done anything with a guilty conscience.
Once he becomes a thief, even if no one knows, he himself knows that he is a thief who steals people's things. Without money, you can make money, without strength, you can exercise, but without the heart of a strong person, it will be completely destroyed.
Under Ye Yang Qingyan's strange gaze, Chen Xing took back the knife and put it back into his clothes. He has completely sobered up. Even if he really kills someone and destroys his personality with his own hands, Ye Yang Qingyan may not be able to take him away.
The laws of the world are not so easy to break. Even Nova doesn't dare to go beyond it, so why should they? At least for now, with his and Ye Yang Qingyan's abilities, they can't do it. Instead of doing this, why do you do things that go against your conscience?
And even if you really want to do it, you should do it in an upright and upright manner. The winner lives, the loser dies, life and death are determined by fate.
"I appreciate your kindness."
After saying that, Chen Xing strode out of the room. The cool breeze blowing through the walkway is refreshing. It was as if he had just experienced a great battle and finally defeated his opponent. Exhaustion reveals a hearty, joyful feeling. Suddenly, it was as if some shackles were broken in the body, and the torrent rushed to the limbs and bones, opening up a new world.
Quietly, the fragmented spiritual pool reassembled to form a larger pool.
In his decision of faith, he broke through the boundaries and reached the second level of tower building.
Looking at Chen Xing's leaving figure, Ye Yang Qingyan's expression became extremely complicated.
"Sister, is this the person you chose?" She murmured in a low voice, her expression dull and her eyes blurred.
The moment Chen Xing turned around, her heart was beating fast, as if something was rushing inside and about to jump out of her chest. She seemed to be able to hear the sound of "dong dong dong" and her breathing became rapid. She also drank a lot of red wine just now. She originally had a good drinking capacity, but for some reason, she suddenly became drunker.
Under the influence of alcohol, her face turned red, waves of heat came from her ears, and she felt dizzy, making her almost unsteady. She quickly stretched out her hand to hold the wine cabinet next to her, but her body felt limp, as if her strength had been drained away in an instant. It took all of his strength to stand still without falling to the ground.
She stumbled to the door, closed the door hard, locked it, and leaned against the door, panting. As if he had lost all strength, his back slid down against the door panel and sat down on the ground.
"Chen Xing, I hate you, I hate you..."
She murmured absently, her eyes empty, like a puppet without a soul.
