Cut-off Painstaking Care (part 2)
Mo Ren was slightly stunned, then his master muttered something close to him, with a gentle tone, "This man, once he starts being foolish, he really won't listen to persuasion...this Master used to be this way, now, you this stubborn person, is like this also..."
Chu Yan closed his eyes, gnashed his molars, and his heart felt like it was cut by a knife, but he still said softly with difficulty, "At that time you begged this Master to believe in you like that, but this Master didn't listen. Now the retribution has arrived, and the other way around, as it should be—"
Before he finished speaking, Chu Yan twisted his wrist. In an instant, the sharp sword edge of "Mo" burst into a threatening cold light, and it was already pointing directly at his own chest!
Without the slightest hesitation, and without giving the owner of the sword any time to react, Chu Yan resolutely and almost madly collided towards the tip of the sword.
Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, Chu Yan clearly saw a look of extreme horror suddenly appearing on Mo Ren's handsome face, and the hand under his control had bulging veins, violently bursting out a fierce force of resistance.
He actually tasted a hint of anger-like pleasure.
...Who told you not to believe?
Isn't it because you are afraid of this Master's shame, that the kindness that this Master treats you will be exhausted one day?
If this Master died here at this moment, can it be said that he will never waver in this life?
The cold iron object pierced the skin, bringing scalding pain, and the sword body penetrated deep into the flesh and blood, and accurately moved towards the beating heart cavity in a slowed down time.
Later, when Chu Yan recalled this moment, he may have really had the idea of not wanting to die.
"Master!!" The shrill cry resounded, and Mo Ren's expression turned pale. He struggled desperately, but his left hand’s pulse gate was pinned and he couldn't move. There was a wall behind him, and there was no way out. If he fought hard, how would he resist Chu Yan?
No matter how hard he fought, he couldn't stop “Mo” from going deeper and deeper.
Chu Yan's face was distorted by the pain, flames danced in his eyes like crazy, and a low growl came out from his pale lips. "Don’t you know...this Master can also give up his life for you! Don’t you know!?”
"Master….Master don't!!" Chu Yan's blood splashed onto Mo Ren's face, it was warm, which made his pupils suddenly shrank in fear.
He had always been skilled in the technique of killing people with a clean and sharp blow, therefore how could he not know that this sword was aimed directly at the heart!
What Chu Yan just said was not a joke. He used a hundred percent of his strength without any reservation in his hand, all relying on Mo Ren to pull tightly. At this moment, if Mo Ren had even a moment of powerlessness, Chu Yan would really be able to cut his own heart out!
"You come and kill me, you should come and kill me!!"
Chu Yan was panting heavily in severe pain, his expression tinged with madness, "You, come and see! Come and see if this Master's heart is still red or hot!!"
Blood stains spread quickly on Chu Yan's lapel, and Mo Ren was already frightened to the point where his three souls and seven souls were about to fly away, "No, no, this subordinate admits his mistake! Master! Mo Ren is guilty, this subordinate deserves death for his crime! This subordinate is begging you, please let go first—"
"Not even willing to look..."
Chu Yan suddenly choked up, "Ah Ren, you’re not even willing to look..."
His eyes were red, and he stared at Mo Ren that was close at hand paranoidly, and suddenly let out a low growl like a trapped animal from his throat, " –then what's the use of this Master being reborn!! What's the use of it!?"
Mo Ren was shaking, his right hand seemed to be not his own, his mind was covered in a vast expanse of snow, and he couldn't tell what night it was.
Only that sword, that pitch-black sword that shuttled back and forth between past and present, piercing a beating heart.
Why is it not red, why is it not hot.
The red blood that splashed on his hands, face, and body, that burned him to the point of collapse, and made him feel helpless——
He could see clearly that it was Chu Yan's blood!
Killing the Master, is he going to be forced to kill the Master tonight? Why did he and the Master come to such a point...
The bright one is the golden sun when we met for the first time in the summer, the pale one is the heavy snow that caught our eyes when we died in the previous life, the murky one is the night, the jumping one is the candlelight, and the cut out heart is the blood.
All the thick colors finally mixed together, Mo Ren sank in the deepest place and felt suffocated, then his consciousness gradually became blurred.
In the end, he only heard a piercing "zheng" sword sound, which made his eardrums awfully painful.
The pitch-black sword cut across the pitch-black night, splashing blood everywhere.
“Mo” had been deeply inserted into the beam, and the blood flowed down from the sword in streams, dripping into a small puddle.
".....!"
Mo Ren almost lost all strength, his legs went limp, and his back slid along the wall and sat on the ground. His face was bloodless, his teeth were constantly trembling, and his hands were shaking, partly because of the excessive force just now, and partly because of fear.
Panting, he looked up and saw the blood-stained sword embedded in the beam. He couldn't believe it, he could actually forcefully flung the sword away even under his master's hand...