Master Xiao thinks about those years

Holding the long sword in his hand, Shu Yao's whole body was trembling. He looked at the person in front of him who bowed because of the pain, and at the extremely embarrassed Fu Nian, strangely, he didn't feel any pleasure.

Maybe it's because Fu Nian's current appearance is too filthy, and his posture is too humble, not even as good as an ant.Stepping on it lightly is like stepping on cotton softly, without any satisfaction.

The blood stained the dirty black clothes, and there was a strong fishy smell in the air.

With the sound of ticking and jumping, bright red blood beads gushed out from the chest of the rune, flowing and dripping along the luminous edge of the long sword.

Scarlet broken flowers bloomed on the ground.

The bright yellow sun was shining down on the curved back of Fu Nian, and it was even sprinkled in this blood-colored flower, reflecting a piece of brilliance and dazzling.

bang-

A touch of red streaked across the rising sun, and the long sword fell to the ground.

Shu Yao stood coldly in the brilliant thousand suns, facing the brilliance, he drew out the sharp knife that pierced into the chest of Fu Nian.

With the sword drawn, Shu Yao seemed not to want to see Fu Nian again, stepped on the blood, turned and left.

"and many more……"

A weak voice sounded at his feet.

Shu Yao frowned and turned his head, and was about to swear, but saw Fu Nian stretching out from his dirty hand, grabbing the corner of his white as snow clothes.

Fu Nian raised his face, his pale lips opened and closed, and his voice was as vague as mist.

But Shu Yao still understood the two words he said from the shape of his mouth, because he was also very familiar with these two words——Mo Qing

Fu Nian repeated in a hoarse voice, unable to utter a sound because he couldn't lift up his strength.

He was begging Shu Yao to release the seal on the shelf.

After understanding the meaning expressed by Fu Nian, Shu Yao's eyebrows trembled inaudibly.

He didn't look at Mo Qing, and pulled the corner of his clothes out of Fu Nian's hand.

"The seal has been released long ago. Mo Qing is really unlucky for eight lifetimes when he meets you. Hurry up and get out with his corpse!"

After the cold words fell, the speaker turned around quickly, as if he was escaping from something.

When the dust settled, people dispersed like birds.

At that time, the slowly rising sun just happened to rise above the Jiuhan Palace in Shangyu.

Fu Nian's thick long eyelashes swayed slightly, and he glanced ahead, as if his marrow was pulled out, and finally he fell down straight.

His head fell to the ground, facing the silent man in red on the wooden frame.

He wasn't unconscious, just in too much pain.

It was so painful that I couldn't breathe, and it was so painful that I couldn't move.

Misty haze and clouds, birds singing in the empty forest.

Amidst the silent birdsong, he felt that his flesh and blood were slowly healing.Flesh and flesh can heal again, but what about the heart hidden in flesh and blood?

Broken and riddled with holes.

It's about to rot into a mess of dirty mud.

After a stick of incense, Fu Nian tried to move his fingers, and felt that he had regained some strength before bending his knees and standing up.However, the body couldn't bear it after all, and as soon as the knees bent, the whole person fell down with a "slap".

Unable to stand up, Fu Nian had to crawl.

The palm was pressed against the ground, and the five fingers were embedded in the mud.

He crawled towards the person on the shelf bit by bit.Although the climb was slow, fortunately there was no obstacle.

Cursing and spitting, disdain and rolling eyes, Ten Miles of Wind and Rain Corridor, Shu Yao's resentment, Gu Changyan's cold eyes...

There is no hindrance.

His path finally came to a head.

A long line of blood spread under the feet of Fu Nian, and after a while, he arrived at the wooden frame.

Mo Qing, who was sleeping with her eyes closed, was already waiting for him under the wooden frame.

It was a young disciple who put Mo Qing down, perhaps he was moved with compassion, and after letting him go, he ran away because of fear.

Fu Nian felt a little grateful to this little disciple, because with his ability, it would be really impossible to move Mo Qing for a while.

When he reached the wooden frame, he raised one hand, gently wrapped it around the thin shoulders of the sleeping man, and carefully pulled it into his arms.

Take care of it carefully, like treating a precious treasure.

Rune Nian, the lord of his blood clan, hadn't treated a person like this for a long time.

Baiyun Canggou, Xingshuang flies by.

Ye Zun's talisman read, and his eyes softened again.

At the moment, he didn't think about what supported him to make such a move, he just hugged the person in his arms tightly, hugging him hard, as if rubbing this person into his bone marrow.

Can't leave him any more.

Mo Qing...

I...don't bully you anymore...

you wake up, okay?

no answer.

Fu Nian buried her head in the hair of the person in her arms, breathing in the pungent bloody smell in her hair, as if ingesting Gu poison.

Mo Qing, don't keep silent.

I'm really... so sad...

With vague and broken words, the shoulders of the person buried in the hair shrugged, and finally broke down in tears.

Weeping, vulnerable.

The last line of defense was broken.And completely broken.

He never cried when he was cast aside, kicked and beaten, and he never cried when he was stabbed.But only at this moment, he completely lost all his strength.

Wronged and sad like a child.

Fu Nian didn't know how long he had been beside the gatehouse with Mo Qing in his arms, it seemed as long as decades, and it seemed as if it was just a snap of his fingers.

Finally, the strength in his body recovered a little, he gritted his teeth and hugged the person in his arms to walk back.

Supporting with one hand, the other hand passed over the sleeping man's knees, intending to hug him horizontally, when a long golden whip suddenly slapped in front of him.

The golden long whip burst into fine sparks, it was Gu Changyan's demon-binding lock, and it was still hissing when it landed on the ground, like a snake spitting out a letter.

At the other end of the snake's spreading body stood Gu Changyan, who was dressed in a blue robe and looked coldly and arrogantly.

"Master Gu, is there anything else?"

Fu Nian hugged the person in his arms, and his expression returned to a bit stern.

Gu Changyan smiled lightly: "It's nothing, but after much deliberation, I decided to invite you to live in the Demon Suo Tower."

Fu Nian raised his eyebrows: "Sect Leader, what you said before has fed the dog."

"It's not like feeding the dog, it's just that it depends on who you say it to. If you read it to you...of course you don't have to be serious."

The words are long and the words are slow.

Fu Nian stared at the person in front of him, from head to toe he could see that he was unwilling to be challenged.

Gu Changyan never thought of letting him go.

Fu Nian didn't understand until this moment.

The Ten Mile Wind and Rain Corridor is a covert move to consume his strength.

"Fu Nian, today... you are doomed!"

Gu Changyan sneered, and immediately waved the golden long whip in his hand, swimming away like a snake.

Fu Nian's eyes darkened, and just as he was about to call out Liu Huo, he suddenly heard a familiar clear voice—"Brother!"

Amidst the shouts, a barrier fell, and a blue and a white pair had already landed in front of Fu Nian with their swords.

It was Meng Huan and Jiang Yexiu.

Meng Huan's eyes widened when he saw Fu Nian's appearance at first glance, and then saw Fu Nian hugging Mo Qing tightly, his face suddenly became sour.

"Senior brother, how are you..."

Fu Nian didn't want to look at him, and turned his head coldly.

"I really didn't expect...the lord has such a downcast image."

Jiang Ye was slender and tall, and the cold expression on his face faded, turning into an inexplicable helplessness and sarcasm.

There was no expression on Fu Nian's face: "Are you here to help, or to watch a show?"

"D-Of course I'm here to help!"

Meng Huan spoke sincerely.

Fu Nian raised his head, and said coldly, "Then why are you still sticking around, I didn't see Gu Changyan coming!"

"Snapped"!As soon as the words fell, the golden long whip flashed in front of people.

Meng Huan's eyebrows twitched, he quickly made a mistake, and summoned the Jade Soul Sword to fight.Needless to say, Jiang Yexiu had already found the spiritual weapon and plunged into the fierce battle.

In the end, Gu Changyan was the head of the sect, but Jiang Yexiu and Meng Huan were far behind.

Now what Gu Changyan wants is Fu Nian, the only way out now is to hold back Gu Changyan and let Fu Nian go first.

"Brother! You go!"

Meng Huan brandished his sword and yelled, and was about to turn around to urge him, but saw that the black figure was no longer where he was, and he didn't know how far he had gone.

Meng Huan: ...

Meng Huan: As expected of his senior brother, he never procrastinates.

***

After coming out from Shangyu, Fu Nian went straight back to Yexingyuan.

Zuo Xiang had received a summons long ago, and had made a thorough inventory of Ye Xing Yuan.But I still don't know the reason why Fu Nian came back suddenly.

So when he saw a dirty talisman enter the Yexingyuan, holding a blood-red Moqing in his arms, he was completely stunned.

What, what's wrong?

Who dares to make Fu Nian into this appearance?

This Moqing... What's going on?

Pangeng had many questions in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask unless Fu Nian said it.Zuo Xiang stood behind Fu Nian on standby to follow, followed the left and eight turns from the gate of Ye Xingyuan until he reached Yuehua Terrace.

The guard at the door had never seen Fu Nian in such a mess, and seeing him holding someone in his arms, full of hostility, he was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head, looked at his nose, nose, nose and heart, opened the door, nodded and bowed: "Welcome to the lord"

Fu Nian didn't even look at the two of them, and walked in with them in his arms.

Entering the back room, the furnishings are still the same, the floor is still covered with carpets, which he specially ordered Zuo Xiang to place before.

It's all for nothing, Fu Nian's eyebrows trembled inaudibly.Closing his eyes, he finally endured the soreness in his heart and put him on the bed.

Mo Qing's body was covered in blood, and she was really in a mess.

Fu Nian stretched out one hand to Mo Qing's shirt, gently pulled open a hole, stopped halfway and looked back at Zuo Xiang: "You..."

"Your lord, do as you say! This subordinate must do his best to swear allegiance to the death!"

Zuo Xiang lowered his head, spoke passionately, and answered sonorously, as if he was going through fire and water for the talisman.

Fu Nian looked at him indifferently: "Get out"

Left inlay: …………

After concentrating for a moment, Zuo Xiang finally raised his foot obediently.

He dutifully saluted and turned around: "Your subordinate obeys, get out now."

"Wait!"

The majestic voice fell, Zuo Xiang paused, and turned his head mechanically: "What else does the lord have to say?"

"You bring me clean clothes, a wooden barrel and hot water. When you go out, you close the door, and when you come in, you knock on the door first. Without my permission, you are not allowed to come in."

Fu Nian gave orders indifferently, Zuo Xiang had been by Fu Nian's side for so many years, when he rolled his eyes, he immediately understood that Fu Nian was going to change clothes for Mo Qing on the bed.

He sneaked a glance at Mo Qing who was wearing it, and faded out with indescribable emotions.

When leaving, carefully close the door according to the words.

As soon as the door was closed, the two guards at the door immediately felt relieved.The two guards all aimed their eyes at Zuo Xiang, as if they wanted to know through him what happened to their superior lord.

However, it was just a glance, and no one had the guts to speak.

Sensing the searching gaze, Zuo Xiang stared back in displeasure, the sharp glint in his eyes made the two guards turn their heads timidly.

"I also want to inquire about the matter of the lord, so be careful of the heads on your heads!"

Zuo Xiang lowered his voice and spat, then left with a cold face, that posture was no different from Fu Nian's attitude towards him.

The hall was silent, Fu Nian carefully took off the clothes of the sleeping person on the bed, every inch of skin was displayed in front of his eyes, Fu Nian carefully wiped the stolen goods on the body with the hot water towel sent by Zuo Xiang.

From the neck to the toes, every time is treated carefully.

His eyes were gentle and slow, as if he was not dealing with a corpse, but a sleeping person.

The cold quilt is blood red, and the naked person is lying on it, which is very charming in itself.

What's more, Moqing is a beauty with snowy skin and a slim figure.

But Fu Nian couldn't tolerate him staying in this body too much, he hurriedly put on clothes on him, as if he was afraid that he would do something absurd.

In a hasty move, his hand touched Mo Qing's chest, and his wrist paused unconsciously.

Suddenly, he felt a strange feeling conveyed through Mo Qing's chest to his palm.

Fu Nian didn't think about it, mainly because he was a little flustered when he saw this body, so he continued to dress Mo Qing after a pause.