Chapter 1939: A knife you can't hold, you can't put it down: Jinyiwei 23

But now, the relationship between her and Song Xu has reached the freezing point. If she said anything else, she would inevitably think about it.
So she took the gold from the table and put it in her arms.
On the icy gold, there seems to be the temperature on Song Xu's body.
"Thank you Son Song." Xi Yan whispered, "I will take it with me."
With it, this is the gold Song Xi gave Xi Xi.
Bringing it instead of disposing of it, Xi Yan already told Song Xu in her words that she would not use this gold easily.
As clever as Song Xu, how could she not understand her?
But how?
Everyone has left him, what good is it to keep this gold?
The expression on Song Xu's face did not show any looseness, nor did he go to see Xi Xi.
An indifferent look at Xi's words.
Xi Biao straightened up and finally looked at Song Xu before turning around and leaving.
Now she is a free man, and she has a gold bar on her body. Leave here and wait for the reminder of the task.
When Xi Xu's figure completely disappeared within the reach of Song Xu's sight, he slowly raised his head and looked at the empty hotel door.
Xi Yan, it's from here.
Song Xu took a deep breath, stood up, and walked back to the room.
When the door was opened and closed, a familiar scene appeared.
Yesterday, it was here that Xi Yi taught him a lot of drawing skills, and for the first time--
Draw a person so seriously.
Song Xu walked slowly to the window of the outer hall, where he got up and sat in the morning.
He pulled out a piece of paper from the back of the cabinet.
On the paper is an ink painting.
Is a woman.
Song Xu's learning ability is very strong, it is basic to understand, not to mention Xi Xi's so detailed.
So although it is only less than two days, Song Xu's painting ability has been improved upwards. I don't know several levels.
This pair of ink and wash portraits has been similarly painted.
The woman in the painting has beautiful eyes closed, a well-behaved sleeping position, and unconsciously placing her hands under her chin, she is extremely cute.
A strand of hair dangled from the tiny bridge of her nose, which made one want to help her sort it out.
This is, Xi.
"Cough, cough!"
The sudden cough surprised Song Xu, and blood was sprayed on this black and white ink painting along the coughing air flow, a little mottled.
The gorgeous red color is unexpectedly blended with the monotonous black and white painting.
Song Xu looked at the woman's face with a touch of bright red, like a flush when she was shy, and couldn't help it.
After a long while, he reacted and wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.
After rubbing it and putting it in front of my eyes, there was a faint, smudged blood stain on the back of the hand.
He turned the back of his hand and spread his palm.
The pure hand, let Song Xu think of the red that spread freely in the water basin after washing his hands while Xi Xi was asleep last night.
Four words emerged from his mind: sickness.
But Song Xu knows very well that this is not a disease, but an unsolvable poison.
He felt it from the moment he was poisoned.
Colorless, odorless and invisible, it can gradually make organs rot.
There is no pain, but he will continue to cough up blood and become weak.
Let him see himself from a peerless master, becoming a waste that can not even hold the sword.
No deadline, I don't know when it will die.
Death is a definitive end. Although the poison has no pain, the most painful thing is not physical torture, but not knowing when it will be its true death.