Merry little roll

The soul-sorrowing bird screamed sharply.The waves stirred up thousands of layers, and the hull was like a thin blade in the hurricane, being torn apart by the forces of the wind without resistance.

Xuanjian pierced Guan Ye's body, not a single drop of blood fell, and there was no pain.He even felt an unprecedented tranquility.

Mo Yin covered his eyes that were constantly seeping blood, and the hot gold on his forehead continued to spread, gradually covering the surface of his skin with a layer of golden lines, which became deeper and deeper.

"呲呲"

Mo Yin's hand holding the sword is slowly rising mist.It was the order of midsummer, but there was a shallow layer of ice covering the back of his hand, slowly extending towards his arm.

Wherever he could see out of the corner of his eye, Yuan Yang was looking at him hesitantly.

"Don't get close."

Yuan Yang stopped when he heard the words.

At the moment when Mo Yin's words fell, the icy air on the back of his hand suddenly surged, and the ice cubes splashed around his toes in an instant.

On the floor, on the railing, on the bulkhead... the surrounding waves stopped fluctuating, and solidified into thorny icicles in the air. "Crackling" fell to the ground, forming a magnificent ice waterfall.

The swaying ship suddenly stood still, embedded in a layer of solid and airtight ice.

Looking up, the huge soul-sorrowing bird has been frozen into a huge ice sculpture. Its beak maintains the original curvature, opens to the sky, and screams silently.On the deck, the screaming and fleeing servants also became ice men, freezing their terrified expressions at the last moment.

The world of ice and snow, covered in silver, everything is still in the misty.

"This sword does not kill people."

With a "click", Mo Yin pulled out the sword from Guan Ye's body, the surroundings were too quiet, Yuan Yang could almost hear the sound of flesh and blood twisting when the sword body was pulled away from the heat.

"It only kills evil."

As Mo Yin's words fell, Guan Ye knelt down on the ground limply, his eyes began to change, one became so big that it almost covered half of his face, and the other shrunk to only half of its original size.

The dense pupils rotate rapidly in the white of the eyes, zooming in, shrinking, moving up and down.The cries of dozens of human faces are hidden in the smallness. They bite each other in Guan Ye's eyes, the ink splashes, and the torn human faces turn into countless soul-stricken birds from time to time.

The soul-sorrowing bird screaming up to the sky, wanted to break through the whites of the eyes, and flapped its black wings resentfully in the eyes. .

Guan Ye knelt down on the ground, began to cough violently, pinched his own neck and blushed.He lay down on the icy deck, and slowly spat out a pitch-black bird with tangled feathers from his throat.The blackbird flapped its weak wings on the ice, but never took off.

Guan Ye's memory, consciousness and pain sensation were like falling into boundless ice water.Ups and downs, swaying, shattering...

Guan Ye always felt that he was an upright and cowardly person.

It wasn't until the moment when the officers and soldiers surrounded them that he realized that his personality was only cowardly and lacked integrity.

The Kings of Hades outside the door yelled loudly: "Catch Guan Ye, the son of the criminal ordered by the court, and come out quickly to die!"

Guan Ye's legs trembled uncontrollably, the rolling head on the guillotine was still vivid in his mind, and the blood turned into fear and spilled wantonly in his mind.He looked to the side, Yue seemed to be nothing, just silently wiped his wooden sword.

Why can Yue be so indifferent, it shouldn't be like this.

Is the "I only need my brother is enough" that I usually talk about are all lies, shouldn't Yue stand up and fight for his brother, screaming and defending?

If he died... no, he couldn't die.

Why can the person who brings disaster be safe and sound, but he has to become a lamb in the whirlpool.

Guan Ye's heart was beating violently in his chest, as if a frightened bird was thrashing about in his body trying to escape.His shadow was irradiated on the pure white wall, slanting, vaguely like a deformed bird.

"Come out quickly!"

The officers and soldiers outside scratched the panicked hearts with their sharp voices from time to time, waiting cunningly to throw themselves into the trap.

"Yue..." Guan Ye gritted his upper teeth and his lips trembled violently, "You are such a bad boy."

He slumped on the wooden chair, his weak will could not support his body at all.

Yue, who was wiping the wooden sword, raised her head, her eyes were shining brightly, as if mocking Guan Ye's cowardice and trembling.

"Brother, I am indeed a bad boy, I am too selfish."

Hearing the word 'selfish', Ye felt that his brother was mocking him.From childhood to adulthood, Yue was the least likely to have any association with this word.If it is said to be selfish, it should also be cowardly and selfish.

A picture suddenly appeared in Guan Ye's mind.

In the backyard of the palace, there is a small abandoned attic.

Next to the small attic is another small pavilion, Yue likes to practice swords there, except when painting, he basically stays there.

That day, as expected, Ye found Yue at the pavilion.

He had nothing to do, so he lazily watched Yue wielding moves that he couldn't understand. Because it was a wooden sword, Ye really felt that the sword didn't show any heroism that a swordsman should have, and even felt a little funny.

A child suddenly ran away in panic from the side of the pavilion, Ye Ye took a closer look, it turned out to be the young master of the Shen residence.

Not used to seeing him at night, Young Master Shen often came to the palace to play.I heard that they came to find a maid named "Lancao".

Speaking of "bluegrass", Guan Ye had to think of Tian Sanqing who came to beg for a concubine a few days ago.

The short boss's stiff expression of being rejected hovered in his mind for several days, and the embarrassment jumping on his face was so vivid that it made people laugh.

Guan Ye was trembling his legs, humming a little tune, admiring the wooden sword, when suddenly a pink figure jumped in front of him.

"Plop" a muffled sound.

"Young master, young master, please, save Lancao!"

Guan Yue, who was dancing the sword in the pavilion, stopped and walked to the servant girl who was kneeling on the ground.

The servant girl was sobbing, trembling, she dared not raise her head, raised her hand, and pointed to the abandoned attic not far behind her. "Over there, a group of people stroked the orchid grass there."

Ye sat up straight, "Why are they stroking her?"

The servant girl buried her head even lower, almost touching the ground, but she didn't make a sound.

"Strong-violence." Yue, who hadn't spoken since the beginning, suddenly made a sound, and the blockbuster was so frightening that Guan Ye stood up.

Hearing this word, he couldn't help but think of the dusty affair between his mother and concubine and that animal, and the uncontrollable anger rose in his heart, and the blood in his brain was boiling hot, and veins appeared on his forehead.

"really?"

"Of course it's true."

Yue lowered her head, her face buried in a burst of shadows, a little gloomy.

The abandoned attic has been in disrepair for a long time, the thin paper on the windows has fallen off, and the frames of the wooden doors have long since decayed and cracked.The smell of damp came to the nostrils, dust floated in the air, and the entire attic was dusty.

They followed the trembling maid upstairs, and the wooden boards under their feet creaked.

As soon as he climbed to the top of the building, the unbearable screams from inside the house came to his ears, besides the sound of the men panting.Their voices were distorted with excitement, and their cries were shriller than animals.

Guan Ye clutched his abdomen and bent down, feeling an uncontrollable vomiting in his body.

He wants to escape.

A figure passed in front of him.

It was the month, and he rushed in.

Guan Ye stretched out his hand, he wanted to grab Yue, but he only held vain air in his hand.

He also wanted to follow in, but his feet were as if they were imprisoned in the iron chain, unable to move even a little bit.He could only stand by the window pane with the maid, silently wanting to see the scene inside the house.

Guan Ye opened his eyes wide, watching Yue break through the door, step over the guardrail, lift off his robe, and then leap to the dusty ground.

When he landed, his legs were slightly bent, and his movements were as if landing on a luxurious carpet, soft and elegant.

As soon as Ke Yue stood up, she began to dance the wooden sword crazily.

Without making a sound, he directly stabbed the three men with his wooden sword. The frightened men opened their eyes wide in horror and were caught off guard.

A cloud of dust rose up in the house, making people dazzled.

Gradually, the men came to their senses, stood up abruptly, and surrounded Yue like mad dogs.

A man was the first to bear the brunt, and Yue stabbed with his sword mercilessly. The hilt of the sword turned in his hand, and slapped hard on the back of the man's head, making a dull sound.

Following the blunt sound, the wooden chair fell on Yue's body.

Ye opened his mouth wide, watching a man lift a wooden chair high and hit his younger brother hard, he could almost see the deformation of Yue's bones at that moment.

He suddenly came to his senses and growled to the servant girl: "Go and call someone!"

After the maid ran away, Ye looked at the room again.

The situation has reversed, and Yue's pace is getting more and more faltering.On the ground were broken pieces of porcelain mixed with blood.

The three men took turns attacking him, and when Yue was not paying attention, they violently hit his body with the sharp object in their hands. .

Guan Ye clenched his fists.

"Ah!" The usually kind and honest Yue suddenly yelled loudly, and simply ignored those so-called moves, and waved the sword in her hand chaotically.

How long has the room been noisy, Guan Ye leaned against the window and clenched his fists for a long time.

Until the three men got down completely.

They rolled on the ground in pain, moaning and moaning. One of the men's obscene pants fell to his knees, which was particularly unsightly.

Yue Ban knelt on the ground, lifted his heavy body and got up, he turned around, his usually handsome face was already half red and half purple, swollen and ugly, but he still looked towards the window, revealing Biggest smile ever.

Guan Ye wanted to respond to that smile, but found himself frozen in fear and excitement, unable to lift his heavy footsteps.

He was horrified to find that his soul seemed to be scalded by this bright smile.

"Come out quickly!"

The officers and soldiers outside the door became more and more impatient and seemed ready to break in.

Yue stood up, holding the wooden sword.

"I'm so wicked and selfish. At this juncture, I want to monopolize this wooden sword. That's all."

Yue pushed open the door and smiled that bright smile one last time at his brother.

The red lips parted lightly.

"It's enough for me to have a brother."