Hibiscus Moon

During the recuperation period, Ying Tianchang visited Nanpu several times, his expression became weirder each time, and he said a few words indifferently, making people unpredictable.

If it was in the past, Nanpu would definitely try his best to figure out his intentions, fearing that he would make him unhappy, but now, he doesn't bother to think about it, he can't feel pain and joy, seeing that all people and things are indifferent of.

He is finally heartless and ruthless, he will not be hurt, his world is peaceful, and he likes it very much.

When his injury was about to heal, Ying Tianchang unexpectedly brought his little nephew. The child grew up a bit, and was wrapped in heavy clothes into a small bun, revealing a chubby face and big blue eyes. , very cute and lovable, the palms wrapped in two fur balls kept crawling towards Nanpu.

Nan Pu looked at him coldly, indifferently. He looked at this child without the feeling that his heart was trembling.

Ying Tianchang said: "You hug him, he likes you very much."

So Nanpu picked up the child with stiff movements.

Ying Tianchang was slightly disappointed, and said again: "This child doesn't have a name yet, you are his uncle, why don't you give him a name."

As a father, he never cared about his own son, and didn't even give him a name for a year, which is really heartless.

Nan Pu glanced at the child and said coldly, "It's called Ying Wuxin."

Ying Tianchang's face froze, sullen eyes flashed in his blue eyes, but he slowly retreated, saying: "This name is inappropriate, why not take the word 'no' and get a 'heart', called Yingxin."

"what ever."

Nan Pu picked up the cold medicine and drank it in one gulp, and then he didn't speak again.

The whole room was silent, except for the occasional noise of the baby, and the two men were speechless.

Ying Tianchang looked at him for a while, and said: "Let Xin'er accompany you today, and the nanny will come to hug him later, I'll go first."

Nanpu didn't even lift his eyelids.

The anger in Ying Tianchang's eyes flared up again, but seeing his dead and indifferent face, he suppressed it.

As soon as he left, Nan Pu casually placed Ying Xin on the bed, took down the sword hanging on the east wall, and removed the gauze with his right hand, revealing the scarred skin, even the teacup could not be held securely with that hand.

Holding the sword in his left hand, he slowly danced in the small room.

Ying Xin crawled back and forth on the quilt with her short arms, and stretched out two small bun-like hands to him joyfully, crawled and crawled to the edge, saw the sword light flashing by, and immediately giggled. Overjoyed, Xiao Baozi rushed towards him, rolled off the bed, and cried with a "wow".

Ying Tianchang stopped his movements, hugged him to the bed, turned around and practiced the sword with his left hand again, turning a deaf ear to the heart-piercing cries.

When the nanny arrived, Ying Xin had already cried so hard, the blood on the forehead had already dried up, and the whole child was almost dying, she quickly hugged Ying Xin, and blamed with distress and anger: "Young Master, how can you bear to let the little one die?" The young master has become like this? He is your own nephew!"

Nan Pu gave her a cold look: "So what?"

The nanny was chilled by that look, she just felt that those eyes had no emotion at all, no different from a dead person!

She quickly hugged Ying Xin and fled the place in a hurry.

The following days in Xiangsi Building were just as usual, except that Ying Tianchang would occasionally bring Ying Xin to let him hug him. He let the child cry heart-piercingly, but remained indifferent. There was no wave or wave in his heart, he could already look up at the wind and snow or the waning moon like a hook, thinking very calmly in his heart, this is really good.

Until one day, one of the beauties who were singing, singing and drinking took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, and Nan Pu let her soft and boneless little hands walk on his chest, and he was at ease.

Ying Tianchang, who was sitting on a pile of pink and rouge, put down his wine glass, narrowed his eyes, and looked at him with an unpredictable expression.

But Nanpu thought, what is it like to be a woman, why does Ying Tianchang like it so much, and such a tender and delicate body is really so pleasant to touch?

So he stretched out a hand.

That hand full of scars.

"Bang!"

Ying Tianchang suddenly overturned the table in front of him, his eyes seemed to burn with two blue flames: "Nanpu, what do you want to do?"

Nan Pudao: "The subordinates are as the landlord wishes, why is the landlord not happy?"

The fire in Ying Tianchang's eyes was even worse, and his mellow voice was extremely low, as if it could crush human bones: "What exactly do you want?"

Nanpu's expressionless face was surprisingly calm, even a little indifferent: "Since the landlord is not happy, this subordinate will leave."

"You stop for me!"

Nanpu Ruo has never heard of it.

Ying Tianchang picked up the flagon in hand and threw it over.

Nan Pu stretched out his hand, and the jug exploded in the air, revealing a palm covered with scars.

That hand pierced Ying Tianchang's chest like a sword, completely extinguishing the anger, but in exchange for heavy snow and wind blowing all over the sky, the wind howled.

Nan Pu turned his back to him and said, "What else can the landlord order?"

Ying Tian grew up like a defeated rooster, he sat down slowly, and said weakly, "Get lost."

Nampo rolled easily.

Ying Tianchang looked at the back, as if all the strength in his body had been sucked away. He had always been able to see through people's hearts without missing anything, but he didn't know why it turned into this situation.

Nanpu's temperament changed drastically.

The people in Xiangsilou couldn't help sighing deeply, but they were also deeply powerless, but they didn't care too much after a long time.

It wasn't until Nan Pu killed a fellow student who deliberately found fault, and confessed, his expression and eyes, like a cold-blooded and ruthless monster, that everyone began to panic.

It is a big taboo in Xiangsilou!

Ying Tianchang said: "You are so courageous, don't think that you can be lawless in Xiangsi Building after being wronged a little bit!"

Nan Pu looked directly into those blue eyes, and said coldly, "Why don't you kill me?"

Ying Tianchang slammed his palm at him, and he didn't dodge or dodge. His body was thrown against the wall, and a glaring stream of blood was sprayed.

He got up tremblingly, with no fear in his eyes, and even a sneer: "You are too light."

"you……"

Ying Tianchang's chest was burning with flames. Looking at that indifferent face, and then seeing blood dripping down his scarred right hand, his hand could no longer fall, and he could only hate to destroy everything around him. The man was still fearless, looking at himself mockingly, he didn't know what to do, he would become so embarrassed!

According to the rules of Acacia Building, killing fellow disciples should be executed.

Nan Pu only suffered a moderate injury.

Half of the people in Xiangsi Building refused to accept, but Ying Tianchang silenced them with a single sentence.

"If you want to kill Nanpu, kill me first."

Therefore, no one dared to mention this matter again.

While Nanpu was recuperating, Ying Tianchang personally sent a newly weaned puppy. The dog's snow-white short hair was dotted with black spots, and its eyes were round and moist. It was very cute. It lay in Nanpu's palm, stretched out. Out pink tongue licked.

Nanpu put the puppy down.

The puppy seemed to like him very much, and came over to lick his fingers again.

Nan Pu waved his hand violently, that small body slammed into the wall fiercely, and a stream of bright red blood slid down.

Ying Tianchang was caught off guard by his sudden fall, and was a little startled. He walked over and saw that the puppy had almost turned into a puddle of flesh, and he couldn't help but catch his breath.

"Nanpu, you..." He looked at the expressionless Nanpu in disbelief, the strangeness in his eyes, as if he was meeting this man for the first time.

"Why did you become like this!" In fact, he knew...but he still couldn't believe that he killed the gentle and silent Nan Pu with his own hands.

Nan Pu said: "I will always look like this in the future. If the landlord is angry, he can kill me."

"You..." Ying Tianchang pointed at him tremblingly, but he didn't know what else to say, there was a fire in his chest, and there was nowhere to vent it.

So he angrily smashed everything in the house.

Suddenly someone broke in: "Master, my subordinates have something urgent to tell you."

Ying Tianchang's eyes were burning with anger: "You better be in a hurry!"

The man glanced at Nanpu, leaned close to Ying Tianchang and whispered, "In the Xiangsi Pavilion, there is one 'Mo Xiangsi' missing."

Ying Tianchang was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head abruptly, staring fixedly at the expressionless Nanpu, the flames in his blue eyes quickly froze into ice.

"Did you eat 'Mo Xiangsi'?"

The voice was gloomy and cold, as if flowing from the ice of the underworld, with obvious trembling and... despair.