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Xingsheng: I don't know what kind of truth you heard from He Suifeng, but do you really think I dare not kill you? !

Yijing is about to collapse.

He Suifeng paused, his eyes widened in fear.

"You...how do you explain this, could it be..."

"That's enough..." Yijing looked like a dying person, even the voice of calling for help was minimal.

"He has been dead for so many years, do you still want to insult his fame?! He had a close relationship with the former commander of the army. The former commander was dissatisfied with being born an emperor, but he was persuaded by a few words..."

"Enough is enough!"

Yijing yelled violently, interrupting He Suifeng's conjecture very arbitrarily, and took off the long gun behind his backhand, and stabbed straight at the cage where He Suifeng was, without raising his eyes, the sound of the strong wind has not stopped At that time, the long gun had already passed through the hard wood of the prison door, and arrived between He Suifeng's eyebrows.

The dark red blood flowed over the eye sockets and sank into the neck, and the two stood there quietly like stone statues, as if they had fallen into an eternal moment.

He Suifeng felt that his body was trembling - it was only half an inch away. If Yijing was not careful for a moment, he would die here for no reason.

He tried to take a step back, trying to stay away from Yijing, but before he could move his toes, his body threw him heavily to the ground involuntarily.

"Crack-bang!"

The long-wearing hardwood was torn apart, and in the flying dust, He Suifeng seemed to see Yijing's scarlet eyes, as if soaked in the blood of injustice.

"Enough..." Yijing let go of his hand, and the spear slowly fell on his palm, "I don't want to hear any more."

When Shuze was about to wake up, he found that his mouth was dry and his lips were cold, and instinctively drove him to move forward.

"Master Shuze?"

He breathed in response, and suddenly felt the pain in his chest, and immediately widened his eyes, almost screaming.

"Are you awake?"

A handsome woman beside him looked at him with a bowl of water in her hand.

"Sister Ye Xiang..."

"It can be regarded as waking up." Ye Xiang patted his face, then lifted his neck, fed him some warm water, took a cloth towel, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said: "You should rest Now, I'll call the teacher over for you."

The teacher she was talking about was naturally Xing Sheng.

Shuze turned her head and saw the night scenery full of frost, she said dumbfoundedly: "I'm afraid it's already late at night, so don't bother him."

"That can't be done. If he knew that you had woken up, but I didn't tell him, wouldn't he want to take care of me?"

After finishing speaking, he ignored Shuze's shouting, and went out with a windy foot, and couldn't shout back no matter what.

Shuze turned her head helplessly, and at a glance she saw the stars and the open fields.

He didn't seem to think about anything, but there was always a flash of blood in front of his eyes intentionally or unintentionally, as if someone was secretly obstructing him, reminding him of the past that should not be forgotten.

Sure enough, the sound of hurried footsteps came to his ears from far and near, and then the door of the back room was pushed open mercilessly by a person. Even though Shuze had been prepared for a long time, she was also frightened, afraid that Xing Cheng would be surprised If you palm it over, the door is about to die.

"Shuze!"

The son whose name was being read subconsciously wanted to jump up from the bed, but he only moved his fingers before he realized that his father had arrived in front of him at some point. The speed was as fast as changing his mind.

"You've finally woken up, are you feeling better?" Xing Cheng turned on the light, which reflected his nervousness, "Are you thirsty? Or are you hungry?"

"No..." Shuze tried to get up, but was stopped by Xing Sheng, "I'm not thirsty or hungry, just a little tired."

"Don't force yourself, resting well is the right way."

"What's going on, I... I saw a person... and passed out..."

"Someone attacked Tingxue... Now she has turned the corner and rested a lot in the next day, so she shouldn't suffer from any illnesses." Xing Sheng paid more attention, and deliberately didn't mention the tragedy, for fear that Shuze would feel uncomfortable after hearing this.

Shuze breathed a long sigh of relief, and asked again: "Who is that person, and why did he treat Sister Tingyu..."

Xing Cheng froze, he didn't move or speak for a while, and then whispered after a while: "You won't be able to make it clear for a while, but after a few more years, you will naturally understand..."

"Someone hates Boqing Yijing? So they want to find Sister Tingyu to take revenge?"

Shuze's sharp point made Mr. Zhongjun at a loss. Now that he thinks about it, he is only 13 years old.

"It's like when someone took me and Shuya away..."

"Do you still remember that incident?" Xing Sheng's heart skipped a beat.

"I really killed someone, didn't I? That person died, and the blood flowed everywhere..."

Sure enough, he couldn't forget the past after all, even with a word of advice, he could vividly see Meng Qian's struggle before his death.

The more he wanted to tell Xing Cheng about his suffering, the more his breathing became short of breath, and his body even began to curl up and twist stiffly.Xing Sheng frantically tried to stop him from hurting himself, regretted how it happened again, and then heard him continue to say: "I still have the smell of his blood on my hands, I can't even wash my hands until the skin peels off! "

"Shuze..." Xing Cheng was so frightened by his trance-like appearance that he couldn't help but think about how to comfort his son. When he didn't pay attention, Shuze broke away from his hands, as if being stabbed by random needles. The stabbed beast suddenly jumped up and jumped out of the bed, even the table and chairs fell to the ground.

Xing Cheng was shocked and wanted to get up to help him, but unexpectedly he pushed Xing Cheng aside again, as if he was the only one in the room facing the sky full of demons.

"Hand...my hand..."

Shuze looked around the room with a trembling voice, staggering and faltering, fearing that ghosts would fly behind him and take his life, but this small room could actually accommodate him to flee in a hurry.

He finally set his eyes on Xing Sheng's long sword, and then burst out laughing, as if he had received a revelation from the apocalypse.

"As long as I cut off these hands, the blood can no longer haunt me!"

"Don't hurt yourself! Shuze!"

Xing Sheng stepped on his feet and rushed forward, leaping across the air while Shuze was holding the long sword high, stretched out his hand and squeezed Shuze's wrist, a little force caused Shuze to scream in pain, and threw the long sword out of his hand.

It seemed that the piercing pain awakened Shuze's supposed sobriety, and she opened her eyes again as if in a reincarnation, and saw Xingcheng standing in front of her with a long sword in his hand. The sadness and sadness in the middle of the day is like looking at the bleak and yellow of the autumn, the fallen leaves may return to their roots, and the branches can only bear the frost and snow alone to spend the last winter.

Spring comes to sprout, and summer can become cloudy again, but what once withered can no longer be repeated.

Shuze looked into Xingcheng's eyes and wanted to cry bitterly, for Xingcheng's sake and for herself.

He tried to tell Xingcheng that he was fine, but the madness just now flashed before his eyes again and again, he looked at his ugly appearance like a passerby.

"Why didn't you tell me..." Xing Cheng stretched out his hand and lightly touched his forehead that was dripping with cold sweat, "I'm afraid this matter will enter your dreams every night and make you unsafe..."

"I..." Shuze didn't dare to look into Xing Sheng's eyes, "I don't know how to say it, as long as I want to speak, I just..."

"No one of you has ever mentioned this to me, not even Shuya..."

"They just don't know where to start. Shuya usually keeps her sword away in front of me, and she doesn't even want me to see red things. And these old dreams... I'm used to it...Grandmother Qing I have found many ways to sleep peacefully with the commander of the army, but I can't let me just eat like this for the rest of my life..."

Xing Sheng was silent for a long time, still trying to force Shuze to sleep peacefully, excused that he had other things to do, hurried out the door, raised his head in a trance, only to realize that there seemed to be light in the sky.

He has a lot to say, but he doesn't know where to start, let alone whom to talk to.The grief of Master's tragic death seemed to come back again, boiling in his heart, scalding every inch of him—but at this time, Chen Ying and Chang Ming were thousands of miles away.He decided to rush to Lingjunhou's mansion immediately, even if he couldn't see Nanrong Juncong and Wanshanquan, it would be good to have Xingchao's company, but he only took two steps towards the stable before he stopped.

He suddenly realized that he had been a father for so many years, and his child was already 13 years old.

There should be no need to look for someone to rely on.

He took a step back and walked towards Xuanwu Pavilion like a walking dead.

Xuanwu Pavilion, which should be guarded day and night, was quiet at the moment. With a thought, he stretched out his hand and slowly pushed open the door of Xuanwu Pavilion.

Taking advantage of the tiredness that the moonlight has not yet faded, he saw the dust flying in front of him, as if he couldn't bear to wake up the people in it.

"Is it Xingcheng?" Yijing's slightly hoarse voice came from the darkness.

"It's the next official", Xing Cheng casually agreed, reached out to take the fire pocket, and then polished it, and heard Yijing say: "Don't light the lamp."

Xing Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and waved his hand to extinguish the fire.

"Did you not sleep all night? You came to Xuanwu Pavilion after seeing He Suifeng?"

In the silence, only Xing Sheng's voice echoed.

"But what happened?"

Yijing still didn't answer.

Seeing this, Xing Cheng stopped talking, moved his feet, but the person disappeared without a sound.

Yijing originally fell on his back on the main seat of the army commander, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Xing Sheng's wrist, but he didn't even move his eyes.

"Don't bother...don't worry about me either."

Xing Cheng slowly withdrew his hand, sighed and said: "You need to rest, I will let you sleep peacefully, and when there is something important, I will wake you up again."

The change of one day and one night made both of them tired.

"I know you're kind, but I can't sleep, and I don't want to."

Yijing's voice was as calm as water, but it turned into frost in the infinite loneliness.

"If there is really something that makes you sad, then say it, it will make you feel better." Xing Cheng didn't know whether he should say this to Yijing or himself.

He knew that he was covered in bruises, but he gritted his teeth and applied medicine to others.

It is not clear who can save whom.

"Xingcheng, do you still want revenge?"

"What did you say?" Xing Cheng's eyes widened suddenly, and the sea of ​​bitterness in his heart stirred again.

"Is it really so important to avenge Master and Senior Brother, and Gan Yi and Gan Biao?!"

"That's my master!" Xing Cheng's voice was sharp, like a sharp knife going straight to Yijing's eyes, only to hear a loud noise, the surrounding dust was noisy, and the desk table in front of the main seat collapsed in all directions, almost melting For 齑 powder.

"I know that the general treats you very well...but it's been so many years. Can you feel relieved and satisfied if you can take revenge on the brothers of the Gan family?" Trembling that is not easy to be noticed: "He Suifeng has never been like this, but how much pain has he suffered now? He almost didn't know right from wrong, didn't ask where he came and went, and killed his own child!"

Xing Cheng didn't answer, but walked away in a huff, wishing he could leave Yijing far behind.

"Xingcheng!" Yijing shouted, choking with sobs, making Xingcheng stop.

"Fu Yuanping is dead, but Nanrong Xingcheng is still alive! You have parents, Qingzi, children, brothers and friends, aren't these enough? The Marquis Lingjun treats you as his own and never stops you from taking revenge. That's just because he hopes that this will make you feel better! The general is kind to him, so he hopes to replace the general and compensate you as an elder. But the general never wanted to see you suffer from the pain of parting from life and death 15 years!"

"What nonsense!"

Xing Cheng turned around abruptly, stepped forward and grabbed Yijing's throat, the strength of his hands showed that he did not show mercy, as long as Yijing made a move, this valley would change forever.

"I don't know what kind of truth you heard from He Suifeng, but do you really think I dare not kill you?!"