A Hundred Ways To Kill A Heartthrob

~: Kill that beauty (39)

The closer it is, the more painful it is. Shen Jue couldn't help thinking about the reason why Lu Zhidao didn't remove the shackles for him. Perhaps that was the meaning.

Lu Zhidao wanted him to retreat.

As he walked to the upper Lin Chuyan step by step, the laughter in the hall gradually calmed down, and even the sound of silk and bamboo stopped. Those beauties turned their sights on Shen Jue's body, they didn't speak, they just watched.

The only ones who didn't watch Shen Jue were probably the three people sitting in the upper ranks.

The attention of the three people was only on each other, and they did not notice Shen Jue at all.

When Shen Jue walked to the upper nine steps, the young man in Lin Chuyan's arms finally turned his head and glanced at Shen Jue. As soon as he saw it, his eyes widened, but soon he bit his lower lip and nestled in Lin Chuyan's arms more and more, "Xianjun, another newcomer is here."

The words are endless and lonely. With his beautiful face, it is really pitiful, so Lin Chuyan is really pitiful, holding the boy’s face in one hand, and comforting: "Don’t worry, no matter how many people come, I like Qin Jiao."

As soon as these words came out, the charming young man next to him couldn't sit still, "Then what about me? Does Xianjun only like Qin Jia?"

"Ling You naturally like it too." Lin Chuyan comforted the two beauties in his arms.

The three of them were busy talking, and no one noticed Shen Jue who had walked in front of him. Shen Jue is now the distance from Lin Chuyan, as long as he reaches out his hand, he can reach him, but the other party did not see him, and his attention has been completely absorbed by the two beauties in his arms.

The spell on the shackles was so painful that Shen Jue was almost unsteady. He gritted his teeth before reluctantly squeezing out, "Chu Yan, it's me, Shen Jue, do you remember me? Things in the world. I can explain, that was not my wish..."

He couldn't stand still because of the pain, he couldn't help reaching out to grab Lin Chuyan's arm, trying to take advantage of his strength to stand still, but before he touched the clothes, he had been violently beaten out by a spell.

The whole person rolled down from the jade steps, and his forehead hit the jade steps heavily. He hadn't stood up yet, and there was noise around him.

Some people exclaimed, some laughed, and others directly sarcastically said: "Oh, this newcomer is really not ashamed? It's better not to wear this body. I think you have cinnabar on your eyebrows, a picture of a little holy monk. Looks like, but it turns out to be more sloppy than a brothel whore."

It turned out that after Shen Jue fell, the black cloak on her body dispersed. As a result, the clothes under the cloak were recognized by everyone.

The young man named Qin Jiao also spoke out, but before he stopped the person who was sarcastic, "Don't say that. He is obviously dressed up by the female ghost on the Fengsong Hall."

"The female ghost in the Hall of Fengsong told him to dress like this. Does he wear it like this? It's shameful that he just wanted to touch the fairy at will." Another person sarcastically said.

Shen Jue raised his hand to touch the corner of his forehead, and when he put it down, there were blood stains on his fingertips. His eyelashes trembled, then he raised his eyes to look at the person sitting in the upper position. Lin Chuyan finally set his eyes on him, but there was no gentleness inside, only indifference.

Lin Chuyan put his arms around the two beauties and looked at him condescendingly. Shen Jue stood up with his hands on the ground, and just about to grasp the cloak on his body, someone walked over.

"What else to cover? Now that you wear it, it's better to show it to everyone." When the words fell, the man was about to pull Shen Jue's cloak. For some reason, his hostility towards Shen Jue was so great, but the others saw it and kept silent at the same time.

Even Qin Jiao who had spoken before was quiet.

Shen Jue was injured by two spells one after another. In fact, he has no strength now, but he is unwilling to be torn off his cloak in public. Therefore, even if the opponent pulls it no matter how much he pulls it, he will always hold on to his cloak and prevent him from letting him Ripped off.

Maybe Shen Jue's actions annoyed the person, and the person couldn't pull it off, so he raised his hand and hit Shen Jue hard in the face.

After this fight, everyone was shocked. Qin Jiao first looked at Lin Chuyan's face next to him, and saw that there was no response from the other party before he got up and walked on.

"Why is it so ugly? Everyone is waiting for Xianjun. This elder brother arrived for the first time and didn't understand the rules. He was excusable." He said, he had already walked to Shen Jue's forehead. With blood, he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over, "Wipe the blood from your forehead."

Shen Jue slowly turned his face back, facing the white handkerchief he handed over. Although he thanked him in a low voice, he did not accept it. Instead, he raised his head and looked at Lin Chuyan again.

Lin Chuyan sat in the upper position with a calm expression, as if the farce below had nothing to do with him.

Yes, it doesn't matter.

He and Lin Chuyan have known each other for only two years, and the other party is not a real mortal, but a fairy. For mortals, two years were just a flash, let alone a fairy. He ruined Lin Chuyan’s robbery, but it was too late for Lin Chuyan to hate him. Now that he is not cured of his crime, it is already Lin Chuyan’s kindness.

He needs Lin Chuyan to die for him willingly in order to break through the realm. Now Lin Chuyan is going through the robbery and it is normal that he no longer pays attention to this obstacle.

People have their own wishes.

What Lu Zhidao had warned him long ago was that he still had some illusions.

Thinking of this, Shen Jue raised his hand and wiped the blood on his forehead, then turned and left.

Qin Jiao was taken aback when Shen Jue turned around, "Where are you going?"

Shen Jue didn't answer. No one came to stop him this time. He came out of the temple smoothly. The guide standing outside the third door was stunned when she saw Shen Jue. The few guides looked at each other, and one of them whispered: "Xianjun is not a harsh person."

"Excuse me, adults, I want to leave here." Shen Jue said softly.

It was Akatori who sent him up just now, and now it would be difficult to get down if he relied on his own legs.

He really doesn't have much strength now, and being able to stand up straight out of the hall just now is already his limit.

"Wait, let's invite the 36th congress." They were talking about the only 36 ghosts.

Shen Jue waited for a while, only to see thirty-six ghosts appearing, the other party seemed to rush over, and his long hair was a little messy compared to before.

"How did you... make it like this?" He saw the wound on Shen Jue's forehead and the palm print on Shen Jue's cheek.

"I offended Xianjun. Thirty-six Master, can you send me back to Sandian?" He has no energy to walk back now.

Thirty-six paused, then nodded, "Let's go."

...

When Shen Jue went back, Lu Zhidao was in the house. He was not surprised to see Shen Jue like this, but he asked the little demon behind him to help Shen Jue go back to rest, and then he asked the thirty-six ghosts to have a tea.

After the thirty-six ghosts left, he went to the house where Shen Jue currently lives.

Shen Jue had changed his clothes and was lying on the bed. Although his eyes were open, he had no focus.

"The injury on your forehead needs to be repaired. There is a ghost tailor who specializes in repairing skins in the underworld. When you get better tomorrow, take the jade medal I gave you to find her. She is in the fifth hall, and you tell the ghost chase about you Find a ghost tailor and they will take you there.” Lu Zhidao said, seeing the clothes that Shen Jue had thrown on the stool. He reached for the clothes and took a look, and couldn't help taking a breath.

The clothes were stacked several times on top of each other, but it was better than nothing, and he found that just by pulling off the belt, the whole clothes could fall apart and fall to the ground.

"What kind of clothing is this?" Lu Zhidao slightly twisted his eyebrows and looked at Shen Jue again. He was suddenly worried when he saw people who didn't speak but opened his eyes. "You won't go to Wangchuan River later, right?"

"No." Shen Jue finally spoke. He turned his eyes to Lu Zhidao beside the bed, "Why do you always think I can jump?"

Lu Zhidao said: "Because you are very similar to the ghosts I have seen jumping Wangchuanhe before. I am not talking about the appearance, but the feeling for me, but I still have to say something. Jumping Wangchuanhe will not be a relief, only It is the beginning of millennia of pain."

"Yeah." Shen Jue calmed down after answering the word. Seeing this, Lu Zhidao knew that Shen Jue didn't want to say more, so he went out.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Jue got up from the bed and sat down on the window sill. He bent one leg and put his hand on the bent leg at will, looking sideways at Wangchuan River not far away.

The Wangchuan River in the night is a little different from the Wangchuan River in the day. The water of the Wangchuan River in the night is glowing with blue light, the surface of the river is shimmering, and there are obviously no stars, but the stars are reflected on it.

He stared for a long time, finally tilting his head back and leaning his upper body against the window.

The moonlight outside fell on his snow-white face and the cinnabar mole on his forehead. The cinnabar mole was painted by a female ghost in Fengsong Hall. I don’t know what material it used. Shen Jue wanted to wash it before. After washing it for a long time, he didn’t wash it off.

It was a cold face, without long hair, and now there is a cinnabar mole, the whole person looks less and less like a ghost, just as the person in the ten temples mocked Shen Jue.

Shen Jue looks like a little holy monk now, but the kind of little holy monk that people can't help but want to destroy.

I want his eyebrows to be stained by the red dust, I want him to stop being cold and alienated.

"Fake." Shen Jue said softly, "This is all fake, the underworld is fake, Wangchuanhe is fake, Lu Zhidao is fake, and Lin... Chu Yan is also fake. Master, I will definitely go back. ."

The last sentence is almost inaudible.

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