Leg pendant that regenerates scumbag

Light red candles and illuminate gauze curtains.Bridal chamber flowers and candles, no matter how calm a man is, at such a time, it is a little hard to hold on.Those who feared him in the past also became bold at this time, finally got a chance, and poured alcohol on him desperately.He was so drunk that he got rid of those people and was supported by the servant to go to the new house.

Pushing open the door, those festive reds came into his eyes. Beside the candles and on the bed, a newlywed bride in red was sitting there, as gorgeous as flowers waiting to be picked.He couldn't help laughing, walked in unsteadily, closed the door tightly, walked to the bride's side, and raised the bright red head cover...

"Alan..." He said half of what he said, but suddenly it stuck in his throat.

Under the light of the red candle, there was a heroic face under the head cover. His black hair was not coiled up, but a man's hairstyle.That face was very resembling, if he hadn't been dressed like this, maybe he wouldn't have recognized it for a while.

The bride sitting on the bed was not engaged to him, and the woman he wanted to marry was not even a woman.In his memory, he was a bold and shy young man, very straightforward in front of others, but when standing in front of him, the young man's face would always be flushed.What was it like at the beginning?I want to tease him, the boy who looks like a little white rabbit, I always find it very interesting to see his shy appearance.Later, the boy might have gotten used to it, and he was indifferent to his teasing, and he gradually lost interest.

At this time, the boy was sitting where his bride should have been.

How is he feeling at this moment?Not sad, but angry, because of the anger of being cheated.He put the hijab back on, didn't drink the wine, turned around and left directly full of anger.

The picture changed suddenly, and the face suddenly became bloody. The man stabbed the dagger deeply into the face, and the flesh turned out, which looked particularly terrifying.That bloody face was facing him like that, and the smile in his eyes made him shiver all over.

Song Yan woke up suddenly, only to find that the clothes behind her were completely soaked.He took a quick breath twice, the expression on his face was a little dazed at first, and then turned cold again.He got out of bed with bare feet, took the sword off the wall, hugged it in his arms, and rubbed the scabbard subconsciously.The word 'Lan' engraved on the scabbard is somewhat blurred.

"A cold sword, full of vigor and stardom." That man is a swordsman in everyone's mouth. He is alone, with a sword, holding his sword to the end of the world. I don't know where the soul is.

When he got married, that person was the younger brother of the bride to him, which had no special meaning.It never occurred to him that he would fall in love with a man.Thinking about it later, he didn't actually love that woman that much, but he never failed to get what he wanted, so he searched for it for so long.Later, he suddenly developed a bad taste, seeing him concentrating on pretending to be a woman in the mansion, so he let him taste what it is like to be a woman.He originally thought that he was a theatergoer and the master of everything, but suddenly one day, he found that he had also become a person in the theater, his eyes were attracted by him, and his emotions were affected by him.When he woke up, it was too late.From being a leader to being an actor, even he was a little at a loss, and when he was at a loss, that person gave him a strong dose of medicine, and everything happened by surprise.

Song Yan, who always loves to watch theater, meets such an unreasonable actor, Song Yan can no longer remain indifferent.

He closed his eyes, and that person's face was deeply engraved in his mind, and a strong desire rose in his heart—missing him, wanting to hold him tightly in his arms, engraved into the bone marrow.

Song Yan hugged the sword in his arms, and his skin was cold against the sword. After a while, he suddenly stood up, turned around and walked out.

Song Yan felt that he couldn't wait any longer, he immediately went to Qixia Temple, and set fire to the nearest courtyard in the temple, the raging fire dyed the whole temple with a layer of horror.Song Yan squinted at the thick black smoke, his desire to save him was much stronger than Huan Lin's painful choice.

Since Song Yan surrounded the temple, the gate of Qixia Temple was tightly closed.Xie Zhan was dressed in a white shirt, like a person who had stepped into hell, but he was calm and calm.He glanced lightly at the burning yard not far away, the fire light shone on his face without any ripples.Soon, he came to the gate of the temple, as long as he stepped out of that gate, everything would be over.

However, just as he was about to take the last step, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed him.Xie Zhan turned around and fell into a pair of eager eyes.Huan Lin pulled him into his arms, and only said: "Follow me."

Huan Lin sneaked into Qixia Temple secretly.He had already made a choice, let go of the world, and gave the world to Song Yan, all he wanted was for Azhan to live.He came in a hurry, he was wearing armor, his hair was messy, and his body was covered with a layer of dust. No one could imagine that the person in front of him was the Ninety-Five Lord who was once on the throne.

Xie Zhan stood there motionless, and Huan Lin became even more anxious: "Come with me, Azhan, you have come back from the dead, and with Song Yan's madness, he will tear you open to find out the reason."

"If I leave, Song Yan will not let the people in this temple go." Xie Zhan said.

"The life of the whole world is not as important as your life." Huan Lin said.

"Shuofeng, Wuchen, Qingxin...and Wang..." He didn't know how to address Wang, "The life of one of them is much more important than mine, and you treat the common people as worthless, but you die for me." For those who have lived once, their lives are much heavier than mine."

Huan Lin was stuck there, and was speechless for a moment.In Azhan's heart, anyone's life is more important than him, but to him, Azhan's life is more important than his own.

Xie Zhan broke away from Huan Lin's hand, and looked at him calmly: "Huan Lin, let me do what I want this time."

Huan Lin's face turned gray instantly.

These words went straight to the bottom of his heart, making him chill to the bone.This is the heart disease that lies between them.In the previous life, Azhan had been doing things for him that he didn't want to do. Such a desolate Azhan was placed in the quagmire of the imperial court.He also wanted Azhan to do what he wanted to do, but what Azhan wanted to do was to sacrifice his life!

A frenzy flashed in Huan Lin's eyes, and he watched Azhan walking towards the gate helplessly.He couldn't let Azhan die... Huan Lin suddenly took two steps forward, and struck Xie Zhan's neck with a palm.Xie Zhan's walking steps finally stopped, and his body slowly fell down into Huan Lin's arms.Huan Lin looked at the person in his arms, took off the cloak, wrapped him around, and hugged him tightly.Huan Lin planted a kiss on his smooth forehead, looked at his handsome and quiet face, and said in a low voice: "Azhan, I'm sorry, I'm going to make things difficult for you again this time."

He would rather Azhan hate him and hate him than Azhan die.

Huan Lin carried Xie Zhan on his back, turned around and walked towards the back door.Huan Lin walked very fast, but many messy thoughts flashed through his head. Azhan was so light that he didn't feel anything on his back. He had to find a peaceful place to let Azhan rest well and return to his original state. .

Huan Lin quickly arrived at the back door, where someone had already met him.The backyard door was pushed open, Huan Lin was about to step out when he saw Song Yan standing outside.There was not much surprise on Huan Lin's face, he hugged Azhan from his back into his arms, and looked straight at Song Yan without sadness or joy in his eyes.

Song Yan looked at him, a little surprised at Huan Lin's calmness.In his view, Huan Lin is the prey, he is the hunter, and the prey does everything possible to give up the only bargaining chip, but still falls into the hunter's net.Shouldn't the prey be anxious and panicked at this time?

Huan Rin's composure made Song Yan a little uneasy, his gaze casually swept over Huan Rin's side, he brought his personal guards, although powerful, but not many of them, almost hard to fly.

"I've run out of patience." Song Yan said.

A smile appeared on Huan Lin's hostile face: "Me too." His eyes fell on Song Yan's hands, and his eyes became more meaningful, "I met a person in this temple. He chatted a few words, and I took Azhan away long ago."

Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about the deep meaning of Huan Rin's words.

The sound of a sword breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and the knife in Huan Lin's hand had already reached Song Yan's face, Song Yan quickly stepped back two steps, and subconsciously blocked it with the sword in his hand.The knife in Huan Lin's hand glowed coldly, it was too sharp, leaving a gap in the scabbard.The blade reflected Song Yansen's cold face, his face was filled with killing intent, and his eyes were cold.

The two sides quickly fought.Huan Lin had few people, and he had to protect the unconscious Azhan in his arms all the time, so he soon fell into a disadvantage.The damage to the scabbard made Song Yan furious, and he directly stabbed Huan Lin with the sword in his hand, which was soon stained with bright red blood.

There were more and more wounds on Huan Lin's body, and in the end, he had no ability to attack, so he could only hold Xie Zhan tightly in his arms, blocking all the bloody wind from the outside.

Xie Zhan slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Huan Lin's sullen face, his lips were tightly pursed, a strand of black hair fell on his forehead, and blood dripped on the ground along the hair...

The sound of swords colliding and piercing into flesh rang continuously in his ears. Xie Zhan realized the current situation, and his pupils shrank suddenly.He broke free, but Huan Lin hugged him tightly, and his struggle became extremely weak.

Xie Zhan's eyes widened suddenly, and he slashed straight at Huan Rin's back with a big knife, almost looking halfway over his shoulder.Looking at the bloody wound, Xie Zhan's face turned completely pale, his lips parted, but he couldn't make any sound.

The person who was once on the top of my heart is now so bloody in front of me, it is because of protecting me, even though Xie Zhan has a heart of stone, there is a dense pain in his heart at this moment.

Huan Lin's blood fell on his face, and Xie Zhan's tears fell like this.He exhausted almost all his strength, and finally pushed Huan Lin who was covered in bruises away. Just when he was about to meet the murderous machete, the expected pain did not come.

The machete flew out, and a person stood in front of him.The man was covered in sandalwood fragrance, holding a Buddhist bead in his hand, standing there upright, the winding scars on his face were so ferocious that those who attacked them forgot to move for a moment.