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A human's throat is extremely fragile and fatal.

Cai Youling looked at Tang Yin in disbelief. She had never thought that he would still have such power under the effects of the Intoxicated Divine Dew, and she had made a fatal mistake. She was so careless that she didn't even manage to cover up her spirit armour.

It's over! Cai Youling knew that with Tang Yin's ruthless personality, she would never let him off. However, what surprised her was that even though Tang Yin had grabbed her throat, he did not pinch her throat down. Instead, his hands slowly slid down her neck, from her neck down, [Content Revision].

Cai Youling first lowered his head to look at the big hand in front of her chest, then suddenly raised his head, and sharply cried: "Tang Yin?"

"Eh?" Tang Yin replied softly.

"What are you doing? Why didn't you kill me? "

Tang Yin scoffed and retorted, "You want to hear the truth and you want to hear lies?"

"What is the lie?" Cai Youling did not move, [Content Change]

"I've never forced a woman to do anything. You're the first one, regardless of whether it's out of sympathy or guilt, I can't bear to kill you."

Cai Youling took a deep breath. Even though Tang Yin had stated frankly that he was lying, ripples still arose in her heart.

She asked in a hoarse voice, "Then... Where's your truth? "

Tang Yin's mouth twitched, and laughed bitterly: "I don't have any strength left." I don't even have the strength to break your neck.

The originally hazy and confused look in her eyes was once again replaced with the fire. She waved her hand and opened Tang Yin's palm, shouting: "You're going to die!" As she spoke, she kicked Tang Yin's lower abdomen.

Maybe the kick she sent out was exactly what Tang Yin wanted. Even if she fell down a cliff and drowned to death, he wouldn't be able to tolerate falling into a woman's hands.

Borrowing the strength of Cai Youling's kick, Tang Yin took the opportunity to retreat. He was originally not far from the edge of the cliff, and before he had taken a few steps back, his body had already floated up into the air.

She wanted to pull Tang Yin back, but just as her hand was about to make contact with Tang Yin's clothes, the latter used the last bit of her consciousness, the last bit of her strength, and swung her arm, violently opening Cai Youling's palm. Boom!!

Whooosh! Tang Yin stepped on the air and his body was like a broken kite as he quickly flew down the cliff.

"Tang Yin!"

Cai Youling knelt on the side of the cliff and stretched out her hand, but she did not manage to grab onto anything. She could only watch as Tang Yin continuously smashed into the protruding rocks on the cliff walls while he fell, causing clumps of blood to appear in the air. In the end, when he fell into the river, only a white splash of water could be seen.

While in a coma, after continuously colliding with each other, he finally fell into the turbulent waters of the river. There was basically no chance for him to survive.

Tang Yin was dead, and the nightmare that had been bothering her for hundreds of days and nights finally came to an end. Cai Youling felt that he should be happy and relieved, but she couldn't seem to get happy at all.

Only when she heard the sound of water dripping onto the stone surface did she come back to her senses. When she realized that the stone under her chin was already wet to the extreme, she raised her hand to feel her own face, but before she knew it, her face was covered in tears.

She did not know what had happened to her, nor did she have the time to calm her emotions. She lowered her head to look at the river below the cliff and hoarsely muttered, "You would rather commit suicide than let me save you. Do you really hate me and hate me?"

When Tang Yin fell from the cliff, he had already fainted. This was a good thing for Tang Yin, at least he wouldn't feel pain when his bones were broken.

As he fell, his body kept crashing into the rocks, each impact fatal, accompanied by the sound of breaking bones. In the end, he fell into the river, and before he could sink to the bottom, he was swept away by the swift flow of the river.

He did not know how long he had been unconscious. It was like an hour or two, or a century or two. When he regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes, what entered his vision was a shabby, simple, shaggy roof.

None... Died? He was surprised that he was still alive. Although he had just regained his consciousness, he was 100% sure that he was still alive. He did what he did. If he died, he would be sent to the eighteenth level of hell, but the recent daylight outside made him feel blinding. If someone died, he wouldn't feel anything, but right now there wasn't a single place in his body that didn't feel pain.

It was as if thousands of ants were gnawing on his body, tens of thousands of small saws were cutting and sawing his bones, and the pain that swept over him made his vision darken, and he fainted again.

When he woke up for the second time, the sky was still bright. He didn't know how many days he had been unconscious, but he felt the pain in his body lessening.

He gasped weakly for a few breaths and rolled his eyes slowly. It was the only organ in his body that could move at the moment.

He squinted his eyes and looked around for a while. Finally, he got a good look at where he was. It was a simple hut, very small. Other than the collapsed brick bed, there was only a table, two stools, and not a single wardrobe or box. It would not be wrong to describe it as a house with four walls.

He closed his eyes and calmed his mind. Soon, he heard the sound of water flowing, and a faint smell of blood filled his nostrils.

Tang Yin's unusually calm mind quickly determined his own situation. This hut should be by the river, and the owner of the hut should be a fisherman. When he jumped down from the cliff, he probably caught him fishing and accidentally knocked the unconscious him up.

How lucky! It is true that good people do not live long, while disasters live a thousand years. Tang Yin really wanted to laugh three times about his own life, but unfortunately, he didn't have the strength to do so right now.

After that, he wanted to move his body and see how heavy his injuries were. However, when he used even a little more strength, the intense pain made him flood in again. That unbearable pain made even someone as strong as Tang Yin to let out a groan.

When he woke up for the third time, it was already dark outside, and the window beside him was completely dark. He could only see the faint glow of a candle flame coming from the other side.

After being taught a lesson, Tang Yin didn't dare to move his body anymore. He just laid there like a log, eyes turning as he looked at the only light source in the thatched cottage.

On the shabby wooden table was a black oil lamp. At the table sat a person, a woman dressed as a village girl. Tang Yin could not see her appearance clearly, nor could he guess how old she was.

"One ?"

Tang Yin wanted to speak and ask who she was, but just as he opened his mouth, he realized that his throat was extremely dry and hoarse. He said the word 'you' with a terrifying hoarse voice, like a stone scraping across glass.

He didn't say anything, but the strange noise he made alarmed the other party.

The village girl's body trembled. She quickly placed the clothes she was sewing on the table, stood up and walked over to Tang Yin. She looked at him with concern and asked softly: "You're awake?"

As she stood against the light, Tang Yin was still unable to see her appearance clearly. All he saw were her two slender phoenix eyes and a pair of eyes that were even brighter than the stars.

Tang Yin really wanted to say something, but he was unable to do so.

Seemingly seeing his discomfort, the village girl said: "You must be thirsty, right? "Wait a moment."

With that, she quickly left.

Not long after, she took a bowl of warm water and walked over to Tang Yin's side and slowly placed it next to his lips.

So sweet!

Tang Yin dared to swear that this was the sweetest water he had ever drunk in his entire life.

The village girl was so close to him, he could not see her appearance clearly. He wanted to use the Night-vision Eye, but he was afraid that his two strange jade-green beasts would scare her.

He sighed secretly. Suddenly, a faint fragrance wafted from his nostrils, like flowers but not like flowers. It was more like medicinal fragrance mixed with the fragrance of a body. That was the fragrance of a village girl.

It was a very unique body scent. Tang Yin liked this smell, and it made him feel comfortable, warm and yet ? Relax.

In a big bowl of water, he drank most of it.

The village girl used the back of her hand to support his forehead, murmuring, "It's not that hot anymore." After pausing for a moment, she then turned to Tang Yin and said, "Your injuries are very serious. You just woke up, and your body is very weak.

Tang Yin felt that her hands were very cold, but when placed on his forehead, it made him feel strangely comfortable. He did not want to sleep, but the village girl's gentle voice seemed to have sleeping effects, causing Tang Yin's tensed nerves to gradually loosen up, his consciousness slowly drifting away, and finally falling back into sleep.

When he woke up again, it was unknown just how many times Tang Yin had already woken up. The sky outside was bright and the room was empty.

This time, Tang Yin felt that his mind was a lot better, and his head was no longer foggy, but he was still unable to move. If he wanted to move his body, pain would follow, but what was stronger than before was that other than his eyeballs being able to move his fingers as well, he was even happier that he could finally make a normal sound, although his voice was still hoarse and ugly.

"Yes ?" Is anyone there? "

Tang Yin wanted to sit up, but he couldn't. He could only lie on the brick bed and call out with his loudest voice.

Clang!

When he called out for the third time, the door was slammed open and a young man walked in from outside with large strides. This youngster looked to be around fifteen to sixteen years old, but he had tanned skin and was tall and big. If one did not look at his slightly immature face and just by his figure, people would believe him even if he were to say that he was in his twenties.0

"Ah!" You're awake? " The young man walked to the front of the brick bed in just two or three steps. He bent down and looked down at Tang Yin.

Being stared at at by such a young man at such a close distance made Tang Yin feel awkward. He frowned slightly and asked: "Who are you?"

"My name is Han Zhan, I was the one who brought you up from the river!" The young man looked big and his voice was loud. His coarse voice shook Tang Yin so much that he felt waves of pain in his ear drums.

It was because of this that Tang Yin smiled bitterly at the youth's words.

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