must fruit

At this time, the sky outside had already dawned. Liang Jin lay down on the bed with Jing Biguo in his arms after the incident, feeling his man's weakness in Jing Biguo's body, but he was too lazy to pull it out. He seemed sleepy. He squinted his eyes like a cat, put his arms around Jing Biguo lying on his body, and said contentedly:

"If there is a certain fruit, this leader doesn't even want to get up."

Biguo felt the aftertaste of sex. He yelled a lot just now, his voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of laziness. He asked Liang Jin:

"Where are you going?"

"It's not a big deal. It's just that the branch church in Suzhou is in some trouble. Suzhou happens to be not far from Shuimen City. I'll stop by to have a look. I'll be back in two or three days. When I come back, I'll take you, the teacher's wife, back to the main altar for them See you all."

Jing Biguo gave Liang Jin a cross-eyed look, he pressed on Liang Jin, and asked:

"Would you like me to go with you?"

Liang Jin kissed Jing Biguo's face and said:

"The White Lotus Palace has not stabilized yet, so you should stay here. Would you like me to let Shi Yuan stay to protect you?"

Jing Biguo and Liang Jin were newlyweds, and they were naturally a little bit reluctant, saying:

"No need, I'm the Palace Master here, but you, you should go back early."

Liang Jin looked at Jing Biguo's handsome face and said:

"Why would I come back early? I'm afraid I just want to fly back to you when I go out. A kiss must be fruitful. Let me kiss you again..."

It was getting late at this time, Liang Jin got up, washed and changed clothes in a hurry, and took Shi Yuan and other subordinates out of the White Lotus Palace, all the way east to Suzhou.

A few days ago, the branch of the Black Lotus Sect in Suzhou was suddenly stolen by an extremely important token. The head of the branch there sent someone to plead guilty to Liang Jin overnight. Liang Jin remembered that he hadn't visited Suzhou for a long time, so he simply decided to personally Take a trip, if these branch halls are left uncontrolled for too long, it is easy to change.

It took three days for Liang Jin to go, and when the people who went wrong in the Suzhou branch were killed and punished, everything was dealt with, and when they rushed back to Shuimen City, what Liang Jin was thinking about was Jing Biguo. The subordinates of the Black Lotus Sect saw the sudden gentle look on the face of their leader who was still determined to kill in Suzhou, they all pretended not to see it, and followed Liang Jin non-stop to Shuimen City where the White Lotus Palace was located.

Liang Jin had just left the Shangguan Road in Suzhou when he saw a rider running in the distance. Although the man on the horse was still wearing the clothes of the Black Lotus Sect, he had lost his mask and turban. With several wounds, he looked extremely tired and distressed.

As soon as the man saw Liang Jin, he jumped off his horse, bowed down in front of Liang Jin's horse, and said loudly:

"Master! Shuimen City was attacked by the Xirong people."

The so-called Xirong people generally refer to the nomadic people in the west of the country. Liang Jin's face changed drastically when he heard this, and said:

"What did you say?"

The disciple of the Black Lotus Sect who delivered the news said in a weeping voice:

"The Xirong people suddenly surrounded Shuimen City a day and a half ago, and even the imperial army had no time to arrive. The subordinates took advantage of the chaos to get out of the encirclement to deliver the news. Master, go back and have a look. Bar!"

Liang Jin was terrified, and he was asking the disciple about other things, but the disciple said he didn't know, Liang Jin gave a slap in the face with a whip, his black horse neighed, and led the crowd behind him to lift their hooves forward run.

It took half the time for the Black Lotus Sect to rush back to Shuimen City. At this time, Shuimen City was heavily guarded by the imperial court and the whole city was under martial law. It seemed that the Xirong bandits who came to raid had already been expelled.

Liang Jin and the others simply abandoned their horses and climbed in from an inconspicuous city wall. Liang Jin saw that although there were no traces of the Xirong people in the city, there were burnt house ruins and bleak-faced people everywhere. .

Liang Jin passed by the street and saw that the shop that bought candied fruit and snacks for Jing Biguo was smashed into a mess. The youngest son of the shop owner was squatting in front of the shop playing in hemp and mourning. Not long ago, the seal of the Black Lotus Sect was hung The red lantern with the word "囍" fell to the ground for some reason, and the red paper lamp frame was trampled to pieces. Liang Jin hurried back to the White Lotus Palace, seeing that the lintel of the house in the White Lotus Palace was intact. At the gate of the White Lotus Palace, a trembling little steward of the White Lotus Palace was tied up by members of the Black Lotus Cult and knelt down in front of Liang Jin. Liang Jin frowned and said in a deep voice:

"What's the matter? Where's your palace master?"

The little steward was so frightened that he trembled like a sieve, and the disciple of the Black Lotus Sect behind him said to Liang Jin:

"Master, you are this person, he..."

The little steward let out a miserable scream:

"Master, please forgive me, I am also forced to help..."

Liang Jin signaled his subordinate to click on the dumb acupoint of the little steward. He had a bad feeling in his heart, so he asked the subordinate kneeling beside him:

"What the hell happened?"

The Black Lotus Sect disciple glared at the steward, bowed his head and said:

"Return to the leader, someone took advantage of the absence of the leader and Xi Rong entered the city, and killed... Palace Master Jing!"

Liang Jin felt as if someone had hit his head hard, and he said sharply:

"impossible!"

The subordinate didn't dare to look into Liang Jin's eyes. The men in black all around knelt together, and everyone had sad expressions on their faces. With a trembling, he asked:

"Tell me, where is Biguo?"

Liang Jin's voice was so cold that even the people of the Black Lotus Sect began to tremble, and the people of the White Lotus Palace trembled so much that their teeth began to chatter. Seeing that they were all silent, Liang Jin cursed angrily:

"All fucking trash!"

As he said, he kicked the two people who were in the way, and walked quickly to the backyard. He smelled a burnt smell, and the smell became stronger as he walked forward. Liang Jin finally started to run with light work, his mind was empty, When he saw the burnt-out wedding room, Liang Jin staggered over the scorched threshold, and saw that the furnishings in the room had been burnt to black, and the mahogany tables and chairs had been burned to the ground. The wedding bed between him and Jing Biguo He was also burnt out of shape, and there were obvious marks of a human figure on the dark bed.

Liang Jin's face turned pale, he pinched the already fragile bedpost and turned into powder, the crumbling wooden bed could no longer support it and collapsed, Liang Jin looked into the eyes of his subordinates behind Asked word for word:

"where is he?"

The subordinate trembled and said:

"It stopped in the ear room."

As soon as Liang Jin entered the ear room, he saw a coffin parked in the huge room. He swayed, pushed the coffin board away with his palm, and saw a corpse wrapped in white cloth. The coffin guards were Liang Jin and Jing Bi. Guo's maid, she fell to her knees with a plop, sobbing with swollen eyes:

"Master, don't look at it, woo woo woo... Mr. Jing is too miserable..."

Liang Jin smelled a strong burnt breath at the end of his nose, his hands were trembling, he looked at the figure under the white cloth, he couldn't believe that the one lying in the coffin was his newlywed lover, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked extremely horrified People, he hesitated to lift the white cloth, revealing the scorched corpse under it.

The corpse was horrifying. Not to mention the burnt hair and nose, the lips had also shrunk due to the high temperature, revealing the yellowed teeth. .

Liang Jin felt like he was dreaming, how could the unrecognizable corpse in front of him be his Jing Biguo, but when he touched the charred cheek of the corpse, the touch of his fingertips was so real.

Liang Jin stared straight at the body, and cried out with difficulty:

"Big fruit?"

Naturally, it was impossible for the corpse to respond to Liang Jin, but Liang Jin was not discouraged, and continued to shout foolishly:

"Biguo? Wake up, Biguo?"

The maid kneeling beside him pulled Liang Jin with tears, and persuaded:

"Master, Master, please don't be like this..."

Liang Jin waved the maid away, and the maid was thrown out with a bleeding hole on her forehead, she still crawled over to persuade Liang Jin:

"Master, woo woo woo... Mr. Jing is gone."

The congregants who followed in also knelt down and bowed their heads in silence.As if Liang Jin didn't hear anything, he gently held the scorched chicken paw-like hand without hesitation, caressed it as if he was holding a lover's hand, and called out:

"Biguo, don't sleep, okay, wake up, I'll take you back to the main altar."

The corpse in the coffin still didn't respond, but Liang Jin didn't seem to realize that he was facing a dead person, as if he was just in front of his sleeping lover. He wanted to pull the body's hand, but the corpse had already been burned. It was extremely fragile, and when he pulled it, it broke the arm of the corpse with a "click".

Liang Jin froze while holding the scorched and dehydrated stump in his hand. He turned his back to everyone, so everyone saw him fall into silence, but no one saw his silent tears.

Liang Jin just stood there blankly holding that hand for almost an hour, while the members of the Black Lotus Sect knelt at the door of the ear room for an hour. After a long time, Liang Jin reluctantly put the severed hand back to its original place, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Who killed him?"

The bound steward of the White Lotus Palace was brought up, and the steward cried and said:

"It was Jing Qiushui. She made me faint and set the Palace Mistress on fire. She said that if I didn't do it, she would kill me. There's nothing I can do about it."

Liang Jin was already looking at the corpse in the coffin, without even turning around to take a look, he asked in a deep voice:

"Where is she now?"

Even though his hands were bound, the steward still kowtowed repeatedly:

"The little one doesn't know, the leader has mercy! The leader has mercy!"

Liang Jin said:

"Han Si."

A tall and thin Black Lotus Sect congregation stepped out and saluted:

"Subordinates are here."

Liang Jin said:

"Since he wants to live, let him live a long life."

Han Si said:

"As ordered."

As he said that, he grabbed the steward like a chicken and left. Everyone in the Black Lotus Sect knew that once this person fell into the hands of Han Si, the punishment hall of the Black Lotus Sect, he would regret that Liang Jin didn't Killed himself on the spot.

The author has something to say:

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Liang Jin: [crying] Author, why did you write my Biguo's corpse so ugly!

Author: Xiaogong is a little bit of a stress reaction obstacle, after all, such a blow is quite big for him ==