Save the tragic villain in progress!

A piece of fine human skin must be peeled off from a stunning beauty.Snowy skin, flawless skin, delicate and smooth, only in this way can a peerless painting be made.

Baili Duyue felt Sang Feiwan's palm tightly covering the back of her hand, it was delicate and warm, it was indeed a high-quality skin, much better than Duan Yang's.However, among the group of useless vases in the backyard, it is rare to find a person who can barely catch the eye. Wouldn't it be a pity if it was peeled off?

Baili Duyue didn't show any expression, and his mind was unpredictable.

When Sang Feiwan spoke just now, she pressed close to his ear, her voice was low and melancholy, like a ghost from a Chinese studio.As long as they got closer, they almost stuck on it, but before Baili Duyue scolded the presumptuousness, Sang Feiwan had already withdrawn and left, and slowly backed away to open the distance between the two of them——

He seemed to have stepped forward just now to talk to Baili Duyue, without any thought, and his expression was as calm as usual.Those ambiguous and affectionate words didn't seem to come from his mouth, but just an illusion of Baili crossing the moon.

"The painting skills of the city lord are exquisite and perfect, and they should be matched with ink paper treasures. Duan Yang's skin has been stained with ink marks for thousands of years, and it is like stains on white paper. It is difficult to be a human being, let alone paint?"

Sang Feiwan stood in the middle of the palace gracefully, and his words not only praised Bailiduyue, but also undermined Duan Yang's lack of heart and morality, and he also asked for key favors, which is really wonderful.

There was a burst of snickering involuntarily from the surroundings, but this time it was not that it was too late to laugh at Sang Fei, but Duan Yang who was lying on the ground with all his face lost.

It is said that a dog that bites does not bark. Duan Yang usually looks silly and honest, but he never thought that he is actually a person with evil intentions. He is really stupid and wicked.

Baili Duyue heard Sang Feiwan's sophistical remarks, and said inexplicably, "According to what you said, the city lord can't kill him anyway?"

Sang Feiwan lowered his head and looked down, smiled without saying a word, he knew that Baili Duyue had listened to his words.Peeling human skin is not an easy job. It needs the world's top skilled craftsmen to remove the bones and get the flesh.

Besides, Duan Yang is the protagonist of the original book after all, with the aura of the protagonist, it shouldn't be so easy to die?

Sure enough, Baili Duyue did not kill Duan Yang.He turned around and returned to his seat, not even giving him a glance, as if the other party was just the most insignificant dust, and said lightly: "Then there is no need to kill, come here, drag him down and beat him with eighty sticks, and drive him out of the king's city."

Eighty sticks, for a mortal without aura to protect his body, his tendons must be broken after hitting, so it can be seen that it is not easy to save a life from Baili Duyue's hands.But Duan Yang is "extraordinarily gifted", and is physically strong, so it's not a big problem if you think about it?

Seeing Duan Yang being dragged out by the guards in the palace, Sang Feiwan suddenly wondered whether the heavenly way of this world could protect the protagonist.If Duan Yang is really dead, that would be great, but if Duan Yang is not dead, does that mean that the protagonist's halo will automatically help him avoid all dangers?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought, but before he could come up with a clue, his arm was suddenly abducted, and then the housekeeper's reprimand sounded in his ears: "What are you doing stupidly, didn't you hear me?" Did the city lord tell us to retreat!"

Sang Feiwan came back to his senses after hearing the words, and bowed out with everyone.Before leaving, he heard Baili Duyue order to the steward: "Take care of his wounds, if this skin is dirty, the city lord will peel your skin to paint."

As soon as Sang Feiwan heard it, he knew that Baili Duyue said it casually. He didn't even like Duan Yang's skin, let alone the old wrinkled housekeeper.But the latter believed it was true, and immediately knelt down in fear and said: "This subordinate obeys orders, this subordinate obeys orders."

Duan Yang was dragged to the outer court by the guards to be executed, and he was hit hard with the stick one after another, and he felt pain when he heard it.However, Baili Duyue gave him a speech-silencing technique, and the statute of limitations had not yet expired, so he couldn't even yell if he wanted to.His face turned from pale to swollen red, and then from swollen red to blue-purple, and in the end, he had already exhaled more air and less inhaled.

Sang Feiwan had just been taken to the pharmacy by the housekeeper for treatment. While the other party was not paying attention, he purposely hid a few bottles of pills in his sleeve.Due to the dim light, the housekeeper didn't even notice it.

"This is the activating pill for reducing swelling and stasis. You can take one pill and it will take half a cup of tea. This is a panacea pill. An ordinary monk will benefit endlessly if you take one more pill. It's cheap for you."

The housekeeper handed a white pill to Sang Feiwan, and then warned pointedly: "In the future, I will hand over the study to you to clean, keep your mouth and eyes under control, if you dare Gossiping in front of the city lord, let's see how I punish you!"

Sang Feiwan was neither angry nor annoyed. Hearing this, he smiled slightly, and reached out to take the elixir: "Thank you housekeeper, Feiwan will definitely behave in a proper manner in the future and never talk nonsense."

He expected that the butler would not dare to harm him, so he ate the elixir directly, turned and left the pharmacy.When I returned to the backyard, I saw a servant sweeping the blood on the ground. I knew it belonged to Duan Yang, but I still deliberately asked: "Where did this blood come from?"

Sang Feiwan was favored by the city lord in front of the palace today, and the news had already spread among the people below.There is envy and jealousy, but no one dares to show it on the bright side.Seeing Sang Feiwan's question, the servant immediately replied courteously: "It's Duan Yang's blood, just now the butler ordered us to throw his bag out of the house and clean it up, so as not to dirty the ground of the City Lord's Mansion."

Sang Feiwan: "What about others?"

The servant said: "I was thrown out by the guards, why do you ask this?"

Sang Feiwan smiled: "Oh, it's nothing, the steward gave me some pills just now, I saw that Duan Yang was seriously injured, so I wanted to send some to him."

The servant immediately showed sympathy: "He hurt you like that, what do you want to do with him, in my opinion, let him fend for himself."

Sang Feiwan: "No one has made mistakes, he should change in the future."

After finishing his words, he turned and left the courtyard, apparently looking for Duan Yang.The huge City Lord's Mansion is like a royal palace, with countless towers and pavilions. Sang Feiwan wandered around for a long time, and finally found Duan Yang on the long street outside the corner gate.

The night was surging, and the other party was lying on the cold bluestone long street, dying.The back, waist and buttocks were bloody and bloody. It seemed that the beating was serious. An ordinary person would have died long ago, but Duan Yang was still able to crawl a few steps on the ground with difficulty. It seemed that the protagonist Guanghuan was indeed alive.

Sang Feiwan lifted the hem of his robe and sat down on the steps at the door without haste.He watched Duan Yang struggling in pain, and suddenly smiled, his voice was low, ghostly and indistinct in the night: "It is said that if you survive a catastrophe, you must have future blessings, Duan Yang, it seems that you are indeed blessed." people."

Well, sex.

Duan Yang was crawling hard on the ground, and wanted to find a medical center to treat his injuries, otherwise he would not die or be disabled, but he didn't expect to hear Sang Feiwan's voice.He turned back in horror, only to see that the other party was sitting on the stone steps at the door and looking at him. He was spotless, completely different from his embarrassing appearance.

Duan Yang was so angry that he wanted to go up and tear him up, his eyes couldn't control the resentment for a moment, and there was a gloomy and cold light.

Unexpectedly, seeing his eyes, Sang Feiwan suddenly got up slowly and walked in front of him, then squatted down, put his index finger to his lips, and whispered a word: "Shh, don't look at me like that..."

Sang Feiwan looked distressed, as if he could not make up his mind, but his right hand slowly pulled out a gleaming knife from his sleeve: "I really want to kill you. Trouble."

Duan Yang's complexion suddenly turned pale when he heard the words, and he wanted to say something, but because of the silence technique, he couldn't utter a word, and he was sweating profusely.

Seeing his terrified expression, Sang Feiwan couldn't help smiling, and said softly, "What are you afraid of? If I wanted to kill someone, I wouldn't have pleaded for you in front of the palace just now, would I?"

He only likes to play with people's hearts, not with people's lives.After all, he has been a modern person for more than 20 years, and in a sense he can be regarded as a law-abiding citizen. If he really wants to kill someone, Sang Feiwan still feels a little bit helpless.

and so……

"Don't look at me with such hatred, I just want to kill the grass and roots, understand?"

Sang Feiwan put the knife away, and took out a small porcelain white medicine bottle from his sleeve. On it was a red label with the words "Qingxindan" written on it: "This is Qingxindan. It is used to dispel distracting thoughts and evil fire, and taking one pill can clear the mind and eyesight. Although it is not as effective as Huoluo Pill for healing injuries, it is still a panacea."

Sang Feiwan poured out more than 20 black pills from the medicine bottle, one by one, and forced them into Duan Yang's mouth: "Look at how kind I am to you, if you take this medicine, you can save your life no matter what. gone."

However, there is one thing Sang Feiwan didn't say. Taking one Qingxin Pill can purify the heart and improve eyesight. If you eat too much, you will easily wither, and you will not be able to live without any desires. .

Duan Yang didn't want to eat it, he was afraid it was poison, but Sang Feiwan couldn't hold the knife against his neck, so he had to swallow it.Sang Feiwan also took some non-lethal poisons from the medicine storehouse and fed them all.In the end, he himself didn't know how many pills he had fed the other party. In short, it was up to fate whether he died or lived.

"Dang--"

Sang Feiwan threw away the last white porcelain bottle, and finally stood up clapping her hands.He looked down at Duan Yang condescendingly, with a smile in his eyes and a curved lip, but his eyes were full of cold compassion: "Next time, learn to be smarter and come out to harm others, you know?"

Duan Yang just wanted to vomit, his eyes felt dizzy for a while, staring at him, he almost foamed at the mouth.

Seeing this, Sang Feiwan didn't linger too long, Shi Shiran turned and returned to the City Lord's Mansion, and closed the corner door.But they didn't find a carriage passing through the back street at some point, taking away Duan Yang who was dead on the ground.

Sang Fei took Huoluo Pill late, and the wound on his body no longer hurts.But I don't know if it was because of touching the spiritual energy, he suddenly felt a crack in something that had been sealed in his body, and he couldn't suppress it.

He frowned and touched his heart, feeling a little strange, but he couldn't find the reason. After all, "Greedy Huan" is a small yellow article, and most of the pen and ink fell on the sex in bed, but it didn't go into too much detail about the practice.Finally, he shook his head and went back to the house to rest.

On the other side, the main hall was brightly lit.Baili Duyueping withdrew his attendants and stood there for a long time in front of a painting hanging on the wall.He stared at the above poem carefully for a moment, his jade-like fingertips slowly brushed over the sentence "I wish to cross the Hengsha people, and the sun, the moon and the lamp will always be bright", and finally lowered his eyelids slowly, and chuckled: "Interesting..."

He had already bathed and changed his clothes, and his white hair slid down his shoulders and grew to his waist, like a handful of fresh snow on the Tianshan Mountains.He was wearing crimson pajamas on one side, which was loose and loose, revealing a large chest.The contrast between red and white is dazzling and strong.

Just at this moment, a gust of evening wind blew in the hall, and the scroll moved lightly, and even the snow-covered red plum on it became more and more eye-catching.