Pick up a deity to cultivate a subject

Things are different dreams, in the end, he can only watch with cold eyes, one body and two souls disappear one after the other, it is a fixed number and even a destiny, Hua Shiqi fumbled out of bed, there was a weak wind blowing in, mixed with a trace of coolness , is it snowing outside?

"Burning bones, long time no see, are you okay?"

There was a warm, stringed zither sound, just like an old friend visiting. The wind and snow hit her face, her cheeks were sore, and she regained consciousness. Hua Shiqi was already kneeling on the ground, and raised her hand to touch the corners of her eyes. It was a little hot and her fingertips were sticky.

"Emperor Mo, you know you can't save him!"

Sighing and submerged in the wind and snow, Hua Shiqi stood up by the side of the bed with his back straight. He once rejected himself with this posture, and now he faced himself with the same posture, and sat back on the bed again. Arriving at the aroma of the wine, I groped for a jar and handed it to my lips. The spicy taste turned into bitter.

Since it is your wish, so what if you have another dream, I just hope to see you again in the dream, to know that you are all well, and to be relieved.

A stone table, a pot of tea, the four of them were relatively speechless. The moment they saw Xue Huai, Hua Zanggu first laughed, then vomited blood and coughed, and his body trembled uncontrollably. It was so funny, Xue Huai Actually sat on the position of Patriarch, Hua Zonggu still remembers Xue Huai once boasted that he would rather be a Xiaoyaoxian than sit on the Patriarch, it really is not what it used to be.

"Wen Yuan, how are you?" Gu Qian, who was in a hurry to embrace the flower funeral bone into his arms, did not see Han Ling and Xue Huai's staring eyes like knives. The jade pendant was handed to Gu Qian.

"Take him to the hot spring first. I have something to discuss with Mr. Han today. I'll visit him when I have time."

"You take this bottle of medicine, it can relieve his pain." Han Ling took out the porcelain bottle from his sleeve and put it on the stone table unwillingly. Leaving, leaving only a lingering sentence.

"I will come to thank you another day!"

These words are solemn, Gu Qian has always had a clear distinction between love and hate, the sudden unfamiliarity made Xue Huai frown, Han Ling was thoughtful, from his angle he could see the flowers buried in Gu Qian's ears, such intimacy made him He felt strange.

"When did you get so close to the Gu family? Could it be that you are plotting some shady trick?" Han Ling turned on Xue Huai and turned on the poisonous tongue mode. He vaguely had a bold guess. Perhaps the destruction of the Gu family was not as simple as the rumors. That strange young man may be Gu Wenyuan's remnant consciousness. He must have met Xue Huai before he was alive, or his death has some inseparable relationship with Xue Huai, so after seeing Xue Huai, he tried his best to regain his body sovereignty.

"Cichen, you and I are good friends, why are you so sarcastic? I didn't take good care of the seventeenth matter, and the man has passed away. You are sure to make an enemy of me and my Beiyang for a dead flower burial bone! What?" Xue Huai hid a knife in his smile, and there was something in his words, the trace of guilt in his heart had long since disappeared, the Beiyang Xue family could not be destroyed in his hands, for this, he could even give up flowers and bones, what else would he care about?

"You, you don't deserve to be called him!" Qingfeng broke Xue Huai's hair on the sideburns, and drew light marks on his neck. Han Ling scolded coldly, and the wind and snow seemed to gather in his eyes, which was the deep-rooted hatred meaning.

"I'm not worthy? Are you worthy?" Xue Huai picked up the jug and sniffed it. It was Hua Zanggu's favorite wine. He drank it all in one gulp before opening his mouth slowly. Put the knife into Han Ling's heart.

What Xue Huai said is correct, the person who is least qualified to call that name is actually him.

"I just want to ask you, is his death related to you?" There was a hidden spark in Han Ling's eyes, which was the fire of hope, and Xue Huai's words were enough to start a prairie fire.

"It's irrelevant!" Xue Huai got up after saying that, and didn't pay attention to Han Ling's sword. He didn't lie. Hua Zanggu's death had nothing to do with him.

In Yayuan, Hua Zungu was drowsy in the hot spring, Gu Qian stood by, looking hesitant to speak, looking at Hua Zungu's appearance, he couldn't remember what happened just now.

The words whispered by the flower bone in his ear were like thunder, and the trembling flower bone in his arms whispered in his ear: "Don't trust the surname Xue..."

Gu Qian had investigated the matter of the flower burial bones appearing in the mass grave, but he had no clue. Someone deliberately erased the traces, and the seeds of doubt took root in his heart. He began to suspect that the extermination of the Gu family might be an accident.

"Wen Yuan, when did you recognize Xue Huai? Why are you so afraid of him? He was shaking in my arms just now, but it scared me." Gu Qian took off his coat and went to the pool to splash the water, combing with his fingers The hair was covered with flowers and bones, but many broken hairs were found scattered in it. These are the traces left before the mass grave, and the fight at that time must have been dangerous.

"Wen Lan, would you believe me if I said that I saw him when I died?" Hua Zang Gu spoke out wearily, rubbing the center of his brows and covering his eyes with his hands, his soul was almost shattered by the seizure just now. Leaving this body, I didn't expect that Gu Wenyuan's death was related to Xue Jiuyin. Gu Qian's attitude towards Xue Jiuyin is obviously different from others. Even if he tells what he really wants, he may not believe it. Why don't he leave a clue for him to investigate? , what has been done will always leave traces.

"Wen Yuan!" Gu Qian hugged Hua Binggu from behind, and buried his head in his neck, "I will become stronger, and I will protect you and not let anyone hurt you, so don't scare me anymore, okay Is it?" Gu Qian will never forget the fear he felt at the moment when he saw Gu Wenyuan's body at the mass grave, he almost didn't dare to let Gu Yuan see it, if it wasn't for the later resurrection, Gu Qian might not be alive now.

"Seventeen is not afraid, wait for me to go out and see who else dares to bully you!"

"I'm dead, why haven't you come..."

Hua Zanggu murmured in a trance. Someone said the same thing in his memory. At that time, he was still the Seventeenth Young Master of the Hua family, and Hua Feiqing said the same thing to him before entering the Forbidden Sea.

Although what he was waiting for was the news that the Hua family had disappeared, but he still remembered that sentence, and he was still waiting for someone to rescue him until his death.

"No, never again!" Gu Qian shook his head vigorously while hugging the dazed flower burial bone. He had already noticed something was wrong, but he never dared to pierce the window paper.

Even if he was deceiving himself, he couldn't bear the blow of losing this person again.

Gu Li, whose name is Wenyuan, is Gu Qian's younger brother, and an existence that Gu Wenlan spares no effort to protect. It doesn't matter if the Gu family is gone, as long as Wenyuan is here, he can move forward without fear.

The two people who were immersed in the heat of the hot spring did not see the person standing in the mist on the opposite side. His white clothes were like snow, and a little cinnabar between his eyebrows was bright red like blood.

"..." Sorry, I'm late.

Before she had time to say it, she repeated it countless times in her heart. Hua Feiqing closed her eyes and recalled the cold corpse in Jiuyou Pavilion that day, the immature blood-stained cheeks, and his family's little Shiqi lying there motionless. His blood was coagulated.

"Who!" Gu Qian suddenly raised his head and looked towards the opposite side of the hot spring, only to see a print on the corner of his clothes, and Hua Zonggu curled up his fingers, it was he who came.

Hua Feiqing, he would not mistake the flower seal of Jiuyou Pavilion. Hua Zanggu guessed that he would meet someone from the Hua family this time, but he never thought that it was Hua Feiqing who came in person.

"Maybe he got lost." Hua Zanggu stood up from the hot spring, the bruises on his naked skin were particularly glaring, Gu Qian put on clothes for him.

"I'll take you back to your room to rest. The banquet is scheduled for three days later, so you can have a good rest."

"I want to drink soup, very sweet and very sweet."

"it is good."

Hua Zonggu was lying on the bed watching Gu Qian's leaving back. He didn't know how long the warmth at this moment could last. In his heart, he didn't want to be a substitute for others, but at the same time, Gu Qian's sincerity made him unable to be cruel.

To live again, this is the so-called price!