My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

In Youhui's dungeon, Jun An was holding the door open, his head wishing to touch his bald skin, and he tried his best to look left and right.

The empty place is stained with the darkness that no one comes, like squatting in the mouth of a giant beast. If you keep your mouth shut, you cannot judge the future waiting.

"anyone there?"

This is the No. 16 time he talked to himself and spoke to the air today.Yesterday he was still excited about going home to visit his relatives, but when he arrived at the door, he was detained by two unknown people, and together with Nan Xiaohui, he was "escorted" straight to the Youhui Pagoda where sinners were held in Chaoqiu.

From entering to closing the door, it was done in one go, and he didn't even have time to ask.

What happened?Can't you let yourself see your father and brothers and sisters?

Junan knew that he was doing futile work. He barged the door and shouted at Chun because he was bored. Although he had Nan Xiaohui as his companion, the two of them chatted and chewed on a topic of "what happened". It was chewed into white rice in an hour, and it was tasteless.

The discussion was unclear, and a bunch of wild assumptions were made.

The result is bullshit.

Jun An leaned against the iron door and window, why not sit down and talk to Nan Xiaohui.

He found a comfortable position next to Xiaohui who was sitting quietly, and looked at him silently. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but suddenly, he looked at Nan Xiaohui's soft jawline, and an inappropriate thought came to his mind: Xiaohui Be gentle.

Jun'an must declare in advance that he is not a pervert, he is just so bored that he explodes, and his focus suddenly went astray.

Thinking of it this way, Jun An felt more at ease, and continued to speculate on Nan Xiaohui's character.

Ever since getting along with Nan Yu, Nan Xiaohui has always had a not-too-talkative, ink-filled reading face. Although he is a smiling person in the three questions here, he still feels like a A little cold.He knows a thing or two about everything, but he is not interested in everything. There is nothing in the world that can arouse the rivers and seas and anger in his heart. He is like a god who comes and goes between mountains and rivers. The scenery of the world is gone, but the passion of the wind and the waves three feet high has long since disappeared.

He can see through cause and effect, so he never gets entangled in obsession.

Jun An recalled that Xue Huan brought Nan Xiao back to the room for three questions. At that time, he heard that his master had just died and was in mourning time. He still didn’t dare to talk to this expressionless kid. When he said his name, he turned back and smiled like a standard flower.

That's right, no one stipulates that a person with a cold nature has a dead face. Coolness does not mean indifference. Smile when you should laugh, and get away in time when you should withdraw.

This scorching gaze has burned himself for a long time, Nan Xiaohui finally couldn't hold it back, he looked back at Junan with some doubts, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

If it weren't for this sound, Jun An would not have known that he was staring at others openly like a pervert.

"Well, uh, it's boring, let's chat."

Nan Xiaohui: "What do you want to talk about, who locked you here?"

Jun An waved his hand and said: "Let's talk about you, I feel that we have been together for a long time, and I haven't heard much from you about you."

Nan Xiaohui's calm and natural meditation suddenly shattered the barrier, and a little hot wind came in from outside, whistling against his ears.

Fortunately, his concentration was relatively strong, and this little wind only made his eyelashes itch, but did not cause any big waves.

"Me? What can I do?" It seems that the past has been going on for a long time. Standing in front of the mirror-like dreamland unexpectedly, suffering from the chill, Nan Xiaohui was stunned and a little dull. After a while, the appearance of home appeared in his mind with difficulty. .

That's not The Wizard of Pear Wind.

Nan Xiaohui didn't grow up there at first.

It was an elegant and beautiful residence, next to a lake, and the end of the lake was connected to the sea.

The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is charming and tender, and Xiaozhuang Bieyuan is also quite misty and graceful.

Nan Xiaohui's home is not too big, with a few square houses and two or three mahogany water pavilions, which are favored by the four seasons and have a special taste.

Nan Xiaohui is the home of Qinshu, a refined generation, with a restrained and quiet style, but with a good understanding of the world. The whole family finds time for an outing, walking on the road everywhere makes people look back, and their words are full of admiration.

In this world, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are the weakest, unlike swords and swords, they can't provoke any enemies.Nan Xiaohui's family is elegant and open-mouthed, and they will not do things that come out of their mouths. However, there is nothing you can't do in this world, only what you can't think of.

Nan Xiaohui never imagined that on such a day, his family would be murdered or wiped out.

"I was about ten years old at the time. On a night with a very full moon, I remember it very clearly. It was very noisy outside. The room was suddenly knocked open. My mother's personal maid rushed to the window and hugged me with a pale face. Get up, and tell me tremblingly, run away, don’t ask anything.” Nan Xiaohui narrated flatly: “I feel like I’m about to forget. Walking through the corridors, I heard the increasingly clear sound of swords colliding, as well as the... frightening smell of blood in the air."

Maybe at that time, Nan Xiaohui didn't have a long-term concept, but he already knew what life and death are in an instant.

Death is happening.

The smell of blood is the foreshadowing.

For the first time in a scholarly family, he didn't provoke Feng Li, but in the end he was approached by Feng Li and died by the knife.

The memory of being ten years old is too painful. For so many years, Nan Xiaohui has almost forgotten it intermittently. He doesn't remember every detail at that time. He only knows that his mother, who was injured on the face and body, took him to hide in a water tank. Later, tell him not to come out.

He hid for a long time, the fighting was fierce outside, and gradually he couldn't hear the sound, cursing and beating covered the sky, completely subverting the night.

Nan Xiaohui followed his heart, stretched out his head and took a look outside, there were dead bodies everywhere on the stone steps, and the smell of blood reached its peak at this time.He lowered his eyes dumbly, and saw the beautiful night stars reflected in the water tank in front of him.

The stars are like the sea, as usual.

He retracted his body, and the child's shoulders trembled violently.

"Back then I had no family, and I don't remember much about what happened before I was ten years old."

Jun An was choked up by what he said. He originally planned to say something happy to ease the atmosphere of the lonely cell. If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have asked such a question.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I wanted to..." Jun An apologized with an embarrassed smile.

Nan Xiaohui smiled slightly at him, shook his head and said: "It's okay, I don't remember much about the past, and then I met the master, the master who raised me all the time, he passed by my house and saw The only 'living thing' in a pile of corpses, picked me up."

He was conveying a message to Junan that he was actually lucky, he survived and grew up safely.

No matter when and where, not everyone has such good luck. Nan Xiaohui is blessed by the heavens, so he cherishes it very much.

Jun An sighed: "It's so kind, Xiao Hui, your master is so kind."

"Yes, but..." Nan Xiao stopped.

Jun An sensed that something was wrong, and secretly wanted to slap himself even more. Nan Xiaohui's master died, and he really couldn't open or lift any pot.

His tone changed bluntly, but he managed to cover up his embarrassment with a smile.

"Anyway, from now on, we will be together, just ask three times here, and my family Chaoqiu, we are masters and apprentices, brothers and sisters will never be separated."

Nan Xiaohui: "Of course."

The conversation ended strangely, Jun An immediately changed from sitting to standing, and walked towards the prison door again, lest he calm down and say something "embarrassing".

At this moment, the outside door was opened, and Jun An immediately locked the cell door, waiting for someone to approach.

The person who came was Li Shangnian's close disciple Ah Hai, he closed the door casually, approached, and was robbed by Junan.

"Hi friend, are you here to let me out?"

Jun An didn't have anything else to ask, but first of all, he wanted to go out.

Ah Hai nodded and said, "I'm here to take you out."

Confirming that he could go out, Jun An put his heart back into his chest, and the joy began to stimulate him, so his thoughts were also expanded, and all the doubts stored in his heart jumped out at this moment.

"Dare to ask your honor and name, which sect and sect do you belong to?"

Ah Hai didn't answer him, and just opened the lock on his own.

Junan continued to ask: "Can I ask another question? This is Chaoqiu, what happened? Why did I get arrested here before I even sat on a bench when I went back to my house? Where are my father, my sister, my elder brother and younger brother?"

He is like a person who has been banned for a long time, and he finally lifted the ban, of course he can speak happily all at once.

Nan Xiaohui behind him also got up and walked a few steps forward without saying a word.

Ah Hai fixed the lock, and was finally willing to answer his question quietly.

"I'm here to take you to see your parents, come out quickly, and remove all the knives and swords from your body."

When he heard that he could see his father, Jun An was naturally overjoyed, he jumped to ignore the abnormalities in A Hai's words, and said happily: "It's good to see my father, but I only have my father, and my mother is gone. , and my brothers and sisters, can you see them?"

Ah Hai pulled him out, put his hand in front of Nan Xiaohui, and said, "You can't come out yet, go back." Then he closed the door and locked it again without hesitation.

Jun An was puzzled: "Why, he is my friend."

Ah Hai is only responsible for bringing him out, and the others are not within the scope of the mission, so naturally they don't need to worry about it.

He is as cold as the cold moon in the sky, and when he shuts up, he doesn't speak no matter how much he asks.

When the two left the Tower of Youhui, Jun An asked him a few words from time to time, but he didn't reply, as if walking beside him was a mute who couldn't speak.

Either he was dumb, or he was blind, there was no other possibility.

After detours and detours to a forging villa, Jun An asked again: "Didn't you tell me to bring me to see my father, why are you here?"

Ah Hai finally opened his mouth: "Your father is inside, but according to the rules, things like the sword on your body must be handed over."

It's good not to mention this, but when Junan mentioned it, he suddenly remembered that it was unreliable.

"Why do you have to hand in the sword? This is Chaoqiu. I used to run around the village with a sword."

"I'm sorry." Ah Hai said blankly, "This is the meaning of the elder. If you want to see your father, you must abide by the rules."

Jun An was in a mess, wondering: "Elder Master? What Elder Master? Who made the rules!"

Ah Hai repeated: "The Elder established the rules, the Elder is the rules."