Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

Ever since Yan Shijun came back from the dungeon, Shang Wen personally delivered Shen Chichuan's daily meals.Shen Chichuan would receive a small bottle of medicine every day, as well as a note written by Yan Shijun himself.The above will either write long and rambling essays, or just write a few journal entries, or even write a particularly arrogant sentence "I don't have anything to write today, so I won't write it" and the like.

But at the end of every note, there are three eternal words:

I love you.

Every day, it seems that if I don't say these words now, I will never have a chance to say them, it is extremely urgent.

Anyway, no matter what, this bottle of medicine bottle and note will not be broken every day.Shen Chichuan knew that this was a hope Yan Shijun gave him, so that he could persevere and see him again soon.So much so that Shen Chichuan either meditates for luck every day, or looks forward to the note, and then holds the note to have fun for a long time, and then gathers up enough energy to continue meditating for luck. ,

Every day that passes, every time he sees the note, the longing in Shen Chichuan's heart grows deeper, like a withered vine growing in his heart, nourished by the words on the note and the face of Yan Shijun in his memory, slowly Slowly clinging to the heart all the way up, and finally trapped in it, it is difficult to get out.

At this time, Yan Shijun was sitting in front of the window, looking out of the window blankly.The sun is bright but not warm, and it spreads softly on the bluestone slab. From time to time, a few butterflies that fly past have no time to stop, leaving only an afterimage on it.I don't know when, spring has quietly arrived, and a lot of flowers have already bloomed in the courtyard in front of the Palace of Never Night, and they are clustered together gorgeously.

Yan Shijun could see the gods. He didn't know when a light and shadow appeared beside him, and then gradually took shape.Yan Shiqing stood beside him, looked at his brother's paler face, couldn't help sniffling: "Brother."

Yan Shijun lowered his eyes, the incision on his hand no longer showed signs of healing at some point, but as the number of bloodlettings increased, the wound became bigger and bigger until the bone was visible.His body became weaker and weaker, his whole body seemed to be crushed by someone, especially at night, the bones all over his body seemed to be ruthlessly raped, and it was painful.Yan Shijun sighed softly, and silently calculated his time in his heart: 21 days, Yan Shijun's blood needs to supply him for 21 days, and when the blood inheritance is completed, Yan Shijun's life will be exhausted.

And now, it is No.16 days.

Yan Shijun glanced at the mirror unintentionally, and he saw himself in the mirror. His face was frighteningly pale, and even his lips lacked a trace of blood. It seems that the ground will fall down in the next second.

Yan Shiqing lowered his voice, suppressed the crying in his voice, and called out again: "Brother."

Only then did Yan Shijun raise his head slowly, even his five senses became much duller, and he only saw the appearance of the person beside him in a daze.He didn't respond, but asked himself, "Can you make up?"

Yan Shiqing was shocked, but still nodded.

I saw Yan Shijun pulling out a pile of women's makeup powder from the drawer: "I borrowed this from a young maid to seduce Shen Chichuan, and I kept forgetting to return it."

After all, he seemed to be tired for such a short sentence for a long time, he paused slightly, and took a long breath before he finished the following words: "Look at me, I'm like a zombie who's been dead for half a year. Cover up for me, I'm going to see someone."

Before Yan Shiqing could say a complete sentence, he was treated as a tool person. After a while, under the cover of makeup, Yan Shijun looked like a normal person.He took a deep breath in the room, straightened his back vigorously, and walked out the door.

When Li Muhe came out of the Palace of Never Nights, he saw a figure in the yard carefully pounding petals under the tree, then filtered the crushed petals out of the juice, poured it into a small emerald bottle, and the remaining petals were It was carefully wrapped in a small gauze and put into another package.

The man did it so carefully and methodically that he didn't even realize that someone was coming beside him.

In the past few days when Yan Shijun came here, he was either in a daze in the yard or in his room. This was the first time Li Muhe saw him go out and do something other than a daze, which can be called a "huge change".Unconsciously, he was overjoyed, lowered his breath, walked in and asked softly: "Ah Chen, what are you doing?"

Yan Shijun didn't raise his head, and said to himself, "Anshenxiang."

Li Muhe thought that Yan Shijun would ignore him, but unexpectedly got a reply, and he was ecstatic.He picked up the medicine bottle and sniffed it close to the tip of his nose. A faint cool smell came through the tip of his nose. The fragrance of grass and leaves was not strong, and it was mixed with some floral fragrance, with a full aftertaste.

"Ah Chen knows how to make fragrance?" Li Muhe complimented sincerely, "I didn't know that before."

Yan Shijun's voice was still cold, but he didn't ignore his praise, and said lightly: "Only this one smells. I prepared it for Shen Chichuan before, but he won't need it anymore."

The three words Shen Chichuan made Li Muhe frowned in displeasure, but he still suppressed the anger in his heart.

But Yan Shijun deliberately stepped on his thunder point: "Are you going to secretly kill Shen Chichuan?"

Li Muhe was startled, and concealed his embarrassment: "Ah Chen, what did you say?"

"Stop pretending, I know everything." Yan Shijun cleaned up the remaining petals in his hand, stood up, and met his eyes.

In fact, these were just what Yan Shijun said on purpose, just because he knew that according to Li Muhe's personality, there would be absolutely no room for a living Shen Chichuan.

Sure enough, Li Muhe met his extraordinarily serious eyes, and simply stopped pretending. He pointed his long finger at his side seemingly unintentionally. At this time, his words had changed, revealing a little bit of eerie Sensation: "Ah Chen, it's not easy for me to sit in this position, how could I tolerate his existence?"

Yan Shijun reprimanded: "You have abolished his martial arts, he is no longer a threat to you, do you insist on killing him?"

"Didn't he drive me to death back then?" Li Muhe asked back, "Back then he killed my father and drove me to a dead end!"

"Mu Cheng brutally murdered, everyone got to kill him, he deserved to die!" Yan Shijun's eyes were red, and he asked, "Do you really think that if Shen Chichuan insisted on killing you, you would escape so easily?"

Yan Shijun only blamed himself for thinking so late that Shen Chichuan was not a murderer in the eyes of the world. He just used a few adjectives in the author's pen to describe him like this, and he was labeled as a tyrannical person. In fact, Shen Chichuan In fact, Chuan did not kill any innocent people.