Chapter 173

In the dark prison, a mountain like animal corpse was piled up, and a fierce black snake was unwilling to swallow its breath.

In the pool of blood all over the ground, Jize lay on his back exhausted and his chest heaved violently, as if his breath was filled with heavy iron filings, mixed with the bloody smell almost solidified in the air.

His over exerting hand was still shaking, and his left thigh was slightly twisted, showing a spasmodic state, and soon began to twitch.

Gradually, the expression on his face changed from pain to despair.

The breath is getting weaker and weaker.

It's still. It's like dead.

"Pa --"

Lin Lang opened the gold cover of the octagonal pocket watch and took a look at the Roman numerals on it.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

Time goes by minute by second.

Lin Lang listens casually, and his fingertips rub the Amethyst and red agate inlaid on the watch cover. His expression is extremely comfortable and leisurely.

"Master, he seems to be Dead... "

The people next to her changed a new heater, see the tragic situation in prison, carefully remind her.

"Is it?"

She refused to answer. After a while, she closed the watch cover with a slap.

The servant was startled by the sudden noise.

"Open the door for me."

Lin Lang put down the stove and blanket and ordered.

The tall and thin man took off a string of copper keys from his waist and opened the lock for her.

He stretched out his feet and kicked away the animal stumps that had fallen to the door. He turned his head, bent over and said, "come this way, so that you don't have to dirty your beautiful clothes with these cheap things."

"Well done." Lin Lang praised him for his kindness, and the servant worked harder.

Lin Lang came to the thick blood.

"Husband?"

She called, and no one answered.

Is the male Lord's aura so unshakable?

Lin Lang slightly straightened her legs and smashed the other side's face with the toe of her shoe. Her mouth was still soft as water. "Husband, wake up quickly. If you are dead, you will leave me alone. How can my concubine live?"

Suddenly, a bloody hand flashed out and grabbed her ankle.

The thick blood penetrated into the thin stockings.

"Oh

The servant on one side exclaimed.

He wanted to kick the "mischievous" hand with one foot. Later, he looked up and looked at his master. The other side's mouth was filled with a wonderful smile, which was like melting ice and snow. He suddenly withdrew his intention of meritorious service.

"My husband is not dead yet." Lin Lang said with a smile that she raised her other foot, mercilessly, and the sharp heel crushed in Jize's chest, the place closest to the heart. "Do you need my wife to take you on the road?"

"Zi --"

the wound that has not yet been healed is gushing blood due to her bad behavior, and the dark red shoe upper is splashed with blood beads.

"Oh, my husband, you see, I want you to talk well, you have to move your hands. Now, my shoes are all dirty by you - I like this pair of high-heeled shoes best, can you lick them clean? Well? " Lin Lang smiles and intensifies the strength of her feet.

Jize suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of black eyes are cold looking at her.

His body began to twitch again.

"Poof --"

he took a mouthful of blood.

Lin Lang didn't mind being soiled by him, so she continued to appreciate the tragedy of the man from another angle.

The man was frightened by the master's harshness, like a frightened quail, obedient in Lin Lang's side when a background board.

He was very glad that he was the master's follower, not the enemy.

Look at this man. What is it like?

I don't know if I can get out of this place alive, he thought.

"Are you happy to humiliate me like this?" Jize swallowed a mouthful of blood foam, and his stomach suddenly turned upside down. He tried to make his words clear enough to be heard by this vicious woman.

"Of course I am." Lin Lang whirled the heel of his shoes and tossed around his chest. "Seeing that my husband is like a little monkey who can't escape from the palm of my hand and is struggling to death, I'm so happy that I can eat an extra bowl of white rice tonight. It's all thanks to my husband's hard work. "

A sharp pain came from the chest, and Jize's physical strength was rapidly losing, and his hand was gradually released.

Although he is not willing to.

He pinched his arm hard, trying to stay awake, but in vain. His vision had become blurred, and now he could not see clearly.

"Let the doctor come and have a look Such an interesting toy What a pity to die... "

The last thing that stayed in my mind was the woman's slightly regretful laughter.Cold, like the devil.

Jize didn't know how long he was in a coma.

He had a dark and terrible dream. He dreamed that he was on a piece of wasteland, with a huge bloody full moon hanging on his head, which became the only bright color in a ten mile radius. He fixed his eyes on the dark curtain, which could not be seen. A pair of miserable green eyes were inlaid on the curtain, which gradually approached.

It's a pack of hungry, drooling jackals.

"Woo Hoo --"

one by one, they came up and bit his flesh and blood.

He woke up in sweat.

The feeling of palpitation was still seared in all parts of the body, which made him unable to get rid of the nightmare for a while, and his fingers trembled gently.

Suddenly, he was not used to hanging a large crystal ceiling lamp.

"What's wrong with my husband? Had a nightmare? "

A voice of concern came from the front.

Jize heart a tight, he looked up at each other.

Lin Lang was wearing the peacock blue velvet lace cheongsam that day when she attended the party. However, the gauze on her arm was replaced by a slightly thick brocade and silk. The white and bright snow was decorated with soft twigs and green lotus, and the dark green tassels in the corner swayed slightly with her steps.

There was no anger on her face. Instead, she came forward worried.

The woman put the jade bowl on the edge of the cupboard and reached for the temperature on his forehead.

Ji Ze subconsciously back, do not want to let the snake touch him.

"What tricks do you want to play?"

Because she had been treated severely by Lin Lang before, the man who tasted the taste of dying kept a high degree of vigilance to her every move.

He suspected that Lin Lang's hands were also poisoned, and he might die as soon as she touched him.

Lin Lang looks at the other side that a pair of grass and trees all soldiers' defensive posture feels funny.

She looked surprised. "Husband, what's the matter with you? Don't scare me! After you entered the rouge shop, you somehow passed out. I finally found someone to carry you in for a rest. Who would have thought that you would have a high fever for three days. Fortunately, I woke up. What's wrong with you? "

"Me? Coma? "

Jize look at her expression is not like fake, before those things, is a dream?

Is it an extraordinarily real dream?

Jize thought of that kind of fear that was forced to the end, and now can not calm down.

"Yes, husband, the doctor said that you have been overworked recently and you haven't had a good rest. That's why you are in a coma." Lin Lang embarrassed to lower his head, "it's all my fault. My husband was so tired that he had to support herself to attend Miss Qin's birthday party. I and I were still so ignorant that I ran out alone and asked my husband to... "

She bit the soft lips, and her clear eyes were covered with water mist.

Jize stroked his aching forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was just a dream.

Yes, it's a dream.

"By the way, husband, I've made some light porridge, and it's still hot. Please try it."

Lin Lang took up the jade bowl to feed him.

Although it was confirmed that it was just an absurd dream, Jize could not recover from the terrible dream. He was almost frightened and refused the bowl of porridge. "No, I'm not hungry now. Keep it. I'll eat it later."

"My husband Is it my craft that I dislike? " Lin Lang ran to cry.

"No, I just..."

He also wanted to pacify a few words, only to see the man suddenly raised the bowl, the reverse side of his hand, the boiling hot porridge hot, he screamed out.

"You --"

"ha ha Fool, you can believe what I say

Lin Lang laughs and trembles, the steps between temples make a crisp collision sound.

"Do you really think it's a dream? My silly husband

Jize's face was livid.

I was fooled by this cunning woman again.

"Since you don't eat it, don't eat it later. Maybe your husband will become an immortal directly after he has a thorough understanding of the valley and will no longer have to eat between cannibals. I congratulated my husband in advance on his success in enlightenment. "

She gathered her silk and left.

He is extremely arrogant.

"Pa --"

the man was so angry that he broke the jade bowl beside him.

For a long time, Jize lifted the quilt, lifted his foot over the debris and began to look for an escape.

He tried the handle of the door and it was strong and locked.

After searching for a long time, he fixed his eyes on the scarlet curtain beside the bed.

Jize carefully opened the corner, almost no gas heartache - special what is a wall!

It has to be shaped like a window!

He can be sure that the other side is definitely used to tease him!For several days, Lin Lang never came in.

Jize couldn't hold on.

He had been injured. Although he slept comfortably and didn't have to expend his energy to fight for life and death, he became extremely weak because he didn't eat for many days. He broke the stems of the roses in the vase and swallowed them all into his stomach.

Besides, he couldn't find anything to eat - he wouldn't touch the bowl of porridge on the bed.

Are you going to starve to death in this place?

No, she doesn't want to bow her head.

Great husband, even if he is dead, he must have backbone and dignity!

"Gululu -"

Ji Ze: "Gu Lulu --"

This is definitely not the sound of his stomach!

After a fierce ideological struggle, the man finally decided to soften up - it's not too late for him to fight back when he escapes the control of the other party.

After all, if you have green hills, you don't have to worry about firewood.

"Bang Bang --"

he knocked on the door for the first time.

"Madam, I have something to talk to you about." He deliberately lowered his tone.

However, there was no response on the other side of the door.

He knocked a few more times.

No one.

Jize's body trembled. Did the other party really want to starve him to death?

He couldn't stand this state of waiting for death. He went around the room again. Finally, he could only pick up a heavy chair and began to smash the door.

"Bang --"

the door panel was smashed into a hole. Before he could be happy, he saw the double iron door outside the hole.

Jize was in despair.

At last, he had no strength at all. He leaned against the foot of the bed, waiting for the end.

This taste is not good, his brain is roaring, a burst of dull pain like the tide, he can not remember anything, muddleheaded, a blank.

"Click --"

the door is suddenly opened.

He raised his neck in a daze.

Plum red cheongsam skirt embroidered with a cluster of gorgeous Begonia flowers, burning in full bloom, infinite fragrance, arm of the black gauze half covered jade skin.

Jize was so hungry that he fainted. At the sight of the living creature, his stiff hands and feet were suddenly infused with swelling strength. He rushed up like a wolf.

Lin Lang was caught by him and fell back.

She had only time to cover his mouth with her hand.

"Oh, it's broken."

Lin Lang watched the blood flow through his wrist.

"I finally took the time to come to see you. This is how my husband deliberately made people angry?" She looked up with a light smile, and her bright red lips were holding on to both sides with the action of smile, showing her white and sharp teeth.

Jize's body instinct is frozen, he subconsciously wants to release his hand, away from this terrible woman, but he is really too hungry, the tip of his tongue to taste this warm sweet smell, greatly stimulate his numb nerves.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

A man's voice is like a broken tape. It's rusty and terrible.

As he said sorry, he turned his head and licked all the blood from her wrist, but he still had some ideas.

"You, you see, it's not dirty."

His forehead drooped a few wisps of black hair, messy, his eyes red, like a terrible beast, but to her showed a slightly clumsy and flattering smile.

"Not dirty, not angry."