Hibiscus Moon

"Yes."

Nanpu looked at him lightly.

Ying Tianchang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his lips trembled a few times: "Say it again."

"I ate 'Mo Xiangsi'." Nan Pu still had no expression on his face, and said coldly, the light in those dark eyes was completely dead.

Ying Tianchang suddenly rushed over and grabbed Nanpu's neck, like an angry lion: "Spit it out! Spit out that thing! You are not qualified, your life must be controlled by me! Why are you! Why are you!"

His eyes were scarlet, his face was ferocious, and he lost all his former composure.

However, Nan Pu just looked at him coldly, his breath was suffocated, and he was facing death, and there was no trace of fear on his face.

When Ying Tianchang saw this cold face clearly again, his body slowly froze, and he took a few steps back dejectedly, not understanding why he was so out of control, but his heart seemed to be dug out by a hand, and his soul was torn.

He was forced to see clearly the bloody heart, the heart that had changed without knowing when.

However, it was too late.

It is he who personally turned Nanpu into what it is today bit by bit.

What a waste of his eyes that can see through people's hearts!

His madness, his desperation, his eyes were about to split apart, and it was just a cold glance in Nan Pu's eyes.

Nanpu breathed slowly, and said word by word: "I can't spit out what I eat, but you can kill me."

Ying Tianchang took a tight breath and clenched his palms tightly. The overflowing internal force made the tea on the table vibrate endlessly, but the moment he raised his palm, his body trembled suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

All the momentum disappeared with a bang.

He grabbed his painful heart and looked at Nanpu fiercely. Nanpu looked at him coldly, but he actually smiled slowly, with the smell of blood and all the unwillingness in his mouth: "Don't think that you can escape from me like this!"

After saying that, he turned around quickly, but left with vain footsteps.

He was afraid that if he didn't leave, he would really kill Nanpu.

People who eat "Mo Acacia" will be heartless and heartless.

It turns out that it's what it feels like to be sincere and empty, to be thrown under your feet and crushed into mud.

"Hahaha, hahahahaha...Mo Xiangsi, Mo Xiangsi...hahahahaha..." He looked up to the sky and laughed, his figure submerged in the wind and snow, tall and extremely desolate.

Nan Pu quietly looked at the pool of blood under his feet, he touched it with his finger, it was cold.

With Ying Tianchang's crazy and abnormal behavior, what kind of worries would he have if he used to be himself?He thought about it, but he couldn't think of himself who still had a heart.

The corners of his mouth moved, and he could still laugh slowly.

No heart, nice!

From then on, he was locked in a small house like a prisoner.

Qing He came to ask him what was the matter, Zhang He also came to speak for that person, but Nan Pu was too lazy to say a word to them, he kept silent, and gradually, no one spoke to him, and no one even gave him an answer. With one expression, he sat cross-legged, allowing the whole room and himself to be covered with dust, and felt that he was an object, would not be lonely, did not understand loneliness, had no emotions and desires, and was heartless and heartless.

He didn't know how long he had been imprisoned, but only vaguely knew that Ying Tianchang had summoned all the pharmacists in the world to develop the antidote for "Mo Xiangsi". Secret, but there are too many unsolvable things in the world.

What is love?

What is the heart?

When he is full of heart, he is full of pain, and he is heartless and ruthless for a lifetime, but——he has no love for this world anymore.

Nanpu was released by Xuanyin.

Xuanyin said: "There are sharks in the southern sea, but you can cry to the moon beads. The beads are used as medicine and are of unparalleled value. You go and get them."

Nanpu said: "Okay." Turning around and leaving.

"Nanpu." Xuanyin called to stop him, "The host was seriously injured trying to get this bead, so be careful when you go."

He said: "Okay."

"Do you have anything to say?"

After Nanpu walked a few steps, he suddenly stopped and asked, "Even if I die, am I still the ghost of Xiangsilou?"

"Of course, the blood of Xiangsilou flows in your body."

Nanpu stopped talking.

When he left, it was the bleak and falling autumn, the setting sun was stained with blood, the geese were flying from north to south, and the jackdaws slammed it, piercing the sky, like a tragic farewell.

He doesn't care about his own life or death, he only cares about whether he is still a ghost of Xiangsilou after death.

When a person has no thought of birth, he also has no fear. When he narrowly escaped death and fetched shark pearls from the South China Sea, he felt that there was some relief in his empty chest.

The shark beads were handed over to Xuanyin, and he left the Acacia Building.

After Wuxin, his only obsession is that he will no longer be a ghost of the Xiangsi Building after death, and he will also get rid of that place after death.

He wandered the rivers and lakes and discovered the joy of killing.

He enjoys the feeling of life flowing through his hands, and he is satisfied by the fear and despair that people express before they die.

There are many sufferings in human life, it is better to die, to settle everything once and for all.

Later he met Buyue, he didn't want to go with the man, but the man pestered him sternly, and couldn't drive him away, then they murdered and set fire together, and fled the rivers and lakes together.

Their methods of killing are very different.

Nanpu murdered people cleanly and mercilessly.

Buyue kills people, sloppy, and a lot of nonsense, he obviously doesn't like to kill people, but he insists on being a heinous villain, the people's hearts are really strange.

Until he followed Buyue to the brothel, he had been trying to figure out what it was like to be a woman.

He only felt that the woman who served him was soft and boneless, her breath was sweet, and her voice was soft, which was really enjoyable. He closed his eyes, feeling such softness, and his heart was calm.

The door was broken open, he raised his eyes, and met a pair of cold blue eyes, which were a little different than last time, becoming more manic and domineering.

Ying Tianchang killed the woman in his arms with a wave of his hand.

Nan Pu pushed away the fragrant and soft bones in his arms, and said coldly: "The green tent and the red luan, isn't the landlord's favorite?"

Ying Tianchang's eyes contracted violently, and his eyes fixed on him like knives: "Follow me back."

Seeing this man again, Nan Pu only had one thought, he really wanted to kill, and only the bright red blood and the fear and despair of others could satisfy him.

He wants to leave, but Ying Tianchang refuses to let him go, the attack is a ruthless move, it seems that he must be captured back, but he is very puzzled, what is the use of Ying Tianchang taking so much trouble to capture him back?

He used to hate himself so much.

No one can know the depth of Ying Tianchang's martial arts. Everyone in Xiangsilou knows that as long as Ying Tianchang thinks about it, he can defeat all the masters of the rivers and lakes, and no one can match it.

Nanpu had gone through ten moves under his hands, Ying Tianchang clasped his right shoulder with his left hand, and threw him onto the bed with a sudden force, and then the whole person rushed up, with fierce eyes, as if he wanted to bite off the prey's throat lion.

Nan Pu didn't understand what he was going to do, and after being heartless and heartless, he remained calm.

Those boiling blue eyes stared at him intently, with ever-changing emotions, and finally became more and more fierce. Ying Tianchang suddenly frowned, and tore his clothes with his hands.

Nampo was indifferent.

Ying Tianchang stared into his eyes and growled, "You like me, why don't you keep loving me!"

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Continue to abuse, but everyone should cherish these few days. I... I will go to Taiwan for a week on the 14th of this month. At present, I have no manuscripts, so... I will work hard these days to fight for Keep updating during the tour, I want to work hard!