Embers

"If one day I have to leave Xiaxianmen, Master, will you be willing to follow me?"

Ye Bozhou was taken aback when he heard the words, but he didn't ask, but thought carefully.

He thought for a long time.

Ember hugged his waist tightly from behind, her voice was clear and firm in the silent night: "I understand, that day will never happen!"

After Ye Bozhou fell asleep, Ember cautiously sat up from the bed.

He didn't feel sleepy at all.

After thinking about it, he picked up the sword on the table and pushed the door out.In the yard, the moonlight was clear and the cicadas were singing everywhere.

Gathering his mind, he was about to practice the Jieyou sword technique that Ye Bozhou taught him, when suddenly, he saw something from the corner of his eye, and he paused.

On the eaves, a man in black gracefully landed and stood in front of him.

Ember subconsciously drew her sword.

People who didn't even notice Ye Bozhou...

"who are you?"

The man in black seemed to smile slightly, and pulled off his veil.

Ember instantly felt that the blood all over her body had faded completely.

"This seat came to see you in person, aren't you happy?"

The smile is lazy and careless, but it seems that everything is under control.Where in the world is there another person with such an attitude?

Ember looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

The man in black smiled, "It's been eight years. Recently, the Devil's Cult has been busy with a lot of things, so I don't have time to rush you. But don't think that I have forgotten you. Since the pigeons are not effective, I will come and see you in person." look."

Although the dress was not as flamboyant as usual, but that forceful aura was still faintly present around, making it hard to breathe.

"When will things be available?"

The fists in Ember's sleeves had already been clenched: "On the Xiaxian Gate, only the Library Pavilion is strictly guarded. I have tried for many years, and there is no chance to get in."

Nie Budu smiled slowly: "There's no rush, anyway, I still have less than two years to live."

As he spoke, he took out another thing from his bosom, and handed it to Ember with graceful movements: "This is what Lingxiong dragged me to you, and he also said that he misses you very much, and hopes that you will arrive at the Devil's Cult as soon as possible." Come and join him."

A gust of wind blew by, and in the blink of an eye, the person had disappeared into the night.

Ember lowered his head slowly, only then did he realize that his hands were trembling slightly.

In his hands, a strand of long black hair fluttered in the wind.

But Ye Bozhou was immersed in his sleep at this time, as if he had noticed something, he frowned slightly.

Reaching out his hand unconsciously, he touched Ember's slightly chilled cheek, and fell asleep again with peace of mind.

Whenever there is Ember by his side, he is always not very defensive. If it was in the past, he might have woken up when Nie Budu arrived.

Ember looked at him for a while in the dark, then lifted the quilt and got into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Ye Bozhou woke up in a daze, rubbed his head: "What's wrong..."

Ember lightly touched his lips, her low voice was inaudible.

"I am afraid……"

Ye Bozhou was still not awake yet, when he heard this, he subconsciously put his arms around his waist: "What are you afraid of, Master is here..."

Ember's expression was obscure in the darkness.

Of course, I'm afraid you won't be here...

On the bustling street, a young man walked slowly to the downstairs of the tavern leaning on crutches.

This person was wearing a soot gauze dress, his outline was impeccably perfect, and his gestures were dignified and compelling, but his eyes were covered with a wide band, wasting his good looks in vain.

Seeing his extraordinary demeanor, the boss winked at the waiter, and the waiter immediately went up to greet him enthusiastically.

"My lord, are you alone?"

There was no expression on the man's face: "Look for someone."

"Then who are you looking for?"

"Lan Yi, about 15 years old, doesn't smile."

"..."

Generally, people who come to this tavern are regular customers, and they can basically be attracted by just saying their name.This one is so good, don't tell me who is blind, and don't even tell who the person he is looking for is.

However, the waiter in the shop was very clever and took him all the way to the private room on the second floor. Inside, Ember was sitting by the window drinking tea, as soon as he approached, he could feel the indifferent aura emanating from him.

In fact, Ember is very eye-catching in the crowd. He has the dignity of a rich man and the fierceness of a person in the world. Coupled with his unique indifference, people can always notice him at the first sight.

Fu Yan also felt this aura as soon as he entered the door. Even though Ember didn't say anything, he still smiled at the waiter with certainty: "This is it, thank you."

Ember put down the teacup, watched him approaching with a cane blankly, and sat down.

"It's really rare that you will find me." Fu Yan smiled lightly, "Why don't you come down and pick me up, you also know that my eyesight is not convenient."

Ember's voice was calm: "You can find it yourself."

Fu Yan was rather playful: "Really?"

Ember's gaze fell directly on his face: "Zangshu Pavilion is so complicated, don't you also walk freely?"

Fu Yan paused when he heard that.

Then he lowered his head and took a sip of tea: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Ember looked at him firmly: "Make a deal with me."

"trade?"

This word made Fu Yan feel fresh.

"What kind of deal?"

Ember played with the teacup with one hand: "Do one thing for me, you can make an equivalent request to me, as long as I can do it, the deal will be considered finalized. What do you think?"

Fu Yan remained calm: "I think——I must at least hear what you want me to do first. If it's too difficult, I'm afraid I can't do anything."

"It's very easy for you."

"Oh? What is it?"

Ember stood up, bent slightly, leaned close to his ear and whispered two words, and then sat back on her own.

Fu Yan raised his chin abruptly, and remained silent for a long time in his direction.

Ember was motionless.

After a long while, Fu Yan said, "Is this the reason why you want to enter Zangshuge over and over again?"

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There was a hint of inquiry in Fu Yan's voice: "How do you know that it's not in your house?"

Ember sneered coldly: "Every Qianji Pavilion can tell lies, let alone such a little trick. Naturally, someone told me."

Hearing the sound of the person on the opposite side patting the table lightly with his knuckles, Fu Yan propped his chin and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "For revenge?"

"Knowing too much is not a good thing."

Fu Yan laughed softly: "Okay, don't ask. I agree to help you. I like to watch good shows."

Ember let out a "hmm", but still couldn't express any emotions: "Then what is your condition?"

"Help me kill someone."

Ember's fingers moved slightly.

"Who?"

Fu Yan tilted his head, found the exact position of his hand, pulled his arm, and slowly wrote two words in his palm.

This time it was Ember's turn to be startled, his brows furrowed: "Why?"

Fu Yan smiled inexplicably, stroked his palm twice with his fingertips, and Ember immediately withdrew his hand.

"Because I'm not happy with him and want him to die."

Ember: "With my current ability, I can't get close to him at all."

Fu Yan sighed: "I know."

Ember waited for his next words.

"I don't care about the time, it's fine as long as it is, and the method is whatever you want, as long as he dies in your hands in the end. You won't be able to do it all your life, right?"

There was a provocative smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ember's eyes flickered for a moment: "Okay, it's a deal!"

"It's a word."

Before leaving, Ember heard a soft sigh from behind: "I really want to see what you look like—"

He pushed the door expressionlessly out.

……

When Ember came back, Ye Bozhou was writing something in front of the case.

Ember hugged his waist from behind.

Ye Bozhou smiled and put down his pen: "Where did you go and why did you come back?"

"I went out for a walk with Zheng Yijun...huh?"

Ember stared at the paper, stunned.

It was a painting. There were two people in the painting. One was an old man, drinking from a wine jug, and the other was an old man and a middle-aged man. Vibrant tenderness.

Both of them have wrinkled and old faces, and only the chic figure can still recognize the traces of their youth.

Ye Bozhou stood up at some point, went to his side, and smiled lowly against his ear: "I think we should look like this when we are old."

Ember looked at it carefully for a long time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's too ugly."

Ye Bozhou feigned anger, pressed him on the table and licked his neck.

"Do you dare to call Master ugly?"

Ember smiled without saying a word.

Ye Bozhou's face was just above his face, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, his eyes were like pools of water, he was as good-looking as a god, who would dare to say he was ugly?

The two rubbed back and forth like this, and their breathing became heavy again.

Ye Bozhou's hand reached into his clothes irregularly.

Ember's breath was a little unstable: "Master..."

Ye Bozhou lowered his head helplessly and blocked his mouth: "Don't talk, let me touch you. If you talk again, I'm afraid I really can't help it."

Ember spoke indistinctly: "I'm not afraid of pain..."

Ye Bozhou's swollen lower body gently rubbed between his legs, but he still didn't make any unnecessary movements, he just sighed and said in a low voice, "I will feel bad."