bayedsolid Chapter 54 I've Had Enough
Chapter 54 I've Had Enough
Yao Jia looked as if she had seen a ghost, and hurried over to help him pick the herbs into the bamboo basket.
"Why are you so irritable today? Did you not sleep well last night?"
Mingjue felt that he should be the one asking this question. After all, Yaojia had not paid attention to him for more than two months. Yet, she was smiling at him and greeting him early in the morning. If he were not a doctor, he would have thought that Yaojia had been possessed by another spirit.
"I slept well last night." Seeing Yao Jia coming back from outside, he hesitated for a while before asking, "Are you back from the Shadow Guard Camp?"
Yao Jia felt that there was no need to let Ming Jue know about her own affairs, so she smiled and said, "The air is good in the morning, let's take a stroll in the mountain stream."
Yao Jia began to challenge Xuan Ying continuously, but ended up failing every time.
The long-term frustration drove Yao Jia crazy.
Why had he not improved in such a long time? He couldn't even survive ten moves from Xuanying! How could he make him use his right hand? How could he leave here?
Yao Jia felt like she was having a headache!
What’s even worse is that he often has nightmares at night, and the scene of slaughtering the entire Gu family in his previous life always appears in his dreams.
Finally, Yaojia exploded one night.
"Are you really that annoying? If you really can't stand it, go to the brothel and solve it!"
Enough! She really had enough!
The feeling of failure and the endless nightmare torture made Yao Jia extremely irritable. However, no matter how much pleasure Lang Yue tried to make Yao Jia experience, it was difficult to quench the restlessness in her heart.
It even made her have a strong physical aversion to such things.
Yao Jia suddenly went berserk, and Lang Yue was frightened so much that his face turned pale, and he quickly got off the bed and knelt on the ground.
"Please forgive me, young lady. I know I was wrong..."
As soon as Qian finished speaking, he looked towards Yao Jia who was lying on the couch, his eyes full of sincerity, "I'm just worried about Yao Yao. These days you've either been practicing sword skills or daydreaming, and you rarely talk to me and Ming Jue... Yao Yao is worried... Why..."
Lang Yue's eyes moved downward, and his voice became lower and lower, until in the end there was not even a trace of confidence left.
After taking a few deep breaths, Lang Yue finally made up his mind, looked at Yao Jia again, and said with all his courage: "I don't expect Yao Yao to tell me what's on her mind, but can you... not push me out..."
He knelt down and walked forward to hold Yao Jia's hand, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, "Yao Yao, I know that I am of low status... I dare not ask... ask you to give me so much love... and please pity me... Don't... don't say such things... I really... can't stand it..."
Lang Yue choked up several times and took several seconds to finish the few short sentences.
Tears fell at the right time, dripping right onto the two people's clasped hands.
Feeling the warmth on the back of her hand, Yao Jia shuddered suddenly. The blood and anger in her head were instantly suppressed, as well as the irritability in her heart.
He stood up and pulled Langyue up from the ground, and asked him to sit on the couch. He thought to himself that he was a real good-for-nothing to say such hurtful words.
Standing in front of Lang Yue, she raised her hand and gently wiped the tears from his face, just like she used to coax Nangong Xiu Lan. She let him lean on her arms, touched his silky black hair, and whispered comforting words.
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have taken it out on you. You're very good... really very good..."
It was her fault. Perhaps Xuanying never wanted her to leave here from the beginning. He was just killing time and delaying her so as to make that absurd wedding a reality.
She had to think of a way. Since she couldn't defeat him head-on, she would use some tricks. She was not a good person to begin with, so there was no need for her to care about the code of conduct. The process was not important at all; she only cared about the result.
As long as I can get out of here, nothing else matters!
His fingers unconsciously hooked a strand of hair around Langyue's neck and wrapped it around it.
Langyue leaned softly in Yaojia's arms, raised his hands and hugged Yaojia, pressed his body tightly against her, feeling her tenderness, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.
"Yaoyao, please let me stay tonight! I won't do anything. It's cold in the mountains at night, and I'm afraid you'll be frozen."
Winter has arrived, and a thick layer of warm straw has been laid on the bamboo roof early on. Yao Jia is delicate and finds the smell of the charcoal fire here unpleasant. There is only a little plum blossom charcoal left that Lang Yue customized. If it is used tonight, it will be frozen during the day tomorrow, and new charcoal can only be delivered the day after tomorrow.
It would be better to have someone accompany her, at least she would not be afraid when she had nightmares knowing Lang Yue was by her side.
But even though he thought so in his heart, when he really entered the dream, Yao Jia was still fighting alone.
But this time there were no corpses in the dream, but a gloomy dungeon.
A man was hung on the wall with his limbs tightly locked with iron chains, his head hanging to one side, and bright red blood flowing down his cheeks to his chin, dripping onto the dirty ground.
His face was covered by his messy hair, and his clothes were stained with blood so that the original color could not be seen.
But Yao Jia could still recognize who he was.
“Frost Flower…Frost Flower…”
How could this happen? She remembered that she had only destroyed his face, crippled his martial arts, and had him locked up. Why did he have so many injuries on his body?
Who was it? Who lynched him without telling me!
Is it me? Why is this not in her memory? Why can't she remember it?
Yao Jia slapped his head desperately, trying to remember something.
Shuanghua moved her head and looked towards Yaojia suddenly. To be exact, her eyes went through Yaojia's body and looked straight at the other person.
The prison door was opened. Yao Jia looked back and saw Sanlang in red clothes walked in with a frown. When he saw the hanging frost, he smiled sarcastically.
"She still remembers our old friendship and asked me to let you go. Unfortunately, she will never even look at you again in your current state. Don't worry, I won't kill you. I will keep you alive and let you watch how the little darling you raised gradually commits suicide and becomes the object of scorn of the entire Da Xia!"
Shuanghua's eyes suddenly became fierce when he heard this, and the chains on his limbs jingled because of his anger, "Monster, you monster...you bewitched her..."
"Monster!" Sanlang suddenly laughed, stroked his face that looked like Le Wuyou, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.
But soon, an unusually excited light burst out from those eyes, and there was a sick and distorted voice, "Yes! I am a monster, but she just likes me, doesn't she? She just loves the way I am and doesn't want to leave me..."
Suddenly, he walked quickly to Shuanghua, stretched out his hand to strangle Shuanghua's neck, and began to exert force with his fingertips. His expression became ferocious, "Otherwise, why wouldn't she believe you? Even if you tell her my identity, it will only bring forward her death date."
Shuanghua was strangled and couldn't breathe, but she stared at the place where Yaojia was standing, gave her a relieved smile, and then slowly closed her eyes.
Yao Jia was shocked and rushed towards Sanlang, shouting, and the dream came to an abrupt end.
“No…let go…let go…”
Yaojia sat up suddenly. Langyue beside her was awakened by her action and raised her hand to pat Yaojia's back. "Yaoyao, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
"Do not talk!"
Yao Jia roughly pried open Lang Yue's hands, got off the bed, stood barefoot on the ground, raised her hands to cover her heart, and felt as if someone was twisting her heart. The pain made her breathing tremble.
Why was the dream so real? What was missing from her memory of her past life? She couldn't remember, she really couldn't remember.
Sanlang and Shuanghua, it seemed that they had never had any intersection in their previous lives, but why did Sanlang torture him like that?
The only thing is that Shuanghua discovered Saburo’s true identity!