Yu Lingxi was so nervous that she untied a white jade belt for a long time.

Ning Yin was not in a hurry, she tapped her thigh with her index finger unhurriedly, without changing her posture at all.

The candle was brightly lit, and from Ning Yin's perspective, she could see her fragile and fair neck extending to the depth of her collar, which was more alluring than the finest suet jade.

He saw through everything, with a lazy expression, enjoying Yu Lingxi's clumsy overtures in leisure time.

Even though she was as cool as Ning Yin, she had to admit that Yu Lingxi's skin was extremely beautiful. Even though her status is no longer noble now, her icy muscles and bones are still bright and beautiful, and even her hair seems to be shining under the lights.

The light made Ning Yin feel uncomfortable, making people want to pull it off and crush it between fingers. Not to mention, she was pleasing herself for another man.

He quietly looked at the busy beauty with blushing cheeks under the light, and said calmly, "Yu Lingxi, you really overestimate yourself."

His eyes seemed to be condensed with black ice, handsome and deep, revealing darkness and coldness.

Yu Lingxi was sweating thinly from her temples, feeling extremely wronged in her heart: "Whether it's high or not, you have to... try it out."

The raw silk around her waist was undone, and her skirts were piled up at her feet. She shrank slightly in the chilly spring.

Then she tremblingly wrapped her arms around his neck, moved closer, held her breath, and printed the soft fragrance on Ning Yin's cool thin lips.

Seeing that he didn't make a sound, she boldly moved up again and licked the tip of his straight nose.

Anyway, after getting along for two years, she knows how to smooth the hair of a lunatic.

If he was in a good mood that night, it would just be harder; if he was in a bad mood, he would see blood.

Unfortunately, the madman didn't know what stimulated him tonight, and he was in a bad mood.

"Smile." Ning Yin ordered coldly in the dark tent.

Compared with his neat clothes, Yu Lingxi was much more embarrassed. She felt extremely uncomfortable all over, her stomach was burning, and she barely moved the corners of her mouth, unable to smile.

Ning Yin raised her eyebrows, obviously dissatisfied.

He pinched Yu Lingxi's lips and pulled them to the sides. The lip was bitten by him, and it was still bleeding, which was a color more gorgeous than lip balm.

It wasn't until she was pulled out into a nondescript smirk, her eyes blurred with pain, that Ning Yin let her go and laughed so hard that her chest shook.

He propped his temples and leaned against the head of the couch, stretched out his fingers and pressed Yu Lingxi's lips, and slowly wiped the oozing blood evenly, with a low voice and a smile: "Such a small mouth, how dare you eat this book?" king?"

The joking words made Yu Lingxi's cheeks tingle.

She used to be a radiant and noble daughter of the general's mansion, dignified and arrogant. For two years, she endured fear and pain, thinking that she had nothing to care about, but when she heard Ning Yin's joking words remind her how humble she is now, she was so wronged that she shed tears.

There was a burning pain in her stomach, her body was uncomfortable and her heart was also uncomfortable, something tense was about to break, and Yu Lingxi didn't know where her courage came from.

She stared at the red almond eyes, tried her best to break free from Ning Yin's restraint, and wanted to leave, but was easily pulled back to the bed and imprisoned.

Unconvinced, she kicked Ning Yin's left leg while struggling, and both of them froze for a moment.

His permanently disabled left leg is his reverse scale, no one dares to touch it, let alone be kicked.

Ning Yin's handsome face instantly sank, "tsk", pinched Yu Lingxi's jaw and sneered, "Why are you climbing on such a thin-skinned bed?"

Yu Lingxi also knew that she had stepped on his bottom line, and she froze like a quail in fright.

She wanted to say something, but she only felt a surge of abdominal pain.

Then his vision became dizzy and his whole body panted like a fish in a marsh, without a single sound coming out of his throat.

Ning Yin stared at her ugly face, only thinking that since she met the surname Xue, she didn't even want to do superficial perfunctory.

If it was normal, she would have posted it early, coaxing each other softly.

"It's only now that I start to hate this king, is it too late?"

Ning Yin was unhappy, so naturally he would not let others be happy.

He couldn't help but grab Yu Lingxi's kicking ankle, and said in a dark voice: "Why don't you break your legs and put a chain on them, so that you don't even have the strength to climb out of the house to meet your old friend, so you can be obedient..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The last scene Yu Lingxi saw was a mouthful of black blood spurting out like an arrow, splashing on Ning Yin's snow-white skirt.

Then there was a severe cramping pain in his abdomen, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

…

Yu Lingxi didn't expect her life to be lost like this.

After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't figure out why she died suddenly. Couldn't he be scared to death by Ning Yin?

It's outrageous, very outrageous!

For three whole days, her soul floated under the beams of the house, looking at her strange corpse lying on the ice bed, from disbelief to panic, to numbness and acceptance...

She finally thought discouraged: It's okay to die, the lunatic can't be mad at herself anymore.

I don't know where Ning Yin will throw her body, will she burn it clean, or throw the straw mat into a mass grave?

But she never expected that Ning Yin would not organize a funeral for her or set up a mourning hall.

She didn't even bother to donate a straw mat, and let her body be forgotten in the dark small room, lying there day after day.

Probably because she was not buried, Yu Lingxi's soul could not enter the land of reincarnation in Jiuquan, so she just wandered beside Ning Yin like a ghost, gritted her teeth and watched him make troubles and kill people.

On the third day after Yu Lingxi's death, Ning Yin went to his uncle Zhao Hui's mansion.

He didn't say a word when he entered the door, he only asked people to list more than a dozen crimes such as corruption, dereliction of duty, etc., and detained dozens of people from the Zhao family.

Uncle Zhao Hui's face was ashen-colored in shock, and hurriedly brought out a piece of suet ancient jade and several boxes of treasures from the town house, and presented them to Ning Yin on his knees, begging him to spare him.

Ning Yin lifted his eyelids to look at the jade, and said with a smile: "Jade is a good jade, but it's a pity that it lacks some color."

My uncle thought that things were going to turn around, and as soon as he showed joy, he heard Ning Yin add a sentence lightly: "I heard that jade raised from human blood can be regarded as the real rare and best."

A cold light flashed, and the splattered blood had stained the blooming begonias in the Zhao Mansion red.

Zhao Hui fell down convulsively, and a pool of blood spread under his fat body, soaking the priceless suet jade into a strange crimson.

They didn't even have time to scream, and the Zhao Mansion became a purgatory on earth.

Even the ghost Yu Lingxi couldn't help but tremble when he saw such a cruel method.

Soon, only her cousin, Zhao Yuming, was left alive, but her face was more terrifying than that of a dead person, her eyes were wide open, and tears couldn't stop gushing out.

Ning Yin lifted Zhao Yuming's chin with a cane, and looked down at her soft and beautiful face. After a while, she said regretfully, "Your face reminds me of an old friend. It's a pity to kill her."

A glimmer of life flashed in Zhao Yuming's eyes, and he fell tremblingly, clutching Ning Yin's lower garment as if begging.

The next moment, the sharp blade hidden at the bottom of the cane stretched out, drawing a deep bloodstain on Zhao Yuming's delicate face, from the corner of his mouth to his temples.

Zhao Yuming covered his face and screamed.

Ning Yin watched coldly, and ordered the attendants: "Put her as a lowly person, and send her to the frontier military camp. Remember, don't let her seek death, some crimes are interesting only if she lives to suffer."

The door closed behind him, and Yu Lingxi's soul was forced to float away with him, her cousin Zhao Yuming's mournful cry still echoing in her mind.

Rao Zhao Hui deserved what he deserved, and Yu Lingxi didn't have much affection for his uncle's family. Seeing the miserable state of the Zhao family, he was more frightened than pleased.

Ning Yin said that Zhao Yuming's face reminded him of an old friend, and only Yu Lingxi knew that her cousin looked like her.

She didn't expect that Ning Yin hated her so much that she wanted to destroy a face that resembled her own, and even used it as a prostitute to be abused by others...

Yu Lingxi thought about it carefully. In the past two years, she has worked hard and worked hard without any credit. It seems that she has nothing to do to Ning Yin.

It can't be about hating the kick on the bed, right?

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have kicked him, you lunatic!

The fifth day of Yu Lingxi's death.

Ning Yin simply arrested the remaining members of the Yu family and exiled them together.

Then he leisurely went to the bottom floor of the prison in Dali Temple, admiring Xue Cen's tragic condition, and broke two of his fingers by the way.

Yu Lingxi almost cried angrily: Ning Yin is willing to not let the people around her go even though she is dead!

She floated behind Ning Yin in a daze, cursing at the villain, wishing she could turn into a ghost to take revenge on Ning Yin like in a novel.

But she couldn't, the slap she raised with all her strength passed through Ning Yin's body lightly, not even hurting a single strand of his hair.

On the sixth day after Yu Lingxi's death, Ning Yin seemed to have finally thought of her.

It was warmer in spring, even if there was an ice bed in the secret room, her body would not look good after being dead for so long.

Ning Yin seemed to be drunk, and his eyes showed a blurred state. He sat by the ice bed for a while, then took the rouge powder that Yu Lingxi used to use before he was alive, and slowly painted her eyebrows to touch up her makeup.

His painting skills are very good, and his makeup is exquisite and beautiful, but Yu Lingxi is really in no mood to appreciate it. Lost vitality, the powder applied on the face showed a fake white color, against the bright red lips, it looked weird no matter how you looked.

But Ning Yin didn't seem to notice, and even had the intention to press the corner of her lips and push it up, and said lazily: "Smile."

Sin!

Yu Lingxi was so angry that she almost lost her wits, and suspected that Ning Yin had some serious personality flaws, or hysterical madness.

My body is stiff, how can I laugh?

She couldn't laugh, never laughed again.

Ning Yin seemed to have finally realized this problem.

He was propped up on the ice bed, and the cold blue light hit his profile, as if it had been coated with a layer of cold frost.

He just kept his eyes down, motionless and silent.

On the first seven days, Yu Lingxi felt that her soul was as light as smoke, which could be dispersed by the wind.

But Ning Yin still didn't bury her in the ground.

He asked people to pack up all the things related to Yu Lingxi and locked them in the secret room.

He didn't even let the attendants in the mansion mention her name, and those who disobeyed the order would die.

Yu Lingxi was a little sad.

She knew that that small secret room was her final grave, without a license or a seat, not even a piece of paper money.

In the end, I was still unwilling, extremely unwilling.

I have never done anything harmful to nature, and I shouldn't have ended up like this.

Before falling into endless nothingness, her consciousness drifted into chaos:

If there is an afterlife, she will make that **** Ning Yin a cow and a horse, and pay for the sins he committed in this life!