After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Shen Jinmo originally wanted to let the boy see enough, so that he would remember his appearance and not think about looking for another backer in the future.

But the sudden sound of two unfamiliar footsteps disrupted his plans.

"Xie Nanxing, stay here and don't come out until the noise stops."

"Ah? Are they here again?"

He comes to assassinate twice in one night. Don’t you have any sleep?

Could it be that the Great Xia Dynasty is so corrupt from the court to the countryside?

So is it a crime if he just thinks about lying down all day?

"Yeah." Shen Jinmo responded in a deep voice, closed the wooden door of the kitchen, and entered the courtyard alone.

The sharp sword shattered the moonlight and attacked Shen Jinmo's vital point. Shen Jinmo swung the whip in his hand straight out, snatching the sword blade and locking the neck.

He dragged the secret guard by the neck and stepped back a few steps, then kicked the attacker directly into the water tank.

The secret guard who entered the water tank seemed to have a very poor swimming ability. He flapped his arms and legs in the water tank, but could not get out of the waist-deep water tank.

His cold eyes fell on the assassin who was tied up by the neck, and he asked casually: "What are you doing in my thatched hut?"

"I am here on the orders of the Emperor. Your Highness, please do not be confused."

The secret guard's voice was threatening and condescending, but unfortunately, Shen Jinmo didn't like it.

He tightened the whip in his hand slightly and ended the life of the person opposite him.

His eyes slowly moved, and he thrust the whip into the water tank, throwing out the still struggling man, and stepped on the man's chest.

"What about you?" The two words were short, clean and sharp, revealing a slight impatience.

The only person who escaped from Shen Jinmo in all these years was the one who escaped today. It would take five or six days to get from Yunhuai Village to Luoan even if one traveled day and night.

The so-called imperial decree is nothing but nonsense.

"The Emperor summoned His Royal Highness the Crown Prince back to the Divine Capital."

"You two are really interesting. You are looking for this royal nobleman to find my thatched cottage?"

Accompanied by sarcastic words, the secret guard who was stepped on by Shen Jinmo watched the last ray of moonlight in his life and left peacefully.

Shen Jinmo felt that this person should be at ease.

It would be more pleasant to die at his feet than to be tortured to death after a failed assassination attempt.

The group of people that have appeared recently are different from the past. Whenever they take action, they are determined to kill.

Shen Jinmo knew in his heart that these people's purpose was not to call him back to the Divine Capital, but to evaluate his value.

He, Shen Jinmo, is now nothing more than a commodity waiting to be sold at a price.

Only if the value is high will it be eligible for use.

Now, before the imperial edict arrived, Shen Jinmo and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince both died in the winter ten years ago.

He turned and went into the side room, took out a piece of black cloth, wrapped the two people on the ground, tied them up with a whip, and walked towards the mountains.

He glanced at the wooden door of the kitchen. Although the trembling was faint, Shen Jinmo could see it clearly.

The sick kid might be scared and cry again.

If you cry and feel scared, it means you understand.

I won't keep running away to save my life.

After all, escaping from this thatched hut could really result in loss of life.

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He stood up from the small stool, took off his blood-soaked clothes, and poured bucket after bucket of hot water over Xie Nanxing's head.

The mud on the head, the blood on the face, and the dirt on the body all fell onto the muddy ground with the hot water and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Her original appearance returned, as if Xie Nanxing had never experienced a life-or-death situation.

But this heart that was beating wildly could not return to its previous tranquility.

The words "Your Highness the Crown Prince", "Your Majesty", and "Divine Capital" completely destroyed Xie Nanxing's extravagant hopes for the future.

Xie Nanxing got the script of imperial power in a dynasty where the emperor was angry and millions of people died.

His luck was not actually very good. The tiles dropped by Ma Mu killed the secret guards who came on the emperor's orders, and some of the secret guards managed to escape during the fight.

The man he wants to please and rely on is the Crown Prince, and this Crown Prince is experiencing rounds of assassinations.

Xie Nanxing knew clearly that he had been bound by the shackles of fate and that he could not live without the Crown Prince for the rest of his life.

If Xie Nanxing leaves His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he will die.

He has no power and influence and is in a sickly state. He will certainly not be able to help the prince in the slightest and may even hold him back.

The interactions between people are nothing more than an exchange of interests. Xie Nanxing couldn't think of what he should do to make the prince willing to protect him forever.

"Xie Nanxing, wake up. If you keep thinking about lying down and living a good life, you will lose your life." He muttered to himself with a bitter smile on his face.

As he laughed, the bitter smile was replaced by determination.

In this world, everything except life and death is a trivial matter.

"Xie Nanxing, living is your own business. No one is obligated to protect you."

"They are protecting you out of kindness. Even if you can't help them, at least don't hold them back."

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The darkness of the night gradually faded away, the stars and the moon disappeared from the sky, and the rich blue sounded the horn of dawn.

The mountain road, which he had walked thousands of times, looked no different from usual, but Shen Jinmo noticed the difference when he slightly tilted his head.

From the chimney of the thatched hut where he lived on the mountainside, gray smoke was now rising slowly.

It is soft and gentle, and will dissipate with the wind, but it is the warmth of home.

The smoke from the cooking looks like sickly plants.

Naturally, the smoke produced by Xie Nanxing should also look like Xie Nanxing.

For the first time in more than a decade, Shen Jinmo felt attached to the thatched cottage on the mountainside and wanted to go home immediately.

He used his lightness skills to move towards the mountainside and entered the courtyard. The mud had been swept, without any disgusting trace of blood.

This was the first time in all these years that someone came to help Shen Jinmo clean up the mess left after the fight.

Walking into the place where the smoke was rising, Shen Jinmo saw cooked rice porridge on the stove and five baked eggs placed on the edge of the stove. He understood what Xie Nanxing meant.

This sickly boy is doing these things with his crippled body to show his goodwill. He is demonstrating his worth. He wants Shen Jinmo to protect him forever.

In fact, if he hadn't shown it, Shen Jinmo wouldn't have killed this sickly kid.

I can't explain why, I just can't.

After breakfast, Shen Jinmo washed himself in the yard. Although he was not stained with blood, Shen Jinmo always felt that there was the smell of someone else's blood on him.

He hated blood and he hated fighting, but he had no choice.

He entered the room with wet hair. There was a mat on the floor and Xie Nanxing was sleeping wrapped in two quilts.

You know what, it’s really clean after washing.

Lying down against the bed rail, Shen Jinmo looked at Xie Nanxing in front of him in the morning light.

The skin that had not seen the sun for many years was of a sickly pale color. If you got a little closer, you could see the blue bloodshot underneath the skin.

His dry lips were slightly opened, and his nose moved slightly with his strong breaths, like a pissed-off wild cat.

At this moment, Shen Jinmo had to admit that the eyes filled with stars were born on this skin, and the cinnabar mole at the end of the eye should also stay in that position.

This is a body that can hold up all the good things in this world.

But his slightly wrinkled brows revealed a firm desire for life that was not typical of a man born with a disability.

If you have never felt a healthy body, if you have never experienced the vitality of life, it is impossible to have such a desire.