The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

On his way back, He Chongtian passed by a deserted national highway when he suddenly changed lanes and collided with a truck.

Zhou Zheng braked in time to avoid the collision, but the passenger seat was still dented, and He Chongtian suffered some injuries.

More than 20 people got out of the back of the truck, carrying weapons in their hands and surrounded them.

After a fierce battle, He Chongtian fled with Zhou Zheng in a semi-scrapped car.

Zhou Zheng was seriously injured, with a sharp instrument inserted three inches below his heart, and was sent to the hospital.

After being out of danger, He Chongtian suppressed the blood in his mind and went to Shenji Tailoring regardless of his instinct.

The murderous aura in his body had not yet dissipated, and he could only see the ambiguous scene between the person he wanted to see the most and others.

When Chen Xiangyin saw He Chongtian covered in blood, his heart skipped a beat, as if something had hit his heart hard and his breathing stopped.

She immediately stood up and went to He Chongtian, "Why did it happen like this!"

He Chongtian looked at her with sharp eyes, and when he met his worried eyes, he immediately withdrew his eyes and looked away.

He raised his wrist and looked at his blood-stained watch. It was past zero.

Looking at Chu Jinglun again, "What are you doing here so late?"

"Making clothes." Chen Xiangyin blurted out, subconsciously trying to explain, "Where are you injured?"

He Tongtian pursed his lips and smiled evilly for a moment: "Making clothes." He repeated, walked to a chair in the store and sat down.

Chen Xiangyin was quite frightened to see him like this. He Chongtian's silence and calmness revealed an unpredictable surliness. She was really afraid that he would do something terrible in the next second.

She gave Chu Jinglun a look: "I'll call you when I pick up the clothes."

Chu Jinglun's eyes dimmed inch by inch after He Chongtian came in.

"it is good."

He stood up to leave when He Chongtian suddenly said in a high tone, "Chu Jinglun, what are you wearing? Do you mind if I add some stuff?"

Chu Jinglun looked back at him, silent.

Chen Xiang was anxious. He pressed He Chongtian's hand to take out his cigarette and pinched his pulse. He reached back and pinched his arm.

Chen Xiangyin lost control and was half spun around by He Chongtian's clever energy.

With a hug on her belly, she sat on He Chongtian's lap.

The hot touch on He Chongtian's body accentuated the richer smell of blood, which was dangerous and fierce.

Above the head, He Tingtian's voice was very close, and his tone was cold, "I want to place a big order, Jihuo, Chu Jinglun, please wait for your clothes later, okay?"

Chen Xiang used strength to break free, but couldn't, and became even more angry at him for being unreasonable.

"Why is the job so urgent? His order has been placed a long time ago. If you hadn't interrupted several times, I would have done it! Is it okay for you to have a certain limit for your madness?"

A chuckle struck from the top of her head, sending chills all over her body. She was so solid that she was imprisoned like a cage, "Let go first!"

He Chongtian relaxed, turned his head to face her, and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

Deliberately ambiguous, Chen Xiang cursed and struggled to break free.

I accidentally saw the blood stain on He Chongtian's light gray silk shirt expanding in a circle, and it suddenly calmed down.

The crane soars into the sky and stares at Chu Jinglun: "The embroidery is a blue dragon with soaring clouds, three meters high and one month long."

Chu Jinglun hesitated for a few seconds, turned away his eyes, and said in a weak voice: "I'm not in a hurry. Miss Shen, please pay attention to Mr. He first."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

As soon as Chu Jinglun left, He Chongtian let go of his hand and said, "Go and close the door."

Chen Xiangyin stood up and turned to look at him, only to see that his face was pale and he was struggling to unbutton his buttons, his fingertips trembling.

Chen Xiangyin hurriedly locked the door and lifted the crane up to the sky, "Go upstairs!"

He Chongtian saw Chen Xiangyin lowering his head to help him go upstairs, with frustration and anger written on his face, but because he was injured, he did not have an attack.

After a long while, he squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "The stand-up embroidery job is really available, please give me a price."

……

Agarwood was used to rinse the towels in the sink, staining them red, and the smell of blood was strong in the air.

"Zhou Chengwang's person?" Chen Xiangyin was basically sure it was him.

Zhou Chengwang was defeated by Pang Xianshun and Lao Longtou. The conspiracy she used was not something Zhou Chengwang could win over openly, so he could only play dirty tricks.

Continue to persevere and take the life of Crane Tower.

Among the more than 20 armed thugs, He Chongtian only had a contusion on his chest as big as a slap and two stab wounds on his arms.

He Chongtian sat on Shen Xiangyin's narrow bed, wrapped a bandage on the injured area, took a deep breath of cigarette, and said slowly: "Yes."

Chen Xiangyin looked up at him, not knowing what he was thinking about. He looked deep and decadent.

Zhou Zheng was accompanied by Li Shanshan in the hospital. He didn't know where he had thrown the car. How could he send him back?

In the quiet room at night, He Chongtian's deep voice was particularly clear, "The people Qi Yan brought with me took another fucking sap for me."

Chen Xiangyin was stunned for a moment, "Is he okay?"

"If he can't die, his people will take him to the hospital." He took a long breath and lay back. Chen Xiangyin saw his bloody and sticky hair and pulled him, "Wait a minute."

He Chongtian looked at her: "I'm like this, why don't you let me lie down on the crib?"

"No." Chen Xiangyin rolled up his sleeves, "Pillows are not easy to wash."

"Then I won't sleep on the pillow." He Chongtian wanted to lie down a bit rogue.

Chen Xiang took a deep breath and touched He Chongtian's hair with the back of her hand, "Turn over and lie down with your head sticking out of the edge of the bed."

He Chongtian was injured and couldn't take a bath, so Chenxiang Yin brought clean water and poured it in a thermos to wash his hair.

It's better to solve the problem in ten minutes than the blood seeping into the pillow, and it's sticky, and the crane must be uncomfortable.

He Chongtian seemed to have been tapped on his mute point and said no more.

The head is hanging outside the edge of the bed, the slender neck is stretched out into an extremely strong arc, and the raised Adam's apple is sharp and angular.

Chen Xiangyin squatted sideways on the ground, treating him as a patient who needed care.

Holding the kettle in his left hand, his right hand went through his short black hair, "He plotted against you, so I will give him a small gift tonight."

He Chongtian's upside-down face was so close that he blinked with half-closed eyes and said nothing.

Open the shampoo in Shen Xiangyin's palm and spread it evenly on He Chongtian's hair, passing his fingers over his scalp.

"Relax a little, won't you enjoy it? It's stretched like this." Chen Xiang put pressure on his hand.

He Chongtian closed his eyes, his brows furrowed, his eyelashes like crow feathers trembling.

He really didn't expect that Agarwood would actually lead to washing his hair? !

In the bedroom, there was only the sound of fingers rubbing hair through dense foam. Agarwood poured out several basins of water, and a towel covered He Chongtian's face.

"Wipe it yourself." After cleaning up, Chen Xiang led him downstairs.

The crane behind him finally said: "Where are you going?"

This tone sounded like he was afraid that she would run away.

"Wait."

Not long after, Chen Xiangyin brought back a pickle jar covered with yellow paper.

In a blink of an eye, I saw the crane soaring into the sky, and its tall body was already lying on the narrow bed.

"What?" He Chongtian pressed out his cigarette butt, sat up half of his body, and the knife and ax hidden behind the blue dragon tattoo was shining white.

Chen Xiang glanced at him twice and said, "The ghost screams at night."

The last time Master Gao Tian released the night-crying ghost that disturbed people's dreams, he caught it with agarwood and mixed it with chicken blood and sealed it in his own hair.

With her current state of mind, she could reason with this gadget and ask him to go to Zhou Chengwang's house to cry in exchange for his freedom.

When the pickle jar was opened, a rotten old smell hit my nostrils, and I couldn't see anything in the sky.

Only Chen Xiangyin was frightened and took a few steps back.

He Chongtian stretched out his hand to support him, "Is it scary?"

Chen Xiang nodded with an ugly face: "A child with wrinkles and swelling..."

He Chongtian's expression did not change. He could not imagine what it was like, he could only feel the soft waist in his hands.

After assigning a task to the Night Screaming Ghost, Chen Xiang sat back in the chair.

For a long time, I felt sleepy with my arms propped up.

He Chongtian lost a lot of blood, and the fight consumed a lot of energy. He almost fell asleep when he was washing his hair just now, and now he is even more drowsy.

"I'm not going back."

Drowsiness softened the voice.

Chen Xiang replied: "I know."

After a moment of silence, He Chongtian said again: "Come here and let me have a good sleep. When I get up tomorrow, I will take you to a good place."

A seductive, low voice with a drawn-out tone.

Chen Xiangyin shook his head slowly, almost half asleep: "The wound is not deep, but you can't move it much, it will tear. I will just stay here for a while."

He Tongtian groaned, his voice even deeper, "Whoever wants to move, you do it."

He opened one arm and lifted half of the quilt, revealing a very comfortable corner that was extremely attractive.

Chen Xiang took a deep breath, yawned, and nestled in.

She leaned against the crane with her back, and the crane behind her ears sighed softly and sprayed hot air.

A steady stream of scorching warmth invades, making the agarwood feel extremely reassuring.

There are still many things to do tomorrow, He Chongtian will definitely fight back, she wants revenge.

Danger, calculation, hard work, hardship, bloodshed...

But that's all tomorrow. At this moment in the night, she just needs to curl up here and have a good sleep.