Let the Villain Go

The so-called mask was a kind of armor built with a special demon body and worn on the eyes. On wearing this weapon, others wouldn’t see the upper half of the wearer’s face, but the wearer could clearly see the outside. In addition to protecting the face and eyes in combat, its biggest role was to defend or weaken the attacks of spiritual saints.

Of course, Chu Qianxun’s main purpose to create armor for Ye Peitian was to cover his face and not for protection during combat.

Guo Tiejiang lived in a courtyard house behind the iron shop. The people living in the courtyard were very mixed. Guo Tiejiang emptied the utility room next door, put two benches against the wall, a few pieces of bed board, and then threw a set of bedding.

“The kitchen in the yard is public. If you want to use water, turn left and walk up to 500 meters. There is a well where you can line up to draw water. You can use the utensils in the house as you like.”

The two young people brought the sixth-order demon body he had rarely come into contact with, and the forging cost was also very sufficient. Therefore, he who always had a bad temper, could change his attitude.

“You sit down. I’ll get some water first,” Chu Qianxun, considering that Ye Peitian’s injury was not healed, pressed him against the bed and lifted two buckets by herself.

“Little brother, your wife is so nice.” Old Guo extended his big fan-like hands and patted Ye Peitian’s shoulder, “You got a wife who, no matter where you go, first serves her own man. Unlike women now, who with their little power don’t put men in their eyes and do nothing, not even cook.”

He was talking, but this young man who had been cold since they met, got out an old cloth from his backpack that was tied to his waist. He took out a bag of white noodles from the backpack and put it in a basin. When he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something and turned to Old Guo, “Are there any spices?”

At dinner, a unique fragrance was scattered throughout the courtyard, and the residents couldn’t help looking at Old Guo’s door. They were curious as to how the blacksmith, who had always lived a very sloppy life, could even have such a flavorful meal.

Old Guo held a bowl of noodles, crouched on the threshold, and ate in tears.

“Hey little brother, you are too good. If you cook this noodle for three meals for three days, I won’t charge you for the forging.”

“Uncle Guo, you don’t have to be polite with us. Tomorrow, I will buy some ingredients and let Lin Fei show you his talent,” Chu Qianxun answered with a smile.

It was inconvenient to use Ye Peitian’s name in the outside world. When Chu Qianxun suggested that he should use a pseudonym, he used Lin Fei. Fortunately, Chu Qianxun didn’t think about it, so he secretly used the name with some joy.

In the evening, Chu Qianxun boiled hot water to take care of him, and changed the medicine for the wound on his body.

After the big fight in the desert, the two fled all the way for several days. This was the first time they had settled down. Although the living environment was rudimentary, in the end, they were in a safe base. They had a shelter from the wind and rain, and didn’t have to sleep in the wilderness while guarding against the demons that appear at night.

Chu Qianxun used a lamp to check Ye Peitian’s wounds,

“Amazing, your serious injury got better in a few days. What about the neck?”

Ye Peitian was lying on the side of the bed, looking at the candlelight swaying on the wall in front of him. A shadow bent down and overlapped with his shadow on the wall.

A warm breath blew on the skin of his neck, and the girl’s fingers flicked back and forth in the shackles, even squeezing into the collar, carefully touching the inside of it. The tingling sensation of touch came inadvertently from the most sensitive part of his neck from time to time.

Ye Peitian’s fingers quietly clenched the bedding on the bed.

Chu Qianxun studied the shackles locked on Ye Peitian’s neck. This circle of fine shackles didn’t seem inconspicuous, but it was from Xin Ziming’s weapon design. It had lethality and was extremely difficult to unlock.

She lowered her body and concentrated on the problem.

In front of her eyes, the matte black collar was locked on the white neck. Well, it looked very beautiful on his neck. Above the black collar, the adam’s apple rolled back and forth with her eyes, and below it was a clear and sexy clavicle.

A layer of redness glowed through the pale skin under the black collar, extending all the way in her sight. Even the back of his ears turned red.

Chu Qianxun coughed and looked away. She accidentally stared at it for too long.

She found two benches together and jumped up to prepare for the night.

Ye Peitian sat up halfway from the bed.

“You sleep, you sleep.” Chu Qianxun waved her hand quickly to interrupt what he was going to say, “I can sleep anywhere.”

…

Ye Peitian knew he was in a dream.

He found himself imprisoned again on the operating table that appeared in nightmares. He was surrounded by endless nothingness and the pale light came to him.

A man in a white coat walked out of the darkness, holding a horrible instrument in his hand. He approached the operating table. The darkness enveloped his face, and he couldn’t see his face clearly.

Ye Peitian closed his eyes, waiting to escape from the pain of nightmares.

A pair of warm and familiar hands gently stroked his hair.

Ye Peitian opened his eyes and saw the person standing by the bed. She was holding a sharp knife and looked at him indifferently and ruthlessly. The cold knife cut his clothes and touched his skin.

“Qianxun?” His heart suddenly became scared, “No, Qianxun, don’t treat me like this. I will give you whatever you want.”

Her hands stroked his cheek and down his neck. The girl leaned down, close to his face, and said softly in his ear, “Give me all of you.”

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