Fragrant bones leave the soul

Eight monsters! "

Everyone was disappointed, and started to eat meat again, but the young man suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and felt that his clothes were half wet.

Chu Liuxiang and the others probably came to Yujian Villa to remind him... He and Fang Siming didn't tell others about it, but they didn't deliberately hide it from this brother; if Xiangshuai wants to know...

"Thank you Brother Xiangshuai Hu, thank you Sister Rongrong." He gritted his teeth, feeling that he would never be able to repay the friendship of these people in his life.

Since the morning, my head has been hurting badly, and I feel dizzy, like it's about to split open.

Chu Liuxiang didn't refuse or admit it, she lowered her head to look at his face, "Is it all right, little friend?"

"It's just a bit of a headache, it's okay." The young man said bravely, but his heart grew colder - this pain was very familiar, too familiar, just like... exactly the same as when he woke up in Fang Ying's room.

Fang Siming.

If he didn't feel the pain, he could blindfolded and say he was completely innocent, but...

Shaoxia closed his eyes in pain, a little desperate in his heart: It's not that he didn't think about him leaving, it doesn't matter if he wants to leave him, or he wants to save Zhu Wengui, as long as he wants to, he can't stop him at all.But he shouldn't lie to him again.

Anyone whose heart is not made of flesh will suffer and suffer.

"The young man wants to go back first? Rongrong just happened to get a jade lion, and he traveled very fast."

——Go back, of course I have to go back!If you don't go back, don't you want to watch him go to die?

——But if he really wants to die, it is useless for you to go back now.Why, do you want to see how empty the room looks when there is no one there?

——Everyone has his own destiny, you still don't believe him, young hero.

——He has lied to me time and time again, how can I trust him?

——There is no limit to the sea of ​​bitterness.

"Xiang Shuai, I'm sorry," the boy finally stood up, his face turned pale, and he staggered to the corner of the table, "I'll take a step first..."

"Young hero, are you okay?" Su Rongrong looked worried.

"Take care, little friend." Chu Liuxiang waved his hand, "The silver carp in Huzhou is very good, don't forget to talk to Chu when you have time in the future."

fine.The young man thought silently.

He will never poison me to death.

The onset of the Gu poison was extremely painful, as if thousands of cracks were torn from the blood, Fang Siming was trapped in the bedding, his teeth chattering.He was delirious from the pain, tremblingly pulled off the hairpin on his head, and stuck it firmly into the bed.

The white jade broke immediately, and he held the splashed pieces of jade in his palm, his flesh turned out, and a hand of bright red blood was rubbed out.

It hurts too much, but I can't make a sound—this is what Zhu Wengui taught him. Those who can yell are cowards, and he despises them.

No, don't make a sound!Even though he was in so much pain that he almost wanted to insert the hairpin into his neck—"How can you choose to die like a woman? You have been lying under others for too long, do you regard yourself as a woman?"——Zhu Wengui's face once again Appeared, with a condescending expression of disdain.

Father, it is the child who is unfilial.

Tears fell unconsciously from the corners of his eyes.

In the past, he could die for Zhu Wengui without hesitation, but his life was full of suffering, and there was nothing to miss. Yes, it is still suffering, extremely painful...but he is greedy.

Yao Lang... Fang Siming began to miss the boy.

It seems that Zhu Wengui was right not to let him love.

Self-inflicted crimes are unforgivable.He thought viciously, and finally fainted.

"Qingqingzi Jinpei, Yangliu He Qingqing, what to think about in the future, I heard the Tao beside you..." When I woke up again, it was half an hour later, and there was a clear and clear singing of a child outside the window.

Fang Siming touched his drenched clothes, feeling a little glad that he was not dead yet.Even with my elbows a few times, I couldn't sit up from the bed.It was because of the excessive movement that a cold thing rolled down from the curtain and landed on the bare chest.

Looking down, it was a crystal clear jade pendant with a chubby puppy engraved on it, very much like the original owner, hanging from it by colorful strings.

The boy went to Jiming Temple the day before yesterday and begged for this silk sash, saying that it was blessed and blessed.

But will Buddha bless me?What a fool.Fang Siming smiled when he thought of the boy, wiped all the remaining blood on his sleeve before reaching out to hold it.Fortunately, Wu Nightmare's strength is really strong, the flesh on his hand has healed, and there is no abnormality on the outside; only his fingers are still trembling, and he took several tries before he could grasp the jade pendant in his palm.

waste.He cursed himself inwardly, then lay on the bed holding the little pendant and panting for a long time.

The little thing is warm and cool, like a piece of gentle moonlight.

There is only one light in his life.

time is limited.

"Shhh—" the gloomy eagle whistle sounded in the air, and the green-eyed black eagle landed silently on the window lattice. Its left foot had been injured before, and its expression was as hard as a rock.

Thanks a lot.Fang Siming patted it on the head.

He supported the side of the bed and stood up with a deep expression, like a solitary bamboo.

The wind was very loud along the way, the young man kept urging the horse, the rough sand and stones were caught in the wind and hit his face, grinding his eyes to tears; he didn't think about anything, it seemed like he had thought of everything, But he didn't dare to touch a step, he only knew to hurry up and hurry up.

If Fang Siming really left, what would he do when he went back?After all, that small house that hides lingering thoughts can't resist anything, the rivers and lakes are vast, and he is like duckweed, with nowhere to go.

It was Xu time when I saw the small building.The boy reined in his horse far away, his heart trembling.

"Zhao Ye, Zhao Ye, keep your voice down." He patted the Jade Lion's head lightly, and said to it in a low voice.

Baoma gasped and licked him, feeling that the man's hands were too cold.

The small building was enveloped in an empty moonlight, and the young man squinted his eyes hard, unable to tell whether it was the light or the moonlight inside.

The rose fruit branches and leaves in the road are round, as if they have been carefully tended by someone. The fence gate in the yard is ajar, and the man whom he has missed all the way through gnashing his teeth is lying on the stone table with his arm pillowed, his long hair scattered and sleepy. hazy.

——The answer to the mystery that he was thinking about to break his heart, An An laid it out under the moonlight.

It was like a dream.

Shaoxia couldn't bear to disturb him, and couldn't help but want to make sure that his lover was still here.After a while, she bent down beside him and asked softly, "What are you doing outside the house?"

The voice is still hoarse.

Fang Siming rubbed his eyes, with a red mark on his face, and shook his head sleepily at him, "It's too late..."

"Are you waiting for me?"

Ask knowingly.

Fang Siming denied, "I'm being passionate."

The moonlight suddenly brightened, and the boy's viscera hung in the air and finally fell down. He pulled the man over and hugged him firmly on his chest.

"Well...but I haven't seen you for a day, what are you doing like this?...Yaolang?"

The boy didn't make a sound for a long time, and only after a while did he say "I miss you" in a muffled voice;

"You can think of me too, come back sooner." Fang Siming smiled, stroked the boy's hair, and yawned.

There are many handsome and coquettish people in this world, but none of them are as innocent and cute as him - the young man thought.

At night, Fang Siming made a second glass of water and handed it to Shaoxia. It was colorless and odorless, not even a scented leaf.

The young hero glanced at it, and the broken words heard during the day floated up faintly—the master of the Shaosheng Pavilion has a secret manual that can subvert the martial arts.

He doesn't know if there is a secret score, but if he can save Zhu Wengui, Fang Siming will not fail to save him.

Fang Siming didn't know what he was thinking, raised his eyebrows and pointed to the teacup in his hand, "You don't want to drink? Then give it to me."

"Don't, I'm thirsty." The young hero grinned, took the cup, and took the other's hand along the way, "Don't dress so thin and blow the wind outside, it's still cold at night."

He didn't glance into the glass, the water in the glass was drained in one gulp.

Fang Siming hummed lightly, apparently not intending to change it.

If it was □□, I would be dead by now.The young man savored the taste in his mouth carefully, then lay on the bed and thought wildly.He concentrated on Fang Siming for a long while. This guy originally had a cold face, but the more he thought about it, the more he saw the tenderness and purity.

"Siming?"

"Huh?" Fang Siming sat on the edge of the bed combing his hair, absent-minded.

"Let's go buy a house."

"What?" Fang Siming was startled by him, and the grate almost fell to the ground.

"I said, would you like to buy a yard?" He stared seriously into the other person's eyes, "A small yard is fine, of course, if you like a big one, you can do it too. We can't stay in the inn all the time..."

He wanted to have a family, to be with the person in front of him.He wanted to say this sentence a long time ago, but he never had the chance, so he dragged it until today.

It can't be delayed anymore, Shaoxia thought, if he had said it two days ago, he would definitely not be in such a complicated mood now.

——Can I impress you?Anyway, you can't lose if you gamble, and you can only control your life.

This was the first time someone mentioned "home" to Fang Siming, so he was stunned for a while.

"Is it just a dowry gift?" Seeing him stunned, Shaoxia changed his tone into a cheerful tone, and put his arms around his shoulders coquettishly, "I think Jiangnan is very good, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and it's not lonely. I'll come back When I passed by Yingri Lake, the sunset on the side is really beautiful—but not by the lake, the humidity is too heavy..."

"Are you rich?" Fang Siming held back for a long while, his ears were red, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"A little bit."

Fang Siming was silent for another while, a small shadow fell from his eyelashes, "I'll buy it."

"what?"

"I'll marry you." Fang Siming smiled, and pulled his hands off his body, "I choose the location, I decide the date, and I marry."

"It's okay." The boy's tone rose happily, "Don't play tricks."

"it is good."

Fang Siming has told more lies these days than he has ever told in his life.

In the next few days, the young hero went out every day, but fortunately he came back early.He didn't say what he did, so Fang Siming didn't ask.When he came back, he would always bring some food and novelties from various places, all weird and useless things.

"Changed flowers today?" When the young hero came back to the house that day, he saw the gladiolus on the square table. Son……"

"The little girl was carrying a basket to sell, and she happened to be passing by in the yard." Fang Siming swayed in a hammock like a cat, "Guess what the little girl said?"

"what?"

"'Big brother, do you have a big brother you like...'" Fang Siming imitated the little girl's tone, vividly, "I thought maybe 'others' had one, so I took a bunch... The little girl is so pitiful of."

"The 'others'?" The young man emphasized his tone, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Cheng Chengcheng, the 'others' gave you flowers, thank you."

Fang Siming hooked the corner of his mouth, but Shaoxia caught a glimpse of his face becoming more and more haggard.Calmly, he stretched out his hand and crushed the bottom of the vase, and sure enough, he touched a strange-smelling ash.

"Want some water?" Fang Siming handed over the celadon cup.

"Okay." The boy took the bowl and counted silently, it happened to be the seventh bowl.

During the movement, a small section of his wrist showed a circle of ferocious red marks, and Fang Siming grasped it, "What about your hand?"

"I was bitten by a dog." Shaoxia dropped his hand, hid it in his sleeve, and smiled brightly, "It's okay."

The water in the bowl was drained in one gulp, with no shape, no taste, no trace.

I don't know whose life this is?The young man thought in his heart.

If it's his own, it's his own fault; but if it's Fang Siming... Will he not be able to help hating him in the end?

If there is love and fight not to cry, Xi Shi will be buried in the wind and rain at night.

☆、Chapter 9

In a dark night without a moon, you should guard your heart in confusion.Fang Siming twisted the steel blade and wiped it carefully, the tip of the knife and the pupils of the pupils were filled with cold light.

"You killed the ghost king." Jiang Shu knelt in front of him, his tone flat.

"That's right." Fang Siming nodded, "You guys know each other well?"

"I said a few words. But I have to worry that the Young Pavilion Master will also kill me after seeing Zhu Wengui."

"He died because he betrayed me," Fang Siming raised his eyebrows, showing an expression of boredom, "Why, do you want my head too?"

He looked surly, and the handle of the knife in his hand turned slightly while speaking, and a cold light whizzed past Jiang Shu's face.Jiang Shu's legs softened, but Fang Siming's fingers didn't seem to have moved, and he glanced at him half coercively and half contemptuously.

If Fang Siming didn't have such kung fu, Jiang Shu could take those hundred puppets to kill him on the spot and find an antidote.But even with these 100 people, he still didn't want to take the risk.

"The young master is not clear about the current situation of the Wansheng Pavilion." Jiang Shu paused for a while, "This time I will go with the young master. Brothers all know that they are close to death, and all they want is for the young master to raise his hand after he survives by luck. Give a way out. If there is no promise from the young master..."

"Okay, I promise you." Fang Siming nodded sharply, and swept into the dead bamboo forest, he seemed to be able to see a hundred ghosts and ghosts lurking silently in the darkness, "As long as you are alive, the antidote is Yours. You will have nothing to do with Wansheng Pavilion and me."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand to gesture at his throat, and stroked lightly, "If I die, you will take this head and report it to the officials. The reward is enough for your wives and children to live comfortably..."

He glanced at Jiang Shu and continued, "—this is the worst case scenario. Although the ghost claw said tragically, I, Fang Siming, did not want you to follow me to die today; I will do the things of the pavilion master myself, everyone. All you have to do is help me guard the Jingyi Gate."

It seems that in order to wipe out the remaining bandits in Wansheng Pavilion, Zhu Wengui was not detained in Zongzheng Temple after his arrest, but was placed in the martial arts as bait.The intention is obvious, but people at the end of the road always have to work hard.

"Young master..." Jiang Shu felt pity in his heart, knowing that this young man always kept his promise, so he quietly let out a sigh of relief.

"The Heavenly Dao League is monitoring the forest of steles day and night, and will definitely get the news quickly. At the latest, I will take action half an hour after I go in; I don't care what method you use, stop me for at least an hour; even if you can't stop the Tian Dao League, you have to Stop him." Fang Siming pointed in the direction of the young man with his chin, his expression unpredictable, "He will not wake up these days without accident, even if he wakes up, you have seen the martial arts in the past few days, About [-]% of it is abolished, you can handle it."

"It's a waste of time, it's better to just scrap it..." Jiang Shu whispered.

"Shut up." Fang Siming frowned, uneasy irritability loomed in his heart, "Don't kill people."

After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips again, his eyes were cold, "Also, in front of Tiandaomeng, don't show any intention of showing mercy to him. Keep it as far away as possible, lest those honest gentlemen will be suspicious."

He had to stop the young man without hurting him, and he couldn't let the water out—Jiang Shu was really annoyed at hearing this, and couldn't help but feel sorry for him: this heartless man who is full of lies is now playing the role of a lover up.

Fang Siming seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly at him, "Jiang Shu, you have no other relatives, if you really get the bounty, treat your little lover."

Ziyin...Jiang Shu's heart was shocked when he heard this. Ziyin is the only offspring other than him left in Xiaoyao Villa. Ever since he fell into the Ten Thousand Saints Pavilion, this childhood hazy love has been completely dusted.Not only because of the passage of time, but also to protect her from the evil things on her body.But at this moment Fang Siming suddenly mentioned it frivolously, but he seemed to know everything about him.Frightened, he had no choice but to shake his head in denial, "Young master, Jiang Shu is a low-class man, what kind of love is there...Yin'er is just my playmate when I was young, and she has already married a woman. I hope the young master will not make things difficult for her."

It can be seen that people have done a lot of bad things, even if they reminded them unintentionally, they would be regarded as intimidation-not to mention that he is used to calculating, and there is really no such thing as completely unintentional.Fang Siming raised his eyebrows, and just said lightly, "That depends on your ability."

If the journey can be smooth and smooth, who would like to use people's hearts to make calculations?Fang Siming had no other choice.

No matter how careful and planned he is, he can't guarantee that there will be no unexpected side effects on this trip, let alone such a vicious incident. Only by counting all kinds of situations can he get a little bit of protection for the young man. Peace of mind.It is also for this reason that even though there are countless strange and strange things in the Wansheng Pavilion, and there are many people who can be poisoned unconsciously, he still used Yansi on the young man-although the reaction of Yansi at the time was not small, it was The safest one, the skill of the poisoned person will not be restricted too much, even if there is an accident, he can still have the ability to protect himself.

At that time, using this in Linglong Workshop was just to punish him for frivolously comparing himself with the oiran—now it seems that it has become a pleasant memory.

But—if you don't make it out alive, do you want you to forget me, Yao Lang?

Fang Siming didn't think about it until he was about to leave.

The delicate and gentle Xiaolou fell behind him, without turning back.

The young man never fell asleep.The body was dragged down by the force of the medicine, and the limbs could not move, but the consciousness was struggling and tearing, trying to break free.When he was in the middle of the night, he vaguely heard the noise outside the house, the light flickered and dimmed, but he couldn't do anything.

Damn Zhang Jianzhai, he missed the hour again.

About half a minute later, a little man who looked like bean sprouts came out from under the bed, shaking his head and scratching at the young man's wrist.

"Open your mouth." He patted the young hero's face.

But the young man couldn't move, he just rolled his eyes on the bed.

The little man sighed again, pinched his mouth unceremoniously and pried open his teeth, and stuffed a small jade ball into it.The young man panicked from being choked, unable to cough, and forced tears, but fortunately he was able to move at last.

"Who is this little master? Where is Mr. Zhang?" He wiped his tears and asked the little man.

"My master, he's not free!" The villain clapped his hands very maturely, "The old man said, 'Young people are really evil!', he didn't bother to care, so he called me here——Your bed is really dirty .”

The young hero held the corner of his mouth, a little embarrassed.He felt weak all over, but he was embarrassed to ask this little guy to help him, and he still supported himself, just waiting for the dizziness to pass.

The villain also didn't care much about him, and said old-fashionedly, "My master said, this antidote can't restore most of your skills. You can barely beat three wild cats. It's up to people to plan things out. Don't be brave."

After finishing speaking, he patted his buttocks, jumped out of the window while holding the window lattice.

I thought so, I can't even fucking stand up.Shaoxia cursed in his heart, and raised his mouth a few more times before barely standing up while leaning on the wall.It was just such a small movement, and he felt dizzy again, and slid to the ground as if he had no bones.

That guy's medicine is really hard, why don't you just kill me with the medicine?The young man was thinking messily in his heart: If I die because of him, wonder if he will feel guilty because of me for the rest of his life?

——Such a punishment doesn't seem too bad.

When he went out tremblingly, he didn't know how long it had been, and there was a light rain falling from the sky, full of melancholy.

"Zhaoye, take me there." The boy patted BMW's head, "Thank you for your hard work."

He lost strength in his hands and couldn't see clearly. He failed to get on the saddle several times and fell into the muddy water in a rather embarrassing situation.But Zhao Ye is quite human, he rarely lays down in the shed half-ly down, so that the boy can go on the saddle.The boy's eyes became hot, and he swung the whip with all his strength, and the BMW sank into the endless night with a neighing sound.

The wind howled, the thunder rolled in the sky, and the hard and cold rain came with the broken branches and fallen leaves. The young man couldn't see the way ahead, couldn't hear other voices, and even wondered where the thunder came from. he.There are so many thoughts and feelings in my heart, but only one thought is clear: he wants to save him.

No matter how stubborn Fang Siming is, he still wants to save him.Life and death depend on fate, but falling into the devil and liberation depend on the human heart.There is no way to save the world in this life, and it is impossible to watch him fall into Avici Hell.

Faster, according to the night, and faster.

With such a mood, Shaoxia rushed to the forest of steles, and met Jiang Shu who was waiting in full force.

"Has your young master gone in?" He yelled at Jiang Shu through the bitter wind and rain, but Jiang Shu remained silent, and slowly drew his sword, and the shadows hidden in the shadows emerged from the water.

Heh, he guards me very strictly!The young man sneered, with a bit of resentment and sadness in his heart: One dose of medicine is not enough, so you want to send so many people here to stop me?

But fortunately, the other people have not been alarmed, and there is still room for redemption.

He quietly waited for Jiang Shu to make a move, and also waited for the energy to flow back into his body little by little: There is no chance of winning against 100 people in this state, unless...

Before he could think clearly, Jiang Shu's long knife was already heading straight for the door. The young man hurriedly lowered his head to avoid it, and the second knife landed on the ground where he had just stood.The opponent used all the brute force, and the zhenqi in his body couldn't be controlled, and it flooded up like a mountain roar and a tsunami. "Come up to me if you can!" He yelled at the shadow in the rain, he couldn't tell how many of his subordinates were around, and all of them flashed their fangs at him—these man-eating devils!

The hammers from all directions hit the young man with muffled sounds, and the black-clothed men made no sound but moved fiercely. The young man was punched in the chest while dodging hastily, and rolled over from his horse, without any strength to fight back in his embarrassment.

No, you can't keep pestering them like this!As soon as the young man changed his mind, he moved a few steps to the eye of the formation. Jiang Shu saw through his intention and yelled "Be careful" at his opponent, so the thieves changed their formation like ghosts.Looking at this moment, the boy flew to the back of the nearest person, grasped the machete and swung it vigorously, that person's left arm was removed by Qi Gen. Before the victim could react, the boy threw that arm into the center of the formation, The sharp blade on the remnant body brushed across more than a dozen people, and there was a tragic sound of howling ghosts and wolves as it passed.

The young man was exhausted after a series of movements, and he was afraid of attracting other upright people, so he immediately gathered his strength to touch the ground, and abruptly jumped into the air.The sharp-eyed thief threw dozens of poisoned darts, which just passed by his side, and the corners of his clothes were instantly turned into ashes.

Good guy, there are still two things left.Jiang Shu has never seen the young man use such a cunning trick in the past few days. He flashed the long chain behind him with a splash, and stepped on the trunk to fly into the air.The front part of the iron chain was decorated with sharp teeth, roaring and coming straight towards the boy.The young man's six veins rushed with energy and blood, he couldn't find a place to go, his vision was dim, he knew he couldn't avoid it, so he forced his left foot to block the steel teeth.With a hiss, the steel blade pierced through his armor, and the sound of bone and metal rubbing against each other was still clear in the storm, but the young man broke free from his shackles again, and the blood on his body immediately splashed to the corner of Jiang Shu's mouth .

He's crazy!Jiang Shu thought to himself.However, before he could figure it out, the iron chain had already changed direction in the young man's hands, wrapping around Jiang Shu's ankle as quickly as a poisonous snake. The sword was at his throat.

"You can't get in," Jiang Shu sneered, "There are only two of us in the sky, and there is nothing you can do about the 100 people underground."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll kill you if you don't let them stop." The boy spat out the blood from his mouth and threatened him viciously.The steel knife in his hand didn't get an inch into Jiang Shu's neck, and his expression was surly and sinister like an evil ghost.

This expression... is very similar to the young master's before.Jiang Shu was terrified, but still refused to admit defeat easily, "It's useless for you to go in, the young master has no plans to come out..."

"Shut up!" The young man cut his thigh with a knife, and blood gushed out with the rain, "Tell them to stop. Where is he?"

He's crazy.Jiang Shu confirmed again in his heart.He waved his hand, as if exhausted, "The meditation room. Zhu Wengui is in the meditation room." He raised his hand and blew the eagle whistle, and the chaotic shouts on the ground gradually stopped.

After asking this sentence, the young man couldn't hold it anymore, he rolled down from the air with Jiang Shu in his arms, and fell to the ground covered in mud, but he still didn't let go of his hands, "Tell your men to guard this door, anyone Once you come, you are not allowed to let it in again.”

"for example?"

"The righteous way of martial arts, such as the Tiandao League."

That's the one who wants Fang Siming's life.

After Shaoxia finished speaking, he let go of Jiang Shu, turned around and walked towards the side courtyard of Shaolin Temple.

His foot was injured, and every step he took while stepping on the dirty rain was excruciatingly painful, but he seemed unconscious.There was not even fear, just a blank, dead silence.

It's too quiet, this Shaolin Temple is really too quiet.There was not even half a figure, and the young man sneaked all the way following the dim light until he saw the eighteen guards lying on the ground until the door of the meditation room.

Fang Siming.

If these people died, even if there was no previous incident, these eighteen lives would be enough for him to thank the martial arts world with his death in Shaolin Temple.

Thinking of this level, the young man couldn't help being terrified, and hurried forward to check one by one. Fortunately, he was still alive, so he hurriedly fed them pills, and then quietly sneaked to the door of the meditation room.

There was only a thin crack on the door, and he looked in quietly.

Unlike the lonely ghosts outside who cry at night in the miserable wind and rain, a lamp is lit inside the meditation room, which can even be counted as warmth in a trance.

Fang Siming knelt on the ground with his back to him, and in front of him was Zhu Wengui, who was in ragged clothes and covered in blood.

"Trash." He heard Zhu Wengui scolding him.

"The child is not filial." Fang Siming bowed his head, "If you want to kill or cut into pieces, follow the wish of your adoptive father."

How can he do this? !How could he treat him like this?A few days ago, he was still talking to him about the future, but now he is here begging Zhu Wengui for forgiveness?

Shaoxia covered his eyes, water seeped out from his palms unceasingly - he felt the pain in his heart at this moment.

Zhu Wengui was very satisfied, and changed his face and said softly, "Siming, you are a good boy. Daddy begs you one last time, don't let daddy down..."

The young hero's eyes widened when he heard the words, Fang Siming also raised his head at this time, and asked in a low voice, "Does the foster father blame me?"

"As long as you help the foster father finish this matter, the foster father will not blame you."

Fang Siming turned a deaf ear to it, and continued to repeat stubbornly, "Your foster father doesn't blame me?"

"I said you did this for me!" Zhu Wengui became furious, his hands were imprisoned in shackles, and his bones were worn out. Even a young hero would feel terrible from such a distance. Talk about Fang Siming who has always treated him like heaven.

The young man can almost predict what Fang Siming will say - my son, but obey the orders of the foster father.Even if Zhu Wengui is so weak and crazy, Fang Siming will say "but follow the orders of the foster father".

He was suffocated, and instinctively wanted to avoid listening, but Fang Siming's voice still fell into his ears very clearly.However, unexpectedly, he said: "The child is sure to be completely overwhelmed. But this time, the child wants to ask his father for one thing."

What does he want?The young hero's heart beat wildly, Zhu Wengui also sneered, and asked him with a sideways glance.

Fang Siming paused before answering, his voice was so low that the young man couldn't hear it even though he tried his best, but Zhu Wengui became furious, grabbed his hair with both hands in the shackles, and slapped him hard.Fang Siming didn't hide, and was thrown on the torture device of the prison, and a pool of blood immediately oozed out on the ground.He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and seemed to smile at Zhu Wengui, "If the adoptive father feels comfortable, then just hit him."

"Bastard!" Zhu Wengui kicked again, causing the iron chain to rattle, "You are waiting for me to die, aren't you? You come to bargain with me now, do you think you have capital, right? You are dreaming! "

This time Fang Siming stood still, his back was solitary and abrupt, and he remained motionless, "Father is right." He nodded, and still knelt down in front of him, letting the blood stains stick to the tips of his hair and the corners of his mouth, "My child has selfish intentions. I want to live, but I am also afraid that this is the last chance. If the foster father refuses, Siming has nothing to say, and the foster father will take this order."

With a bang, he threw the shiny dagger in front of Zhu Wengui, "Give back your life to the adoptive father, my son. Let others do the work of the adoptive father."

Zhu Wengui thought of something, and changed his face with difficulty, his face was as dry as a leech in autumn, "Are you threatening me?"

"Child dare not."

"Okay, okay, then the adoptive father will tell you the weight of the foster father," he laughed grimly, and kicked the dagger back to Fang Siming's feet, "Go and kill him, go and kill him, and you will be free! kill him!"

who?The boy opened his mouth, feeling ominous.

The foster father is crazy.Fang Siming thought in his heart, but still nodded, "Does foster father want me to die no matter what?"

"Is that all you can do? You can't do it?" Zhu Wengui sneered.

"Father naturally knows if Siming can do it, or if there is anyone in the world who can do it." Fang Siming said calmly, bent down to pick up the dagger, and wiped it carefully with his cuff.

"Shouldn't you die for me?" Zhu Wengui smiled, "put away your face, don't think I don't know who you are. I gave you a way to live, as long as you kill him, from now on You will be free, it is a good deal..."

free.Fang Siming narrowed his eyes, feeling a little ridiculous.

"Ziluan Hall, the Ziluan Hall is just behind here. Go and kill him!!" Zhu Wengui roared madly, and the voice of despair echoed in the Buddhist meditation room, which was extremely terrifying.

"it is good."

Nine deaths and no life, but even so, I still have to give it a try.

Since ancient times, friendship cannot be both.

☆、Chapter 10

Shaoxia finally realized who the "he" they were talking about referred to, jumped out of his hiding place in horror, and slapped Fang Siming's wrist with his jade pendant.Fang Siming didn't expect it, and the dagger in his hand was embedded into the wall together with the jade ring.

"No!" The young man uttered a sigh, and staggered out of the shadows.

He was covered in mud and in a mess, with cuts all over his body, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or blood.

Fang Siming didn't dare to look back, opened his mouth, and called "Yao Lang" softly.

"You come back with me..." The young man stepped forward a few steps and wanted to grab his wrist, but was gently slid sideways.

"Impossible," Fang Siming lowered his head, "You shouldn't be here."

A year ago, Shaoxia said "I will take you away" in his dream, and a year later "go" changed to "go back", but the result was the same.

Still no difference!

The young man's heart felt sore and unbearable: Sure enough, I am always outside his plan—but it's good, isn't it?He can't always do whatever he wants, leave as he wants, stay as he wants...

"Why, you didn't expect me to come?" Unable to suppress the anger in his chest, the young hero sneered at Fang Siming, "You think those poisons and ghosts can stop me, don't you?"

Fang Siming didn't want to talk to him, thousands of thoughts flew through his mind, and finally only despair remained: why did he come here at this time?If it was later, he might have died in Ziluan Hall, but if he had been taken out earlier, at this moment in this kind of place, it seemed that he was waiting for a moment to tell the whole world that he was fornicating with thieves, Cover up the crime of treason.

However, the young hero was reluctant, and limped closer, pulled the dagger from the wall, and nailed it firmly to Zhu Wengui's feet, "It's too small to look down on people—or is it really too much?" Want to die for him?"

The harsh words were like a knife gouging out his own heart, and he finally got his wish to see the other person's face turn pale.

"That's right," Fang Siming smiled with such a pale face, and looked at the young man with sharp and contemptuous eyes, "What about you? Why are you so anxious to die for me?"

The two armies confronted each other, but the fight was about who was more ruthless.

It's really poisonous.

In this regard, he will never be better than Fang Siming.

The young man shook for a while, feeling out of breath, he threw the weapon aside and stood in front of Fang Siming empty-handed, "That's not bad. So you can step on my dead body to die, it's up to you."

With his eyes closed and his hands trembling, he felt in a trance that only his lonely heart was left in the vast world to offer sacrifices.

"You're crazy." Fang Siming was silent. He didn't want to waste any more time, so he picked up the long sword on the ground and stabbed at the young man's vital point. The young man didn't hide, and the sharp sword energy whizzed past his neck, flying down his temples long hair.

"It's none of your business, let me go!"

No matter how strong you are, you still can't kill him.

The boy sneered and stared at him for a moment, "You lied to me."

"I've lied to you a lot, which one are you referring to?" Fang Siming gritted his teeth, and the long sword flew several times, hitting his shoulder again, "Get lost!"

"Kill me if you have the ability. What's the use of telling me to go?" The boy's eyes turned red, and he reached out to clamp Fang Siming's sword, "Anyway, I can't beat you."

"—But even if you die, you have to die to understand. Tell me, what are you begging him for?" The young hero slowly pointed the tip of his sword at his throat, and took a step forward after saying a word, "Do you know My heart is also made of flesh, will it hurt?"

The sharp cold light immediately pierced the flesh, and bright red bloomed on the neck.

"Don't go crazy here!" Fang Siming didn't expect the young man to be so extreme, he pulled back his strength in a hurry, and staggered.

Cheng, since you can't kill me, don't blame me for killing him.

In such a sluggish moment, the young man suddenly flew up, grabbed the long sword in his hand, and pointed at Zhu Wengui, "You are for him, aren't you?" His face was stained with blood, his expression was as fierce as Shura, Repeated loudly, "You can't let him go, can you?"

Fang Siming turned his eyes away and was unable to answer, but Zhu Wengui, who had been silent all this time, laughed sharply, "Siming, my son... I know what you betrayed me for, but that's all..."

"Shut up!" For the first time in his life, Fang Siming yelled at Zhu Wengui, "Don't talk! I beg you, don't talk!"

How could Zhu Wengui shut up?He continued to laugh, and even showed a bit of kindness, "You have been honest since you were a child. Looking at it now, you are really cheap."

"Shut up!" The young man couldn't listen anymore, he turned around and slashed at the wall behind Zhu Wengui with his sword. The thick steel wall cracked and cracked immediately, lime fell rustlingly, Zhu Wengui trembled with difficulty, seeing Fang Si Ming stopped defending him, and immediately closed his mouth with a sneer.

The young man turned around again and stared at Fang Siming, "I want to hear from you, and you tell me yourself."

Even if you lied to me.

What a fool.

Love and peace always have a price,

To die is to fight, to die to live.

"Persistence." Fang Siming laughed. He wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, and licked the corners of his lips at the young hero, "Because I'm an evil ghost. Yaolang, you don't know people well."

"Then I will stick to my obsession to the end!" Fortunately, the young man has cultivated a cold heart, his lover's words pierced his ears, and the terrifying sword edge in his hand approached Zhu Wengui inch by inch, "If you can't do it, I will help you."

"If I kill him, will you hate me for the rest of your life?" The clarity in his eyes gradually faded, and maddened hatred floated up, "Then hate me."

"do not want!"

"Nie Zha, stop!"

Just as he was speaking, the Zen door suddenly opened wide, and a round of force hit the young man's back in the air. The halo in the young man's hand suddenly turned, and it burst under the wall.

It was none other than Tiandaomeng who came.The long-awaited martial arts orthodox treasure ministers stood solemnly outside the stinking prison, and the eight hundred disciples under them silently surrounded the meditation room layer by layer, and the air was silent for a while.

Fang Siming sighed, only to feel that people are not as good as God.

"Bastard! Your master raised you just to let you meddle in such dirty things?" Shaoxia's uncle strode over the crowd first, and slapped him on the face , Then he kicked his knee hard, and the young man knelt down, "The discipline of the family is not strict, I am laughing at you. Hurry up and make amends to your elders!"

"The real man's words are too short-sighted," the woman in white twitched her lips contemptuously, "It's more than just 'interfering'. The evidence of this child's collusion with the cult leader is solid, and no one is blind."

"Why did Xiangu come to say this? It's certainly inappropriate for the child to be here, but he is only eager to eradicate the Wansheng Pavilion, so how can he talk about collusion..."

"Uncle Master thinks that the rumors in the world are all groundless?" The voice was sharp, like a little girl, "The last disciple who committed this kind of crime was raped under the Demon Suppressing Tower."

"Can the words of the quack be used as evidence for conviction?"

"The real person thinks that Yourong evil spirit should be punished for crooked ways?"

The righteous men of the martial arts finally once again showed their usual good style in this matter, and before the dust settled, they became a mess, and the culprit was thrown aside, the whole body was in unbearable pain, and only the head of Anxiang was light. "It's a pity" said lightly.

What are they arguing about? I have never been greedy for life or afraid of death.

The young man struggled to stand still, and wanted to look back at that person, but his eyes were in a daze, his guts were churning, and his ears were ringing like thunder.

It's over, I can't see clearly.

When his consciousness was lost, a warm force gurgled from a distance and penetrated into his internal organs.He clearly heard Fang Siming's voice, even though he was still a foot away at this moment.

"Yaolang, don't sleep." He heard Fang Siming say.

So all the people around stopped counting, and there was only one voice and one light between the sky and the earth.

Now he was talking quite well.The boy thought in a daze, what's the use, I'm going to be exhausted.

"You regret lying to me?" He thought so in his heart, but he still wanted to ask for a reason.

"I went to see Yingri Lake just now, and the sunset is really beautiful." Fang Siming didn't answer, but there seemed to be a smile in his voice, "——You have made great progress."

Hearing the words, Shaoxia tilted his head sleepily, and suddenly felt that the quarrel just now was really tiring and boring: It's not that he doesn't know what a stubborn fool Fang Siming is, why did he have to be serious with him?

"Let's go, okay? I won't entangle you with Zhu Wengui's affairs, and I won't make trouble anymore, can you go with me?" The young man's consciousness gradually dissipated, and his voice weakened, "I promised me, I will I believe you every time, and you can't lie to me every time...you can continue to lie to me, okay?"

Fang Siming didn't say a word, but the true energy in his palm suddenly became overbearing. The scorching gas suddenly broke through the checkpoint and penetrated into the boy's limbs and bones. Blood rushes around.

"What is he going to do?" The boy tried desperately to struggle, but he couldn't break free from his shackles, and almost fell to the ground.

Fang Siming stood up at this moment, and walked slowly to the center of the meditation room, under the hood of the hood, he was completely different from Fang Cai.

It's coming soon, bear with me a little longer.he thinks.

At this moment, Mr. Lan Hua glanced at the young man again, and asked, "It's not worth spending your life on something illusory. Do you want to be self-evident?"

The boy finally understood all of Fang Siming's plans—but it was too late.

He struggled desperately and wanted to throw away the blade in his hand, but he couldn't speak or move his hands. There was only a wave of true energy in his body controlled by Fang Siming.In his hands, the long sword was moving like a rainbow, piercing out the sky-piercing brilliance, and went straight to Fang Siming's heart.

No!stop!If you do this again, I will hate you to the death!

But Fang Siming just looked into his eyes calmly, with gentle words and persuasive words: "Yao Lang, don't be afraid."

Even if I die, I won't forgive you!

Tears poured down from the young man's eyes, and he walked wildly. The meridians in his body exploded at the most painful and frightening point in his life. The blade was deflected to the right by an inch, but it still sank into Fang Siming's chest.

Soft, warm, bright blood.

At least not every step is wrong.Fang Siming thought.

He didn't say a word to Shaoxia until he died.

Junruo clear road dust, concubine like muddy cement.

What a silly boy.Zhu Wengui dragged the shackles and crawled over, looking at Fang Siming thinking.

Logically, he seemed to be supposed to cry for his adopted son, but he couldn't cry, so he had to straighten his clothes for him.

The anti-justice father will come down soon, Zhu Wengui thought.It seems that I saw a little milk doll many, many years ago, sitting at the door waiting for him to come home.

What a pity, obviously raised a doll, but can't die for himself.

☆、Chapter 11

After that, the young man bid farewell to his teacher and walked outside the Great Wall alone, sometimes with Chu Liuxiang, most of the time alone.People in the world are the most forgetful, and the rampant cult soon became a story that the storyteller in the teahouse talked about. Occasionally, he would hear his own name in the story, wake up and startled, and the string vomited hoarsely, and fled.

There is no rain, no wind and snow outside, the scorching sun is in the sky, and the vegetation is luxuriant.

In the day after day of asceticism, he finally understands that living together and dying together is nothing but an ancient fallacy in dramas.The universe is clear, the sun and the moon are clear, and he is the only person in the world who is sad for him.

——The handsome knight-errant who became famous at a young age doesn't always smile, he looks very serious.

——What do children know, great heroes naturally have stories.

Where does the big hero come from, it's just that the people in the game haven't gotten out of the puzzle.

Hate is hard to get rid of.

Hate is hard to get rid of!

"Little friend, have you been feeling unhappy lately? Why don't you go to the south of the Yangtze River with Chu, it's a good time for the east wind and spring water..."

"Listen to Xiangshuai—but Xiangshuai should worry about himself first," the young man blinked slyly, raised his chin and pointed to the women in the distance, "I have nothing to do with you, I can't compare to Xiangshuai." Handsome and chic..."

"Shut up!" Chu Liuxiang took a fan and slapped him on the head, covering up the thin worry in his eyes.

As long as one lives in this world, one must know the key to living: don't move the sad thoughts, find the reason to live.

He forgot the true and false vows, forgot the momentary sympathy, even forgot the feeling of the long sword piercing the man's chest, but he couldn't avoid the corpses with broken right arms—where did they go? where people die.

The dead people may have changed their appearance, or they may have been corrupted beyond recognition, but he can always recognize them desperately: they are the ones who drag him into hell, they are the ones who stopped him outside the gate of Jingyi and let him go. Coming to the Heavenly Dao League, it is also a matter for them to eat the king's salary and betray the king, but they are still lingering in this world.

Good to die.

Why can they live alone?

"Little friend, you have to know that black and white, good and evil are in the heart, and no one can judge life and death." Chu Liuxiang said again, "Everyone is in the three realms, and they have their own due cause and effect, but those who despise all living beings are often addicted to paranoia. into delusion."

joke!If so, what did I do wrong?

Murder and set fire to the golden belt, repair bridges and make up roads without corpses!

The young hero is not consciously doing justice for the sky - he would rather those innocent souls have no peace, and come to the world day and night to claim their lives.Then ask someone to ask, is he okay there?Did he really fall into the ghost realm? Would he dare to stand by the bridge of Naihe and wait for him for 300 years?

Yue Mo didn't dare.So he hated him even more.

A few days later, Ye Shenglan appeared, her white clothes fluttering, her face pale, and she still looked sick and weak at any time.

"Brother Ye, stay safe and sound." The young man cupped his hands, remembering the first time he and Fang Siming met.

"Of course there are troubles, but they are nothing to worry about." Ye Shenglan smiled: "Looking at the beautiful scenery here, I can't help but come and have a look."

The more this kind of people, the less they will really wither. They will tenaciously allow every gust of autumn wind to trample on them, and then struggle to survive extremely tenaciously.

The young man kept his mouth shut, and quietly listened to Chu Liuxiang's gossip with him, talking about mountains and rivers, strange people and strange things, and finally talked about the Shaolin Temple that night:

Today, Shang Kuanren did not execute Zhu Wengui, but only made him imprisoned in Zongzheng Temple for life, and he had to die.The thief leader didn't thank him after hearing the holy will, but just squatted in the corner and rang the bell for a long time, then crushed the bell into powder and sprinkled it on the body of his adopted son little by little.

——Death is dead, let his wish come true.Anyway, he has no chance to betray himself again.

At first, the guard on duty was worried that there was some murder weapon in it, so he snatched it several times, but the bell was really just a bell to tease the children, so he had to give up.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Zhu Wengui went completely insane, biting anyone he saw, like a wild beast, in a horrific state.

The boy just listened intently.It's also strange, he clearly remembers that Fang Siming's blood is warm, and he clearly remembers that he refused to say a word with him until his death, but his later memories are all fuzzy, like fragments after drunkenness, all of which were cut off by others And away, there are only a few vague and cruel reflections.

Some stories say that after he won the victory, he had a drink with his comrades before leaving; some said that he fainted from exhaustion, and the knife in his hand was still stuck in the rib of the thief leader; some said that he had great love in his heart. , Quietly chant the sutras for the enemy all night.In every statement, he is brilliant and magnanimous.

Perhaps the second was more accurate: the knife had gone in too far, and he couldn't get it out.He was only awake until the moment Fang Siming died, as for later——

"Then Fang Siming... where is his tomb?" The young man held the celadon cup, and the water in the cup kept shaking.

"If the young man wants to see it, Sheng Lan can take the young man with him."

"You don't have to bother Brother Ye, I myself..."

"Chu and my friend go together." Chu Liuxiang shook his fan, "It's an old friend after all."

The boy was silent again.

The grave was as expected small, but not too desolate. The young man stared at it for a long time without moving, and he didn't seem to want to cry at all. Ye Shenglan still hummed a few poems softly beside him.

Instead, Su Rongrong took a bunch of flower seeds and asked if she wanted to plant them on the side.

"Don't!" The young man lost his voice, lowered his head with a pale face, and said in a low voice, "Let's go" - he always didn't want to see something suck his flesh and blood to grow.

Jiang Shu is the last living person in Wansheng Pavilion.He went back to the ruins of Xiaoyao Mountain Villa for the first time, sitting in the devastation, feeling like a big joke.

In the pouring rain that night, he thought of many people, he thought of his elder brother, he thought of Ziyin, and finally he thought of Hui Chen who died there—such a bald donkey, hypocritical, hypocritical, hypocritical, and acting wise. Even if he dies, he will flash back into his mind!Pooh!

He spat hard, and his face, which had begun to fester, hurt a little.

Fortunately, the moon is dark and the wind is high here, so no one can see it.He muttered and limped towards the old house.

At this moment, fierce sword energy flashed in front of him, and the pitch-black figure seemed to come out of nowhere, and the cold blade pressed hard against his waist, "Stop."

"Who is it?" The whole world is enemies, Jiang Shu is not surprised by this, but has a strange premonition.

Hearing this, the young man adjusted the blade finely, so that the bright sword light just happened to reflect the ugly and ferocious sores on Jiang Shu's face, and also reflected his own cold face sternly.

"Why did you kill me?" Jiang Shu didn't hate it, but felt strange.

"You killed him." There is no basis for such a statement, but the young man lives on this groundless reason.

"It's really weird," Jiang Shu sneered, "You were the one who stabbed the knife into his heart, and you were the one who gained fame and wealth. You're here to kill me now? Wait..."

Seeing the young man's eyes stiff and dull, he couldn't help frowning, his whole body turned cold, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, blood spurted out from his neck, like a small fountain under the moonlight.

This dead posture is very similar to that of the Heart Eater King back then.

But Shaoxia remained silent, wiped the blade clean, and threw it into the sword case beside him.There are already 76 swords and 66 lives in the dull and heavy box, adding this one makes 77 swords.

Someone always has to be buried with you.

The sword box made a series of eerie crashes following his footsteps, and the young man clearly aimed to fold to the east——

It won't be long.

The small tomb is bathed in the cold moonlight, and it is hard to see whether it has really gained eternal peace.The teenager didn't dare to look at it either.

He just took out the first sword, plunged it into the ground, and licked it again, and a small handful of grave soil loosened; one sword quickly curled its edge, and he changed another.The thin and thin fingers were bled and dripped into the mud.

That's great, the boy thought, let him know what my blood tastes like.

At the time of the No.70 sword, Shaoxia finally saw the thin wooden coffin.A shadow moved faintly under the moonlight, the magnolia swayed, and the boy finally vomited a mouthful of blood.

Finally, in this world, there is no longer the brilliance of a happy person, to disturb him to commemorate this long silent night——

"Yao Lang?"

"Yao Lang..."

"I said I would wait for you."

"so sorry."

His eyes were in a trance, his ears were in a trance, and even his mind was in a trance.Suspecting that he heard Fang Siming's voice, he wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, but his eyes were still empty and he couldn't see anything.

"You lied to me." He shouted hoarsely at Kong Mang, "I will not forgive you, 300 years, 600 years, 800 years, I will never forgive you in the next life!"

No obsession, no holidays.

"He's very dangerous." Ye Shenglan looked at him in the dark and frowned, "I'm unconscious and wandering around in the world, I can't go on like this.

Fang Siming remained silent, and the hand holding the leaf trembled slightly.

He was a little scared.

So Ye Shenglan stopped him again, "Let me ask again: How did Brother Siming know that Zhu Wengui would return the medicine to you...your body? If this step fails..."

"It's just gambling." Fang Siming looked indifferent, "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger's cub."

Such a big bet has been placed, so what are you afraid of now.

Fang Siming looked in the boy's direction firmly, and said "Thank you" to Ye Shenglan.A dark green leaf finally flew across the sky and hit the young man on the back.The boy fainted immediately, and leaned to the side without saying a word.

When the boy woke up, he couldn't see anything, his eyes were covered with hot gauze, and the tip of his nose smelled of medicine.

Ye Shenglan's voice was far away and extremely cold, "The doctor said that your liver qi is stagnant, you need to take good care of it, you can't waste your eyes for the next half month, I will take care of you."

The boy nodded in a daze, and groped around, but it was not a familiar place.

"Brother Ye, please." He lowered his head, a little guilty.

"It's okay." Ye Shenglan coughed badly, "Mr. Zhang Jianzhai is here, let him come and see you, I'm right outside."

Then there was a rustling sound, and the old gentleman sighed "Oh", and stroked his forehead pityingly, "Why did you become like this?"

The young man was very wronged when he heard the words, tears that had dried up for a long time fell on the old man's hands.The old man was in a hurry, holding his face and saying, "Don't cry, don't cry, if you cry, you will lose your eyes even more..."

The young man raised his face so that the tears could be drawn back, but they were uncontrollable, but flowed back to his neck in another way.

"Mr. Zhang, is there anyone who came back from the dead in this world?" Knowing that it was ridiculous, he still pulled Zhang Jianzhai's sleeve and asked him sadly.

Zhang Jianzhai lingered for a long time, showing an embarrassing look of defeat, "If the old man is not dead, I will try my best to save him; but since he is dead, there is absolutely no reason for him to be resurrected."

The young man let out a "hmm" and let Zhang Jianzhai take off the gauze from his eyes and put his warm hands on it.

"Does it hurt?" the old man asked.

The young man shook his head, then nodded again, some strange feelings rose in his heart, "It hurts." He said.

"Young hero, remember to cherish yourself," Zhang Jianzhai sighed, and pressed his eyes, "There are always people in this world who love you, and there are always people who don't deserve it."

The genius doctor's hand hovered around his eyes, and the young man suddenly felt a movement in his heart, "What if he died for you, but he didn't even want to talk to you? What if..." His voice gradually dropped, blowing With only a faint hope left, "I searched through his clothes, and he didn't have a single thing I gave him."

He probably doesn't want to see me in his next life.

The young man lowered his eyes, but Zhang Jianzhai trembled, "Perhaps... the thing you gave him is in the most important place."

At this time, the young man thought of Fang Siming that day, and he also admitted to him with such a stubborn face, "The Fang Ying you met was me." Like a stubborn gourd.

So Shaoxia pursed his lips, turned his head and said to the genius doctor, "Guess, how did I know he was leaving that day?"

He didn't say who "he" was, but the genius doctor understood, and answered "I don't know" in a low voice.

"He doesn't know. He has nightmares every night, shouting those people's names profusely, and bites his own mouth when he gets so anxious. I can't bear it, so I have to bite his wrist." The young man frowned, Stretched out his wrist to signal Zhang Jianzhai to touch it, "I was afraid he would be sad, so I pretended I didn't know anything."

The boy's forearm was as white as jade, leaving only a faint mark on the wrist. "Zhang Jianzhai"'s hand fell on the remaining trace, and the circles of his eyes turned red.

"Then do you want to know why he insisted on leaving?" He hoarsely asked the young man.

There seemed to be a huge tide receding in his chest, and he had a premonition that it was coming all over the place. The young man nodded and grabbed a small piece of Zhang Jianzhai's sleeve.

"He has been poisoned, and only his adoptive father has the antidote." "Zhang Jianzhai" also lowered his head, tentatively grasping the boy's fingertips: there were still bloodstains and scars there, so he avoided it carefully, and gently moved towards it. He breathed out, "If he doesn't die once, his adoptive father won't give him the medicine—in fact, even if he dies, he might not have it, but this is the only way he can come up with, he has to bet Take a gamble."

Tears fell down, the young man opened his mouth, his mouth was full of salty fish, "Then, did he win the bet?"

"Zhang Jianzhai" didn't answer, but held the boy tightly into his arms, "If he wins the bet, will you forgive him?"

His chin rested on the young man's shoulder, his voice hoarse and fragile.

The boy was out of breath.

He didn't know how to breathe or how to make a sound, he just stretched out his hands tremblingly to touch, Siming's eyes under his fingers, Fang Siming's nose, his mouth, his back, he put together every bit in front of the boy, Put together into a fresh and warm Fang Siming.

"Will you forgive him?" Finally, the voice became Fang Siming's voice.This dream-like voice separated all the absurd blood stains of the day before, and soaked into his heart——

"Bastard. Are you going to lie to me in my dream while I can't see?"

The boy just doesn't move.He couldn't control the tears, but his hands and feet could.He didn't dare to struggle, didn't dare to raise his voice, so he could only cry softly, for fear that the dream would be shattered in a moment.

"I'm sorry, Yaolang, I'm sorry." Fang Siming trembled, holding the young hero's face and kissing his eyes, tears were extremely painful, "This is the last time, I promise...don't be afraid."

He held the young man's fingers one by one, and the ten fingers connected to his heart, causing pain to the bone.

The sky and the earth are about to fall, the sea splits and the mountains collapse.

The young man finally went limp and let out a mournful cry in his arms.

"I didn't throw away your little guy," Fang Siming lowered his head, held the young man's hand and touched his chest. Afraid of his pain, he had to stop on the outermost layer, "It's here, it's always been here. That hand It shattered when the sword stabbed over, I couldn't bear to throw it away..."

"Stop fooling me with such nonsense!" The young man slapped Fang Siming's hand off, and wrapped his arms around him even more frantically, "But I can't see you, I can't see anything..."

He couldn't confirm with his own eyes that he was safe, so he could only touch his face, hair, skin, and body inch by inch from top to bottom—stumbling and tearful.

"It will be fine, the doctor said it will be fine soon. If you don't get better, I will gouge out my eyes to compensate you."

"You bastard, shut up!" Shaoxia scolded, but Fang Siming kept his promise to "shut up", quietly grabbed Shaoxia's hand, and stroked every inch of his body: every inch of skin, every scar.Some of them are like rivers, some are like mountains and rivers, lying across his thighs, waist, and neck, faintly flowing with his pulse.

The heart is the seed of desire, lovesickness is like a buckle.

"How could there be so many injuries?" Shaoxia trembled.

"If you want to know, I can tell you slowly one by one." Fang Siming said softly, leading him to take off his heavy clothes and repeat all the tender places and wild jungles on his body. He died for his proof.

"Yaolang, I miss you."

The truth faded away, and the teenager whimpered and bit his shoulder.

Not to be broken, not to be built, to live to death.

(end)

"The medicine can be removed, Fang Siming, come here quickly!" Shaoxia sat on the edge of the bed, bored, and kept calling for people.There were black medicine sachets on his eyes, so he had to tilt his head up to let the medicine seep into his eyes.

Fang Siming ignored him, just fiddled with a flower in the distance, calmly said, "Wait. There is still half an hour, what's the rush?"

I don't think I'm in a hurry, haven't I been blind for half a month?The young man was anxious, and muttered in his mouth, "I really doubt that you made me blind because of something bad. Why don't you be blind sooner or later, but you were blind when you came here..."

Fang Siming gave a "bah" then, and stared at him with a sneer, "What good is it for me if you're blind, you keep ordering me around like a master all day long?"

He said so, but he also walked over slowly, raising his hand to help him adjust his eyes and put on the medicine bag.

"Today is the orchid." The young man approached and sniffed his clothes carefully, "The orchid is still tenacious, and you have kept it alive for so many days; the crabapple from last time is not good..."

When Fang Siming heard the words, his face darkened and he slammed his hands hard. The young man howled "Ouch".

"It's not that I can't feed it." He pressed the young man's eyes solemnly, "It's because someone pours medicine dregs into it every day."

The young man was wronged, stuck out his tongue and remained silent.

"It's really troublesome, it's better to just leave it like this." Fang Siming said again.

He closed the young man's eyes with both hands, and then carefully removed the wet towel.The boy rolled his eyes in his palm, and saw the familiar palm lines.

"Open your eyes slowly, don't be blinded by the stimulation again." The owner of the palm bent down and blew gently in front of his eyes.The young man couldn't hold back, and hastily patted his hand: the spring outside the window is just right, and Fang Siming, who is also in front of him, is in the same beautiful scenery.

"Where is this?" Shaoxia stared at him for a moment, lost and recovered, not daring to blink.

"Jiangnan," Fang Siming looked away uncomfortably.His face was reddish, and his words were oblique and hesitant, "You used to think that Yingri Lake was not good, so I chose Fang Feilin. If you don't like it, just leave, and I won't keep you."

"I like it, I like it." The boy smiled crookedly on the bed, "I like it so much that I want to treat you to a drink."

"Bastard. Mmm..."

Color imparts soul and soul, disturbing the heart.

(Finish)