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Jiang Shangshu backed away quickly, Lin Xiu pulled the hand on his neck with one hand, and wrapped the other hand around the back.

At this moment, someone came from outside the door and reported: "There is something wrong with the owner of the villa! Those people from Zhengdao are calling!"

This really made things worse, Lin Xiu almost vomited blood.Heartbroken, he forced out the last bit of strength, that palm really used all his strength to die with Jiang Shangshu.

Feng Nuo's eyes were sharp, and he had already prepared for it, so he cut it off with a palm.

Jiang Shangshu knew that the internal strength of the two of them would be different after all, so he didn't care to hang Lin Xiu, so he let go of Feng Nuo's back and sent out a wave of internal strength.

Together, the two of them naturally suppressed the lonely Lin Xiu.

His heart was shattered by a palm, he put his hand on his chest, gasped twice, and died.

Jiang Shangshu looked at his palm: "...I didn't kill it alone this time."

Although Feng Nuo had his internal strength to help him, he was injured a little bit.In front of Jiang Shangshu, he pretended to be seriously injured even if his skin was slightly broken, and this time it was more serious than a broken skin, so he immediately collapsed on the ground and looked up at Jiang Shangshu.

At this time, after listening to the other party's words, he didn't react for a while: "Didn't you kill my father?"

Jiang Shangshu said "ah", he never expected that he would slip up at such a time, he casually dealt with the guards outside, secretly thinking that he must not confess, so he shut his mouth tightly and refused to speak.

Feng Nuo didn't bother anymore: "...Forget it, anyway, it's not much different between talking and not talking."

Seeing that he seemed to be seriously injured, Jiang Shangshu wanted to hug him, but Feng Nuo said, "I want you to carry it."

It's really ugly to hug, he thought, carrying the other person on his back in a good manner.

Feng Nuo lay on his back, resting his chin on his shoulder, and said, "Can you walk slower?"

"Why?" Jiang Shangshu asked.The sects outside are slaughtering demons, it's not good for them to be passive and sabotage.

Feng Nuo knew this too, but he wrapped his arms around the opponent's neck, and the slight warmth on the back of the tree on the river was so real that he wanted to cry.

"I'm afraid I won't have the chance to be so close to you in the future." He said.

Jiang Shangshu's expression was blank for a moment in a place he couldn't see, and his peach blossom eyes were slightly sad: "What nonsense, time is still long."

Feng Nuo said: "What's the use of time, you won't be with me."

As he was talking, he suddenly had an idea. This idea has been around for a long time, and he would think of it from time to time, but it never made him want to realize it for a moment.

Jiang Shangshu's vitals were within his reach, and he didn't set up defenses against him. As long as he wanted to, he could take the opponent's life.

But he intends to give the opponent another chance.

"I'm just asking you one more time...will you come with me?"

Jiang Shangshu heard him speak with a nasal voice, as if about to cry, said: "You are in Taiyuanzong, and I am also, how can you say we are not together?"

This answer was not what Feng Nuo wanted to hear, but it was indeed what the other party thought.

He should be sad, but he didn't feel so sad, and thought to himself: It's no wonder I am.

He quietly gathered his internal strength in his hands, and he was about to make a move.

Jiang Shangshu didn't notice the hand was already on the opponent's chest.

...But in the end I couldn't do it.

It was only then that Feng Nuo realized that he had never been as cruel as he thought. If he was ruthless, he couldn't compare to the person below him.

Still unwilling, he asked, "Jiang Shangshu! Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you!"

Jiang Shangshu was a little surprised: "...I always know if there is any murderous intent."

Feng Nuo became weaker and weaker.

No matter how slow you walk, there is always a head, and the sound of swords and soldiers can be heard faintly.

Feng Nuo hugged him and did not let go, greedy for the last bit of tenderness, and suddenly found Jiang Shangshu stopped in his tracks.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Shangshu's voice was a little confused: "I've thought about it carefully... it seems...it's okay to be with you."

He said: "I reminded me just now. If you go crazy one day, it will be a disaster for the world if you let it out. Why don't I sacrifice myself to save others and accept you."

He laughed again as he spoke: "This time it's all my credit...no one can take it away."

But after waiting for a long time, Feng Nuo's voice was not heard.

Jiang Shangshu showed a little timidity that could not be detected: "Am I...too late?"

After listening carefully, he found that Feng Nuo was weeping softly on his back, and a large part of his back was wet with tears.

It took a long time to slow down, and Feng Nuo choked out a sentence: "...almost."

"Eh?" Jiang Shangshu was a little surprised at what he meant, and said again, "...Why are you crying? When I think about going back and explaining to my brother, I don't want to leave at all...I should be crying..."

Feng Nuo hugged him tighter, and said, "...it's okay, I'll go and talk to Master."

【end】

The death of Ye Gongzi【1】

1,

Mr. Ye is Mr. Ye, there is no other name.

When he was born, a Taoist priest came to the door and told him that the child's fate was strange.

The Ye family is a wealthy local family, and the two elders are also shrewd and sophisticated, but they can't stand the Taoist spirit, and they look unusual.

The Taoist didn't refuse either, the way he said it was simple, as long as he didn't name the child, he couldn't find the name in the book of life and death in the Palace of the King of Hades, and stood up after that, everything would be fine.

This method is indeed simple. Unexpectedly, the two elders of the Ye family both passed away soon, and Mr. Ye alone supported the family business.

Apart from his parents, Mr. Ye has no other relatives or friends in his family. Fortunately, he was intelligent since he was a child. After he got the inheritance, although wealth is rare, being a rich man is enough.

He is smart, but he pays more attention to notes and anecdotes, and does not stick to classics and history. Since he became a scholar in the [-]th year, he has not paid attention to his official career. It has been like this for several years.

At that time, the prefect's mansion in the city suddenly encountered strange events, which made it hard to rest day and night, and was deeply disturbed by it for more than ten months.I also invited all eminent monks and old ways to do it, but I couldn't understand it.

Father Ye and the prefect are old friends, even though they are not around, the friendship still exists.That day Mr. Ye came to the prefect's mansion as a guest, it was already dark, and the prefect was worried, but after a while, he saw figures of people outside the house, erratic and not human-like.Hearing the screams again made people feel timid.

The prefect suffered a lot from it, and his face was like gold paper, and the two sides fought.

Mr. Ye turned a blind eye to the strange situation, and asked with a smile, "Does your lord know who is outside?"

The prefect was so miserable that he didn't answer.

Mr. Ye shook his head and laughed, and pushed the door out, ignoring the obstruction of his servants, walking steadily.The black wind howled through the hall and knocked down the hanging scrolls in the hall, but he stood facing the wind, his wide sleeves fluttering, his expression unchanged, and he was extremely chic and suave.

"I'm standing right here, what can I do?" After finishing speaking, he strode out.

For some unknown reason, the wind stopped in an instant, and the strange sound disappeared, and the calm was extremely peaceful.

Ye Gongzi was relieved and returned with a big laugh.

The prefect asked: "Where did my nephew get this strange art? It's so powerful."

Ye Gongzi laughed: "I'm just a scholar, how can I get strange magic? Those black winds and evil spirits, I only think of them as a breeze, so why should I be afraid of them?"

The eunuch secretly scolded Mr. Ye for being a fool, but he had no choice but to praise him for his courage.

It's strange to say that since then, there have been no more monsters in the prefect's mansion, and nothing has happened.

Mr. Ye has six skills, and he is by no means weak. He often hunts outside the city, and just met the prefect.

The prefect's young girl was twenty-eight years old, and she followed in a sedan chair. When she heard Mr. Ye's voice, she couldn't help but lifted the curtain of the sedan chair to peek, and saw that he was very elegant.

The two families were family friends, and the prefect wanted to fulfill his wish, and because there was no one in the Ye family, he asked Young Master Ye, "What do you think of my daughter?"

Mr. Ye said: "The appearance is not very beautiful."

The prefect hated him for being frivolous, and never mentioned marriage again.

Ye Gongzi knew the reason and didn't care.

Reading under the lamp all night, the moon is bright and the wind is clear, it is a good time.

Suddenly hearing a knock on the door, he thought it was a servant at home, so he went straight to open the door.

Unexpectedly, it was an old fox with mottled fur, with its hind legs upright, its two paws in a bow, and it could speak human words.

The old fox said that his surname was Hu Mingdan, and he heard that Mr. Ye was very handsome, so he came here to have a look.

Mr. Ye was not afraid, and heard what he said was amusing, so he led him in and cooked tea to entertain guests.

The old fox sat upright, with a fixed fox face, Mr. Ye asked him some strange things about monsters, and answered them one by one, just like an old friend.

At dawn, the old fox had the intention of going.

Mr. Ye bent down and took the old fox's claws to say goodbye to him.

At night, Mr. Ye suddenly saw a clump of green bamboo by the window. The stems were clear, like green emeralds, and the leaves were shiny and shiny.

He lightly tapped on the stem, and said: "I admire Mr. Gao Hua, can I see you?"

The green bamboo shook its leaves, and turned into a man in a green shirt, with a high forehead and clear eyebrows, and a personable demeanor.

The two chatted for a few words, Mr. Ye didn't have enough rest this day, and he was not in good spirits. When Mr. Zhu saw this, he returned to his original form, but the fragrance of bamboo was far away.

Mr. Ye is a free and easy person, although he knows that the old fox and Mr. Zhu are demons but not human, but he only treats them as ordinary friends.

One day when he was sorting out the books before the case, he suddenly saw white plum blossoms in them, but there were no plum blossoms in the mansion, so he couldn't help feeling a little strange.

When I opened the window, I found that the original green bamboo had disappeared, and it had turned into a plum tree with ancient and vigorous branches. The flowers and colors were like new snow, very moving.

Mr. Ye leaned over and hooked a white plum, closed his eyes and sniffed lightly, and couldn't help but praise: "Jade bones and ice soul, clear posture and condensed essence."

As soon as the words fell, the white plum in the palm of her hand turned into a piece of warm jade.He was startled, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a slender and fair hand.

The owner of the hand, with wide sleeves and deep skirts, and an elongated crown, took Master Ye's hand behind him, came through the wall, and asked with a smile, "Young master only likes Mr. Zhu, don't you like me?"

He asked in his mouth, but leaned close to Ye Gongzi's neck, closed his eyes and sniffed lightly, just like Ye Gongzi sniffed the plum fragrance before.

There was only a thin layer of clothes between the two of them, and the fragrance of plum blossoms was lingering. Mr. Ye put his hand on each other's waist, and said: "Mei Yun... I am very happy with it."

2,

These days, all scholars are somewhat romantic, and Mr. Ye is also unavoidable.It's just that the other person is flirtatious, but these words are purely because the other person is indeed very charming.

What's more, Mei Yun doesn't have the soft and charming posture that the ghosts are accustomed to in the novels of ghosts and monsters.