bookcurios Chapter 360 Han Zhou, I don’t blame you, really
Chapter 360 Han Zhou, I don’t blame you, really
Han Zhou, who had lost his weapon, stood still on the spot and punched towards Shen Jinmo's face with his clenched fist.
Shen Jin, who had been keeping calm, suddenly lost his breathing. He did not dodge the punch at all. Instead, he directly held the punch that was coming towards him and pushed Han Zhou directly onto the pillar with brute force.
The pain from his back was piercing, and Han Zhou roared at the lion king in despair like an adult cheetah.
"Shen Jinmo, he is your master. You are no longer a human being. No matter how desperate you are, you cannot kill your master!"
Shen Jinmo's palm was hit by these words and some of his strength was lost. Han Zhou seized this opportunity to break free from Shen Jinmo's control and hit Shen Jinmo's vital point again.
When Xie Nanxing trotted back to the main courtyard, he heard Han Zhou's questioning roar. When he entered the backyard, he saw Han Zhou's clenched fist, and he was determined to take Shen Jinmo's life.
"Han Zhou, stop it."
Xie Nanxing's voice of restraining him revealed his anxiety and panic. Han Zhou's fist, which was swung out firmly, froze in the air.
No matter how firm the decision was when he came here, it turned soft the moment Han Zhou saw Xie Nanxing.
Only Shen Jinmo can take good care of Xie Nanxing.
If Shen Jinmo died, Xie Nanxing would not live either.
Shen Jinmo was really angry because Han Zhou was reluctant to leave and because Han Zhou let Xie Nanxing see this scene.
A kick packed with internal force hit Han Zhou's chest heavily. His uncontrollable body was forced to retreat all the way, breaking three peach trees in succession before stopping.
The whip in his hand was tightly wrapped around Han Zhou's neck, and Shen Jinmo kept exerting force, wavering between killing and not killing.
"Cough cough cough..."
Blood gushed out along with his cough, and Han Zhou lay on the ground, trying his best to breathe for a chance of survival.
A bright moon fell into the blood-red eyes, changing from clarity to double images, from brightness to bright red.
Xie Nanxing sensed the faint murderous aura on Shen Jinmo. He held Shen Jinmo's wrist with one hand and used the other hand to carefully examine all the places where Shen Jinmo was scratched by the spear.
Unable to suppress his murderous intent in front of him, Xie Nanxing knew that Shen Jinmo wanted Han Zhou's life now.
There was no blame, only a distressed question while rubbing his eyebrows: "Shen Jinmo, does it hurt?"
The whip in his hand fell to the ground, and Shen Jinmo hugged Xie Nanxing tightly in his arms.
He closed his eyes and buried his head in Xie Nanxing's shoulder, breathing in the tranquility from Xie Nanxing, sucking away the murderous aura from his body bit by bit.
"Xie Nanxing, I'm sorry."
This apology was not because he was injured, nor because he seriously injured Han Zhou, but because he let Xie Nanxing hear the questions uttered by Han Zhou with his own ears.
Since returning to Shendu, Shen Jinmo had let Xie Nanxing hear too many questions, either explicitly or implicitly, all of which were based on Wu Cixiu's death.
He chuckled and shook his head: "Just sit there and wait for me for a while, I'll be there soon, okay?"
Shen Jinmo suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the person who was originally lying on the ground. He had already pulled off the whip from his neck and sat up against a tree.
The eyes that had finally softened were once again filled with dissatisfaction and sharpness.
Shen Jinmo, who was holding him in his arms, did not move, nor did he say anything. Only his hand on his back suddenly tightened.
Xie Nanxing immediately changed her mind. She didn't have the intention to meet Han Zhou today. "Then let's go back and change our clothes. After that, we can have dinner together."
Shen Jinmo pursed his lips and moved Xie Nanxing out of his arms: "Didn't you have your meal?"
"You guys fought for so long that you didn't have any meals."
Xie Nanxing has been visiting places in secret these days in order to find a source of goods for Sihai Pavilion that is sufficient to compete with Shuangxing Tower.
So most of the time he would have dinner with those shopkeepers and then take them to various brothels to have some fun.
If Mo Ping hadn't come to find him urgently, Xie Nanxing would have gone home later today.
Shen Jinmo glanced at Han Zhou again. He was so stupid, it was not 'you guys'.
"You take care of him first. I just want to have dinner with you."
Xie Nanxing stood on tiptoe and raised his hand, patting Shen Jinmo on the head as a compliment.
Holding Shen Jinmo's hand and sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion, Xie Nanxing said softly: "I'll be quick, sit for a while first, if you're in a hurry, just tell me to leave, I can leave at any time."
Shen Jinmo nodded obediently.
After watching Xie Nanxing leave, Shen Jinmo turned his back, looked up at the full moon in the sky, and the coldness in his heart began to melt bit by bit.
No matter how time passes, no matter what Shen Jinmo does, he will always be the most important person to Xie Nanxing.
No one can compare with Shen Jinmo in Xie Nanxing's heart.
Even if that person was Wu Cixiu, even if that person was Han Zhou, even if that person was Xie Nanxing himself.
He quickened his pace and walked up to Han Zhou, took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the blood off Han Zhou's face. Xie Nanxing did not blame him as Han Zhou had expected.
"When did you come back?"
Han Zhou smiled foolishly at Xie Nanxing, his big white teeth soaked in bright red, looking a little scary.
Xie Nanxing is really super nice, especially nice.
Be good to Shen Jinmo, and be good to him, too.
"I arrived at the capital this afternoon. I first went to the palace to report, and then went back home to find my father to learn about the situation."
Then he came with a spear to take Shen Jinmo's life.
I never thought that I would lose half my life going in.
Now he couldn't even stand up in front of Xie Nanxing.
Xie Nanxing sat down next to Han Zhou and asked, "When will the battle in the East be won?"
Han Zhou tore off his red cloak and wanted to put it under Xie Nanxing's butt, but thinking that his cloak was a little dirty, he just put it in his arms.
"I came back to tell His Majesty that warships can be mass-produced."
Han Zhou lowered his voice and looked at Xie Nanxing and said, "If you want to win, you can win at any time."
"Ah."
Xie Nanxing responded, looked up at the inky figure silhouetted by the moonlight, and looked at the crane dancing on Shen Jin's inky belt.
Xie Nanxing's eyes were filled with bitterness.
From returning to Shendu to now, from Tian Ding to Han Zhou, countless people, regardless of their identities, would come to ask Shen Jinmo why whenever they found an opportunity.
The one who walked out of the haze and saw the light of day at Zhongqing Mountain was Xie Nanxing, and the one who kept carrying a mountain and moving forward was Shen Jinmo.
And the people of Manshendu would sprinkle a handful of dirt on the mountain every now and then, making the mountain heavier day by day.
Shen Jinmo is also a human being, he also gets tired.
The person sitting under the moon seemed to be grateful. When he turned around and saw Xie Nanxing, he saw a tearful smile on his face.
Xie Nanxing shook her head gently at Shen Jinmo, turned around while sitting under the moon, and grasped the collar of her shirt on her chest with her hands that had originally hung naturally.
The lips that opened and closed silently said "I'm sorry".
"Han Zhou, I can understand your indignation when you first heard about this. I can also understand why you wanted to find Shen Jinmo with your spear in hand to ask for justice."
"Han Zhou, I don't blame you, really."