護花近衛 - 第81章 恩將仇報？ - 墨香閣

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Wei Zhao had not counted on the girl's gratitude, but it seemed the girl had no intention of letting him off.

Just as Wei Zhao was bent over the medicine, absorbed, never once turning back to bother with the girl, a wave of murderous intent came sweeping at him from behind, and the jade pendant on his body stirred as well, passing on a signal of danger.

Wei Zhao frowned. Yet at this crucial moment in the brewing of the medicine, he did not want to be distracted. "Stop messing around."

At that moment Yang Qiqi's heart was torn. On the way out of the pharmacy she had fainted from losing too much blood, but when Wei Zhao yanked off her trousers, the pull on her wound hurt her so badly that it dragged a little consciousness back into her, and her mind cleared a little too; only, her body was far too weak — she did not even have the strength to open her eyes — and she blacked out again.

Afterward, when Wei Zhao treated her wound and sprinkled medicine on it, Yang Qiqi was woken by the pain a second time, and immediately passed out again. So of what happened after that, she still had a rough impression.

It was this man in the room who had saved her, but at the same time, he had seen a great many things he should never have seen — her face, and her legs... That was something Yang Qiqi could never tolerate.

Though killing her own savior, burning the bridge the moment she had crossed it, left Yang Qiqi a little uneasy, her face in this life would bloom for one man alone, and the man in this room had already crossed her bottom line.

Decision made, Yang Qiqi felt for her dagger beside the bed and crept up behind Wei Zhao on tiptoe. Yet seeing him utterly absorbed in brewing the medicine, her movements plainly faltered.

He was brewing the medicine for her? Warmth spread through Yang Qiqi's heart, and she could not quite bring herself to strike.

Yang Qiqi admitted that her heart was not yet as cold as other assassins', not so ruthless and heartless. Whatever else he was, the man in this room was her savior.

Just as Yang Qiqi wavered, Wei Zhao, as though scolding a small child, told her to "stop messing around" — which left Yang Qiqi plainly stunned. She was about to kill him, and he told her to stop messing around?

Did he think she had climbed out of bed only to wander aimlessly about the room?

"Have you never heard the story of Mr. Dongguo since you were little?" Wei Zhao, still without turning his head, went on talking to himself. "I feel as if I'm the Mr. Dongguo in that story right now."

Yang Qiqi's expression changed. Of course she knew the story of Mr. Dongguo. She had grown up inside an assassins' organization, true, but she was markedly different from the other assassins: besides her assassin's training, she had received a proper, orthodox education as well.

The story of Mr. Dongguo was in fact a classic fable: a man named Dongguo saved a wolf, and the wolf turned on him and tried to eat him.

But Wei Zhao's words also reminded Yang Qiqi of something — his earlier "stop messing around" had not been said at random. Wei Zhao had already sensed that she meant to kill him.

The tale of Mr. Dongguo that he went on to tell proved exactly that. He was obliquely mocking her for repaying kindness with enmity.

Just who was this man? Yang Qiqi's heart jumped. With his back to her he could sense her ill intent, yet he made no reaction at all — was he fearless because he had something to fall back on, or...?

Then the purpose for which this man had treated her wound was open to doubt. A chill welled up in Yang Qiqi's heart, and it hardened her resolve; the dagger in her hand quickened, and without the slightest hesitation she struck at Wei Zhao's throat.