The Villain Always Wants To Kill Me

In the season of warm days and cool nights, there is a breeze during the day, with a slight warmth. At night, if you forget to close the window, the wind that pours in will inevitably bring in the cold.

The night wind knocked on the window, making a slight noise, which was especially piercing in this silent night. A ray of cold moonlight came in from the half-opened window and shone on Tao Jingyi's bedside, unable to dispel the dryness in her heart.

Tao Jingyi wrapped himself in the quilt and turned over.

The scene of stabbing Duan Feibai in the daytime is lingering in her mind, as soon as she closes her eyes, the intense bright red will pierce the darkness and slowly fade away in front of her eyes.

Duan Feibai raised his head through his **** eyes, and slowly smiled towards her.

"I owe you a sword, I will pay you back." He said.

Tao Jingyi closed her eyes tightly and blocked her ears with her fingers, neither looking nor listening, but that scene was like a curse, deeply engraved in her mind, even if she didn't look or listen, she spontaneously circling in the depths of my mind.

Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, after about a quarter of an hour, she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed.

The sword that stabbed Duan Feibai was hanging beside her bed, and in a trance, blood seemed to flow out of the scabbard slowly.

Tao Jingyi's heart shuddered, and he rubbed his eyes with his hands.

A sword is still a sword, there is no blood color, it is just my own illusion.

She picked up the clothes beside the bed and put them on, took down the sword, and walked into the courtyard.

There is a water tank in the yard, and the water in the water tank is newly filled every day. She picks up a water gourd made of a gourd, scoops up half of the water, pulls out the blade, and rinses it.

This sword had been washed during the day, but Tao Jingyi always felt that the blade smelled fishy. As long as she remembered that the blood belonged to Duan Feibai, the stench would become strong, making her feel panicked.

"After so long, I'm still not used to seeing blood, maybe it's because I don't belong to this world." She murmured in a low voice, finding an explanation for her flustered and at a loss.

Anyway, definitely not because the person she stabbed was Duan Feibai.

Won't-

Tao Jingyi shook his head, clenched his teeth, endured the coldness of the night, and stretched his hand into the water tank.

When she scooped up half a ladle of water again and washed it against the blade, a hand suddenly reached out from behind her, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and pulled the sword out of her hand.

Tao Jingyi raised her head. Under the moonlight, Dongfang Yue stood behind her at some point, holding her sword in her hand.

His cheeks were covered with a layer of moonlight, and his eyes were fixed on the blade: "Since this sword has become a knot in your heart, you can no longer keep it by your side."

After all, with force in his hand, the long sword flew out of his hand, and a silver light flashed across. When he fixed his eyes again, the sword had been nailed into the rock beside him, leaving only the hilt outside, but there was not a trace of crack on the surface of the stone. No.

What kind of internal force is this! Tao Jingyi looked at Dongfang Yue in shock.

Dongfang Yue said softly: "It's getting late, Junior Sister should go to bed early."

***

late at night.

The cold moon is like frost.

In Lanyue Xiaozhu, only one room is still lit. Duan Feibai leaned against the head of the bed, the dim candlelight reflected his face.

The sword wound on his chest had already been bandaged, and because the wound was relatively new, it was inevitable that blood would bleed out, staining the white clothes red.

There was a medicine bowl beside his bed, the medicine bowl was already empty, only a layer of black medicine juice remained at the bottom of the bowl.

A bandage was wrapped around his palm, and a broken mahogany hairpin was held between his fingers. The mahogany hairpin had a dark red color because it was stained with blood.

Duan Feibai's eyes fell on the hairpin, revealing tenderness.

tuk tuk tuk —

There were three light sounds outside the window, three long and two short, very regular. Duan Feibai retracted his gaze, and stuffed the hairpin back under the pillow.

The window was pushed open, and then a figure jumped in from outside.

A strong smell of medicine rushed towards him, Heron frowned, feeling a little uneasy, walked quickly to Duan Fei's white window, knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "Heron has seen the master."

"Get up." Duan Feibai said.

Helu stood up and looked up at Duan Feibai. Duan Feibai's face was pale, as if he was extremely weak, Helu worried: "Master's body..."

"Small injuries, you can't die." Duan Feibai interrupted him.

Duan Feibai didn't want to talk about his wife, but Helu didn't dare to ask further questions. This lady is the white moonlight in front of Duan Feibai's bed, and the cinnabar mole on his heart, even if he dies for her, he is willing. In order to win Madam's heart back, not to mention being stabbed with a sword by her, even if Madam wanted his head, he would take off his head with a smile and hand it to her with both hands.

It's just that it's the martial arts conference right now, if Duan Feibai is injured, if he can't keep the next ranking, it won't be a waste of all his previous efforts.

Duan Feibai knew Heron's concerns, and said calmly, "You don't have to worry, I have my own measure."

Duan Feibai is proficient in medical skills, he knows the condition of the injury, and he never pays attention to those idiots.

"The master is devoted to his wife, but the wife's thoughts on the master are not necessarily..." Hen Lu hesitated to speak. Since ancient times, love has been difficult to break, and even eminent monks have asserted that Duan Feibai may suffer from love in his life, so Duan Ling presented him with the love-breaking sword, and was vigilant day and night.

"What do you have to say, don't hesitate." Although Duan Feibai was injured and weak, his momentum remained undiminished.

"This subordinate saw with his own eyes two days ago that Madam met other men privately in the middle of the night." Helu gritted his teeth.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Duan Feibai's eyes became sharper. Helu quickly knelt down and pleaded guilty: "This subordinate definitely did not intend to frame Madam, please forgive me, Master."

There is never a shortage of men around Tao Jingyi, and all those men stare covetously at her delicious piece of meat, wishing to take one bite back to their nests, and Feng Linzhi is one of them.

"Could it be that Feng Linzhi is here too?" Duan Feibai murmured.

Helu shook his head: "This subordinate has met Master Feng before, it's not him, it's a strange young man."

"Go and find out his identity." Duan Feibai felt a sense of crisis in his heart. This is a man's intuition, which tells her that the appearance of this young man will make him lose everything.

Tao Jingyi stabbed Duan Feibai with a sword and became famous in the first battle. In just one night, his reputation spread throughout the world. Because of this battle, she even advanced directly, firmly sitting in the top five.

This result stunned everyone.

When the ranking results came out, Tao Jingyi was also in a daze.

In the next few days, Tao Jingyi fought Dongfang Yue, Shangguan Qi, and Shen Rou again. Unsurprisingly, she lost all three games, so her result was no longer in suspense, ranking fifth.

And Shangguan Qi fought with Shen Rou, Shen Rou lost, Shangguan Qi ranked third, and Shen Rou ranked fourth.

All that's left is the race for first place.

Due to Duan Feibai's injury, the leader of the Qin League allowed him to rest for a few games, which made Tao Jingyi heave a sigh of relief. As the chief culprit who stabbed Duan Feibai, she felt a little guilty in her heart. She never thought of asking him to return the sword to her, let alone taking advantage of his reputation to make herself famous in the world.

If because of her, his revenge plan is hindered, she will feel uneasy.

The day Duan Feibai played, his complexion has improved a lot. Holding the Love Severing Sword, he stood on the high platform and looked towards Tao Jingyi from afar.

Tao Jingyi dodged his gaze guiltily, she knew that Duan Feibai had recognized her. But he didn't expose her in public, let alone question why she faked her death to deceive him.

He seems to be a normal person, these days he is huddled in the small building, and he is extremely obedient.

Since he didn't come to trouble Tao Jingyi, Tao Jingyi wouldn't foolishly send him to his door.

This was the first time Duan Feibai appeared in front of her after being stabbed by her.

Tao Jingyi turned his head and looked in other directions, but when he turned his head, he met Shen Rou's gaze embarrassingly.

The seat of the Zixia faction is located next door to Xijiange, and Shen Rou is only separated from her by a table and chair, with deep probing eyes, guessing her true identity.

The girls sitting next to Shen Rou were also looking at Tao Jingyi, some were curious, disdainful, contemptuous, and most of them were jealous.

Making Duan Feibai lose willingly can only prove one problem, this woman has an unusual status in Duan Feibai's heart.

When Tao Jingyi fought Duan Feibai, anyone with eyes could tell that Duan Feibai did it on purpose.

His purpose was obvious, since Tao Jingyi wanted to compete for the position of leader, then he offered the position of leader with both hands. As long as he wants, he can remove all obstacles in front of her for her.

Tao Jingyi smiled politely at Shen Rou, then looked away, and grabbed a handful of melon seeds on the plate.

The competition on the stage has already begun.

Duan Feibai and Dongfang Yue stood face to face on the high platform, one with black hair in snow, a gentleman, and one in blue, unparalleled in style.

Both of these two are well-known sword masters in the Jianghu. They became famous at a young age and their reputation spread far and wide. No matter in terms of appearance or character, it is difficult to distinguish between them.

It is only on the high stage where the main players of the martial arts conference can see these two people fighting in a fair and honest manner. It doesn't matter who wins or loses in this battle, the important thing is to be able to witness this battle with your own eyes.

Tao Jingyi's eyes quietly fell on Duan Feibai's body, his face had returned to ruddy, presumably after these few days of recuperation, the injuries on his body were almost healed.

In a duel between masters, if there is a slight mistake, the whole game will be lost. Tao Jingyi was still a little worried that his stab would change the result of the competition in the original book.

Although Duan Feibai did not take the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance in the original book, he did win the first place in the martial arts competition.

Duan Feibai held the Severing Love Sword in his hand, stroking the hilt with his fingers, a silver light flashed, and the blade was out of its sheath.

Dongfang Yue also pulled out the Spring Water Sword, the blade was like spring water, reflecting his cold eyes.

This was the first time in a long time that he took the initiative to pull out the Spring Water Sword. The last time Shangguan Qi forced him hard, it was nothing more than forcing him to draw out the three-inch sword.

It seems that in Dongfang Yue's eyes, Duan Feibai's opponent should not be underestimated.

After the two greeted each other, Duanqing and Chunshui, the two famous swords, finally ushered in their first confrontation.

In the original book, the contest between Duan Feibai and Dongfang Yue was described wonderfully.

Tao Jingyi raised his eyes, and wherever he looked, the high platform was almost shrouded in silver-white sword light.

The speed of the two was so fast that the people in the audience couldn't see how the two of them drew their swords at all. There was only a staggered sword shadow in front of them. When the sword shadow gradually dissipated, everyone took a closer look, and the result had already come out.

Duan Feibai held Duanqing in his hand, and the blade of the sword touched the ground, supporting his crumbling body.

Bright red blood trickled down his arm and dripped onto the ground.

With the Spring Water Sword, blood is bound to be seen when the sword is drawn. It is self-evident who injured this sword mark.

And not far from him, Dongfang Yue knelt on one knee, her face was pale, and her hands were empty.

Everyone's eyes wandered on the high platform, and it took a while to find the Chunshui sword.

The Chunshui sword was nailed to the pillar behind Duan Feibai, and the sharp blade was slightly entangled.

A swordsman loses his sword, proof, he's lost.

Because it's a martial arts contest, so Dongfang Yue loses with the sword. If it were normal, Dongfang Yue's loss this time would be her life.