Chapter 1939 The Knife I Can’t Hold, You Can’t Let Go: Jin Yiwei 23

But now, the relationship between her and Song Xu has reached a freezing point. If she says no more, it is inevitable what Song Xu will think in his heart.

So she picked up the ingot of gold from the table and put it in her arms.

The cold gold seemed to still have the warmth of Song Xu's body.

"Thank you, Mr. Song." Xi Ying whispered, "I will definitely take it with me."

With it, this is naturally the gold that Song Xu gave to Xi Ying.

She was carrying it instead of disposing of it. Xi Ying had already told Song Xu in her words that she would not use this ingot of gold lightly.

As smart as Song Xu, how could he not understand her?

But so what?

People have already left him, so what's the use of keeping this ingot of gold?

The expression on Song Xu's face didn't loosen at all, and he didn't look at Xi Ying.

He looked indifferent to Xi Ying's words.

Xi Ying straightened up, took one last look at Song Xu, then turned and left.

Now she is a free person, and she still has a piece of gold on her body. She needs to leave here and wait for the prompt of the mission.

When Xi Ying's figure completely disappeared from Song Xu's sight, he slowly raised his head and looked at the empty inn door.

Xi Ying walked out from here.

Song Xu took a deep breath, stood up, and walked back to the room.

Open the door, close the door, and a familiar scene appears in front of you.

Yesterday, it was here that Xi Ying taught him many painting techniques, and for the first time he——

Draw a person so seriously.

Song Xu walked slowly to the window of the outer hall, where he sat when he got up in the morning.

He pulled a piece of paper from the back of the cabinet.

On the paper is an ink painting.

It's a woman.

Song Xu's learning ability is very strong, and he can understand the basics, not to mention Xi Ying's explanations are so detailed.

So although it was only less than two days, Song Xu's painting ability had improved by several levels.

This ink portrait painting is almost 90% similar.

The woman in the painting has her beautiful eyes lightly closed, sleeping in an obedient posture, and her hands unconsciously placed under her chin, which is extremely cute.

A strand of hair hung down on the bridge of her small nose, making people want to help her tidy it up.

This is Xi Ying.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The sudden cough caught Song Xu by surprise, and blood sprayed on the black and white ink painting in spots along the coughing air.

The bright red is paired with the monotonous black and white painting, and it unexpectedly blends very well.

Song Xu looked at the woman's face in the painting with a hint of blush, like the blush when she was shy, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

It took him a long time to react and wipe the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.

After wiping it, I looked at it and saw a faint, smudged blood stain on the back of my hand.

He turned the back of his hand over and spread his palm.

The white and clean hands reminded Song Xu of the red color that spread wantonly in the basin after washing his hands while Xi Ying was asleep last night.

Four words came to his mind: terminally ill.

But Song Xu knew very well that his illness was not a disease, but a poison with no cure.

He had felt it since he was first poisoned.

Colorless, odorless and invisible, it can cause organs to gradually decay.

There is no pain, just constant coughing up blood and constant weakness.

Let him watch himself go from a peerless master to a useless person who can't even hold a sword.

There is no deadline and no one knows when he will die.

Death is a certain outcome. Although there is no pain from this poison, the most painful thing is not the physical torture, but the fact that you don't know when your real death will be.