After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Jing Xiu's voice rang through his ears like a thunderbolt.

Several men in black followed quickly, but they did not stop the carriage from rushing towards the cliff—these people were not friendly, and even the hidden guards of the palace could deal with them silently. The assassination on the mountain road was clearly planned for a long time.

The cliff is close at hand, and in a short while, the carriage will drive on that narrow section of road, the center of gravity of the chaotic carriage must be unstable, even if the horse does not rush down the cliff, the carriage will overturn sooner or later.

Master Song was still grasping the pillar firmly with one hand to stabilize his body, thinking about countermeasures, looked down at the Song book, and said in a slow voice: "I'll take you out, you and Jing Xiu take a step first, and I will follow."

Before Song Shu could speak, he had brazenly kicked the crumbling wooden wall of the carriage which had already been riddled with arrows, and the sawdust splattered, and the carriage was instantly torn apart.

The two masked assassins in black standing on the roof of the carriage reacted in an instant, with a flash of cold light in their hands, they quickly stepped on the only pedal left in the carriage, using their strength to rush towards the two of them.

All the assassins around him rushed over.

Master Song gritted his teeth when he turned over and landed, and glanced at the road behind. As he wished, most of the assassins surrounded him. The pressure on Jingxiu's side suddenly eased, and seeing the broken carriage, he kicked it away An assassin who performed lightness kung fu and shouted from a distance: "Young master!!"

Master Song took advantage of the situation and turned Song Shu in his arms to the other side: "Take Second Young Master and go—"

Song Shu is not an ignorant person. If the master and servant were to deal with the enemy alone, it would not be a problem to retreat completely. The problem is that taking him with him, and protecting him while dealing with the assassin, must be distracting. There's no use in making a mess.

Thinking of this, he rolled on the spot, dodging an assassin's stab at him.

The target of the assassins seemed to be the same as in the previous life, it was not him, they came for Master Song, and killing him was just a matter of passing.So Song Shu escaped smoothly, Jing Xiu came to him in the blink of an eye, raised his arm and asked, "Second Young Master, go quickly."

Song Shu stood up with his strength and saw that he had knocked down an assassin's weapon with his backhand with a wooden sword. He turned his head and saw that he had already run tens of meters away, and he was considered out of danger. The cliff, and then the car turned on its back.

Master Song was on the narrow road between cliffs and cliffs.

He suddenly remembered what Master Song said: "I won't kill you."

Master Song's expression was a bit strange when he said this, his eyes were filled with a bit of sympathy and pity, but it was different, and it didn't make him feel disgusted or irritable-by the way, it was distressed.

If he was wronged in any way when he was a child, his elder brother would look at him in the same way.

He also remembered that Master Song pressed the missing snow on his neck, and did not send it forward, but his eyes were dark: "You don't believe me, how can I believe you?"

Song Shu talked about him left and right, but he actually answered this question in his heart: no.

I have trusted you twice.

The first time I died, and the second time you lied to me that you had the antidote, and then I passed out without warning.

What if the person who prescribes the drug is trying to harm me?

Even if you didn't mean to do it, you did act as an accomplice.

His trust has never been wasted, and he has never received an equivalent return.

However, he changed his mind and thought that when the first arrow shot over, Master Song protected himself in his arms, and then let him leave first after he came out, facing the evil assassin alone.

Song Shu stopped in his tracks after all.

The few assassins who were chasing after him were dealt with neatly by Jing Xiu. Just as he took him a few steps away, seeing that he was not moving again, he pulled the bamboo hat nervously and said, "Second Young Master, what's wrong?"

Song Shu stood up straight, and gently pushed away his supporting arm.

He was entangled with Master Song in the carriage just now, and rolled in the dust and mud all over the floor. He was a little embarrassed all over, his fair face was covered with dust, and his palms were rubbed red in several places. However, when he drew out the dagger, his face His expression remained calm.

He pushed Jingxiu and said, "Go and help him."

Jing Xiu was stunned: "Huh?"

Song Shu thought he didn't understand clearly, so he repeated it again, this time the words were more clear: "Go and help your son."

Jing Xiu said stubbornly: "Master, you can get out of trouble by yourself, you don't have to worry about the second son, son, let me take you first..."

Song Shu was unmoved: "Being able to get out of trouble doesn't mean that getting out of trouble is easy. What if he gets injured? What if there is an accident?"

Song Shu looked up at him, his tone still calm: "I repeat, go help him. I can leave by myself without causing trouble to you."

Jing Xiu saw a palpitating coercion in his eyes, he hesitated to speak for a while, seeing that the other side was indeed difficult, thought for two seconds, and finally decided to obey his orders, and hurried back.

He originally wanted to send Song Shu farther away, but Song Shu refused, time was running out, and there was no room for them to delay.

Song Shu watched him rush back, then turned his gaze back to the mountain road intersection in front of him, and said in his heart: I will trust you one last time.

Song Yuanqing, don't let me down again.

Song Master let Song Shu go first, it doesn't mean that he can really resist for a long time, the assassin is obviously coming prepared, the round of battles is too much for one person, and after a while he saw blood on his body, and he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure flying over from the corner of his eye , Immediately stunned: "Jing Xiu?"

Jing Xiu raised the wooden sword to block the knife, and insisted on wearing the bamboo hat on his head in the chaos, "Second Young Master asked me to help you, Young Master, we..."

"I don't need your help," Master Song interrupted him, and quickly said, "Go back and take him away!"

Jing Xiu: "..."

There is no end, which one should he help? !

Just as he was speaking, another man in black was shaken by Song Master's whip, and the bow and arrow in his hand flew out at the same time. Song Master turned his head to avoid the arrow, and the arrow hit the rock behind him with a "clang". He took advantage of the situation and swept around, but didn't see Song Shu from any corner.

He thought to himself that he should have found a place to hide, and Song Shu wasn't that stupid.

A strange uneasiness gradually rose in his heart.

Of course, it has to be said that with Jing Xiu's joining, he did feel a lot easier. From the constant dodging to the Jedi counterattack, it went very smoothly, and they would be able to retreat from here safe and sound in a short while.

However, the shadow in his heart is getting thicker and thicker.

On the other side, just after Song Shu passed the intersection, he suddenly saw another rocky path sandwiched between the cliffs in front of him. Feeling ominous for no reason, he subconsciously took two steps back, and suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind in his ears. The dagger in his hand stabbed back.

The sneak attacker avoided the dagger, failed in one blow and continued to attack quickly. Song Shu was forced by him to retreat to the cliff, thinking in his heart while retreating. A group of assassins is a gang.

But he didn't mean to kill Song Shu, he seemed to know that his martial arts were not good, he didn't even use a murder weapon, he just tried to control him with his bare hands...

Song Shu realized this, his pupils shrank slightly.

Not long after he practiced martial arts, he was really embarrassed, the dagger failed to hit the opponent repeatedly, and the stones on the road down the mountain were potholed, he hid and retreated all the way, the man wrestled with him for a long time, he seemed a little impatient, and his movements became faster and faster.

Blink to the edge of the cliff.

Song Shu had no way to retreat, and finally caught the flaw in the opponent's offensive for a moment, and slashed across with the knife, but the opponent did not panic, dodged behind him, grabbed his arm with one hand, and saw that the knife was about to be chopped off, but Song Shu A little pause.

With a calm expression, he lowered his head quickly, and the needle sheath on his left wrist was exposed. He was caught off guard and shot the opponent's knee. The assassin paused, and Song Shu took advantage of the gap to reach out and grab the man's arm instead. Then follow what Master Song taught me... what is this called?

... Over the shoulder fall?

The man couldn't react in time, he thought it was him deliberately showing his flaws to distract him, not wanting the praying mantis to catch the cicada, but the cicada was a oriole.Song Shu had been waiting for this blow for a long time——

The black-clothed assassin was about the same height as him, yet Song Shu threw a big man like him to the ground with his backhand, and stabbed him cleanly when he was about to stand up in pain. The hands also smoothly climbed onto Song Shu's neck.

With a flash of the knife, Song Shu looked down at the cut in the man's chest, and a thought flashed in his mind:

It's crooked.

This man still had enough energy left, he probably gave up the idea of ​​holding him hostage, and tightly wrapped his hands around his neck, trying to strangle him first.

Song Shu's eyes were dim. He fought with the assassin for only a moment, but he fought with all his strength. He was short of breath and tired. Being restrained by his neck like this, he hardly had the energy to fight back.

But he didn't care about the hands on his neck, and pulled out the dagger on the man's chest with the remaining strength, and then used his blurred vision to distinguish the position, and stabbed the second knife accurately in the direction of his heart.

Unfortunately, the knife didn't go deep, his whole body was weak from suffocation, and his strength was insufficient, but the assassin lost his strength because of this, and his wrist involuntarily loosened.

Song Shu pulled out the dagger in his hand again, and took a big breath of fresh air. However, the third knife was about to stab again, and the man suddenly grabbed his ankle and slammed it to the side——

There is a cliff over there!

Song Shu reacted quickly in surprise, the dagger changed direction, and the blade was stuck in the hard soil. He recovered from the shock of the dizzying change, and saw that half of his body was hanging outside, and the dagger was stuck on the ground beside the cliff , a few exposed rocks blocked the dagger, slowing down the speed of his descent.

Also just relief.

He faced such a professional assassin, the physical gap was too great, and it was not easy to stab him twice smoothly.

He couldn't find anything to support around him.

The assassin slumped on the ground for a moment, seeing that he hadn't been thrown off, turned over and sat up, met Shang Songshu's gaze, and took a deep breath.

It's really embarrassing to be forced into this situation by a person who has no foundation of internal strength.

This person crawled over without saying a word, was about to push his hand away, and let him fall off the cliff without stopping, but Master Song's other hand quickly grabbed his hand, with a calm face, and exhausted all his strength. With the remaining strength, he threw the person behind him——

Song Shu's ankle was heavy, and the rock was forcibly pried up. The dagger was off the fulcrum. He slid down a certain distance, and quickly grabbed a short but thick ivy on the edge of the cliff. Only then did the downward trend stop.

He was suspended in mid-air, looking down, layers of clouds covered the scenery below, and the assassin who was dragged down by him was not dead yet, and grabbed his ankle with his backhand, obviously determined to die , dragging him down with the last of his strength.

This ivy was very short, it grew out of the gap in the cliff, and it didn't allow him to climb up.

If this continues, sooner or later he will be dragged by this person and fall off the cliff together.

Song Shu was cruel, and suddenly let go of his left hand, and shot down all the remaining silver needles in the blink of an eye, and felt a light ankle in a muffled grunt——

He quickly reached out to grab the vine again, and looked down: a good hit.

The assassin was stabbed twice by him. It was at the end of the crossbow, but the silver needle drew a bloodstain on his neck, and the blood splashed out. He opened his eyes and let go stiffly. trace.

Song Shu's tiger's mouth was in pain from the ivy, and his face was pale.

He has no strength.

Is he going to die like this?

He thought to himself: It's not a loss if you exchange one for one, but it's a pity that he's just willing to trust Master Song once, and he's about to die.

...What happened to Master Song?

Suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind above the head.

A familiar voice sounded above him, interrupting his gradually divergent thoughts with unconcealable anxiety: "Little Book!"

Jing Xiu dealt with the assassin who was chasing after him all the way from behind, and suddenly saw Song Shu's body hanging on the edge of the cliff, and saw his young master rushing straight over, whipped out his whip and hung to Song Shu's side: "Come up!"

Song Shu was taken aback by his sudden appearance, and then said, "..."

Xuan Se's body is full of barbs, this is not something that can be grasped by an ordinary whip. Master Song also realized that he had done something stupid, so he immediately put away the whip and stretched out his hand: "I'll pull you, come up!"

Song Shu measured the distance between them, was silent for a moment, and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to go up."

Master Song saw that his expression was calm, but his heart was indescribably anxious. He felt that it was not Song Shu who was hanging on the cliff, but him.Hearing this, he said angrily: "If you don't come up, you won't come up? Do you want to die? I asked Jing Xiu to take you away, what do you want him to come back for?!"

Song Shu frowned, his tone became colder: "Yes, I just want to die."

The two looked at each other, Master Song realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, no matter what Song Shu said, he was afraid that he would not be able to handle it alone. If he hadn't had an ominous premonition, no one would have expected that someone would come to attack Song Shu.

However, we can't say much about the current situation. Master Song soon realized that this was not going to work. Jing Xiu was still far away. Although he tried his best not to attract the rest of the people here, there were still too many people.However, Song Shu lacked energy and was about to be unable to hold on. Someone had already noticed the situation here, and three or four of them were taking advantage of the chaos to come here.

Master Song was also physically and mentally exhausted. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to survive such a wheel battle, let alone rescue Song Shu. He was looking around and thinking about countermeasures when he suddenly remembered something.

He lowered his head and asked, "Song Shu, do you believe me?"

Song Shu raised his eyes to look at him, and took two seconds to say: "I have trusted you three times."

The assassin behind Master Song was getting closer to him. Song Shu couldn't see his danger, but Master Song noticed it, but he didn't look back. Hearing this, he smiled slightly: "Then do you dare to bet once?"

He looked down, looking down the cliff, the clouds covered the mountainside, making it appear bottomless, and looking directly into the abyss is always scary.

Song Shu lowered his head at the same time as him, and understood the meaning of Master Song's words in an instant. He was as surprised as if the clouds were opening to see the moon, but this emotion quickly disappeared from his eyes, and he calmed down: "Of course. .”

Master Song gave him a deep look and said, "Okay."

Song Shu thought he understood what he was thinking, he put Bu Xuexue back on his waist, just let go of his hand, and was thinking about what he meant by "good", when he saw him jump.

Master Song jumped directly from the edge of the cliff.

The assassin who was about to slash at him missed.

In the distance, Jingxiu's pupils shrank sharply: "Master!!!"

Master Song saw Song Shu's astonished eyes in the wind blowing all over him, adjusted his posture in the falling air, used his strength to dive down halfway up the mountain, and held Song Shu's hand.

In just a few seconds, his mind was full of thoughts. He thought of the cup of tea on the carriage that was drugged by someone, the inexplicable sight before he got on the horse, the identical fragrance, and Wu Min's saying that it was developed by himself. "Secret medicine", thinking of the horse that disappeared for no reason... Finally, I remembered a face.

If Song Shu didn't bring another bag of antidote when he came back, he had to sit in the carriage because the horse disappeared, and he would still know Chinese medicine, and these assassins would appear one after another. Book, Jing Xiu can't protect it by himself.

Why is it such a coincidence?

In the blink of an eye, a figure flashed in his mind.

This is just a momentary absence.

The cold wind was bitter, he grabbed Song Shu, pressed him into his arms, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid."

Song Shu wanted to say that he was not afraid, if he was afraid, he would not have let go of his hand at that time.

But he thought again, in the carriage earlier, Master Song also used this posture to protect him.

He wanted to ask Master Song why he was so persistent in saving him and why he jumped down after him.

This is the cliff.

A careless, will be smashed to pieces.

Why should he?It wasn't him who was hanging on the cliff and couldn't get up.

Thinking this way, Song Shu couldn't ask in the end.

He actually didn't lie to Master Song, he did ask Master Wu Min a few questions, and the first question was indeed: "Is he my brother?"

What Wu Min said was of course "no".

As Master Song said, this question was too tricky and the boundaries were blurred, so he asked a second question soon, "Is he Master Song?"

This time, Wu Min said, "Yes."

The third question: "Is he the same person as he was a month ago?"

Answer: "No."

Then he asked again, but got no answer.

Wu Min just laughed and said, "The heavenly secret must not be revealed."

He tried everything in the carriage, just to verify the authenticity of these three questions. He couldn't easily trust a person who drugged him as soon as he met, but in fact, his guess and merciless answer coincided.

Master Song was right, he really didn't dare to kill, because his heart softened.

If it's really brother...

If it is really brother.Song Shu recalled the scene when he jumped down, thinking:

Then I bet right.

As if he was really soothed by these two short words, his tense nerves slowly relaxed in Master Song's warm arms, and he smelled the mixed smell of acacia and blood on Master Song's clothes, but The belated exhaustion and tsunami drowned out the last sliver of clear thinking in his heart.

The consciousness that was already at the end of its strength quickly fell into chaos.In the bitter wind, he closed his eyes tiredly and peacefully.

When Jing Xiu saw Song Shu falling down, and saw Master Song jumping off the cliff, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart. He also felt that Master Song was not so stupid. There must be a reason for him to jump off the cliff, but he didn't leave a word for Jing Xiu.

The target of the assassination jumped off the cliff, and everyone surrounded Jing Xiu, trying to silence him, but it was rare for Jing Xiu to walk on the same line of thinking as Master Song—since the two of them were gone, there was no need for him to stay here. Think about it later.

He quickly got away, and wanted to rush back to the Song family's mansion outside the city, but when he walked halfway and turned back, he saw a group of assassins gathered around the edge of the cliff and looked at each other.

"People are dead?"

"I jumped off a cliff, maybe I died."

"Seeing that you can't fight, you will seek your own death?"

"No," one person said, "If I remember correctly, there should be a moat at the bottom of this mountain—you may die if you fall into the river."

"Master said that he must be killed. If you want to live, you want to see people, if you want to die, you want to see corpses... Hurry up, go down and look for him."

Jing Xiu raised his heart just as he let go, thinking that the Eldest Young Master was indeed prepared, and at the same time thought: If this group of people find the Eldest Young Master and Second Young Master before them, it will be a disaster.

He retreated quietly and left quickly without attracting anyone's attention.

Jing Xiu finally found Zhang Wu and the others who were waiting here at the closer East City Gate. He dragged his exhausted body to explain the ins and outs, ordered someone to send a message to Prince Jingkang in the city, and then dispatched the guards in the mansion Secretly detoured to the bottom of the mountain to find someone.

Zhang Wu waited for a long time, waiting for the bad news that his son fell off the cliff, and heard Jing Xiu say that there was a moat at the bottom of the mountain, but he was still confused.

Jing Xiu said: "You don't have to worry, my young master is here and will take good care of the second young master."

Behind them there was a carriage carrying things. In order to prevent the news from leaking out, he only told Zhang Wu, and the guards looking for someone had already set off. Zhang Wu knew no martial arts. He was sitting by the carriage at the moment, with a worried look on his face: " You don't understand, you should be worried only if you have your young master around."

Jing Xiu: "? Why?"

Zhang Wu stared at him, his eyes hated iron and steel: "Lonely man and widowed man, falling down the cliff together, the development of this kind of dramatic words in the book, according to the eldest son's thoughts on my son-why do you think I am worried?" ?!"

Jing Xiu: "..." What you said seems to make sense.

Then he also started to worry about the second son.

The cliff is hundreds of feet down, and the river is rushing.

Master Song really planned to jump down directly, after all, if you fall into the river, you can't die, not to mention he has martial arts and can protect Song Shu.

It's just that he doesn't know the exact location of the moat, and he just looked at the map of the city when Song Shuhua painted it before, so he can remember that there is a moat around the mountain.

He measured the position in the air, and he had to use his strength several times to find the river. If someone else fell straight down, he would definitely fall on the bank and be smashed into a puddle of mud.

However, he didn't realize until he fell into the river that he had made a mistake.

The current is too fast.

If he hadn't been holding Song Shu all the time, the two of them would have been washed away by the current.

Song Shu knew how to swim in the first place, otherwise he would not have prepared to jump off alone, but a martial arts practitioner can hold his breath and concentrate, Master Song can endure half an hour in the water.

But Master Song just noticed that Song Shu had passed out.

How much confidence does he have in himself to let his guard down like this and put his life in his own hands?

Master Song frowned.

Song Shu fell into the water and was almost washed away from his arms. Master Song quickly grabbed his wrist again, but saw that his eyes were closed, his hair was full of black hair floating in the water, and his whole body was like a tortoise with a broken thread. It kept sinking like a kite, because the water flow was so fast that the speed of sinking was also very fast.

His pale face was hazy in the water, and his exquisite facial features were extraordinarily unreal like a paper-cut person. For a moment, Master Song thought he was going to float away with the current, and then he regained consciousness soon.

The situation where Song Shu passed out was too bad for them.

Not only did he have to bring Song Shu to swim ashore, but he also had to ensure that Song Shu would not drown in the water, he needed to breathe.

Master Song pulled the man back to his side, hesitantly wanted to give him a breather, and suddenly found the water bubbles gurgling beside him, turned his head, but saw Song Shu coughed several times, each time was submerged in a lot of water, burying the choking sound .

It became more and more difficult for him to breathe, his body was still sinking, and he struggled subconsciously.

Master Song dragged him upstream, thinking: They are all men, so why not be ashamed, it's not him who has dirty thoughts about Song Shu, it's just to catch his breath——

Thinking of this, Master Song reached out and clasped the back of his head with his other hand to prevent him from being washed away, and lowered his head to cover Song Shu's lips.

Breathing through with a breath of inner strength, Song Shu returned to tranquility, his frowning brows slightly loosened, and he opened his eyes vaguely, feeling a tingling sensation on his lips and teeth, and the face of the person in front of him flashed past.

Sensing that he was awake, Master Song let go of him, glanced at him with some guilt, and finally looked at him after a while, but Song Shu closed his eyes again.

Master Song thought to himself: It seems that he still has to drag him upstream.At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief, and while going up like this, he breathes out for him every once in a while. His internal force can clean up the water that submerged into Song Shu's mouth and blocked the windpipe, so Song Shu was finally taken by him safely. shore.

When Master Song carried them ashore, both of them were covered in blood and were swallowed up by the river water. Their whole bodies were drenched, and the cold February wind blew through their bones.

Song Shu was lying in his arms with a pale face, his eyebrows were like a distant blue, and he couldn't see clearly in the water just now, Master Song realized how distressing his appearance at this moment was, there was not a drop of blood on his lips, his clothes were disheveled, and he was wet It sticks to the body to highlight a thin figure, and there are a few scratches on the cheeks, although it does not affect the appearance——

This is really Sick Beauty.

Master Song came back to his senses, saw him shivering and subconsciously slipped into his arms, after thinking about it, he hugged him tightly, stood up with his arms around him, looked around, and frowned: This place is very strange, he I don't know if this is the bottom of the mountain, or they were washed farther away by the current.

I hope Jingxiu is more reliable, get away as soon as possible and send someone to find him.

Song Shu was in a coma, Master Song was exhausted, the sky had set and the sun had set, he wasn't sure if he would be throwing himself into a trap when he left the valley at this moment - after all, those people really wanted to kill him.

He planned to find a place to spend the night as originally planned.

Song Shu couldn't sleep well in his sleep, his brows were always slightly frowned, and his body trembled unconsciously. Master Song led him forward, being vigilant all the way along the way, using stones as markers along the way.

He was carrying Song Shu on his back. Later, he felt that although it was fast, Song Shu was exposed to the cold wind and drenched all over. He was not physically strong in the first place, so he could easily get sick.

So he changed his posture again, hugged him in his arms, and seeing that he was wet and uncomfortable, he took off his coat that was also soaked to cover him.

Song Shu's brows slowly loosened. In his sleep, he stretched out his hand towards the heat source he felt subconsciously, hugged him tightly as if touching a stove, turned his head to one side, buried his head in his arms, and then stopped moving.

Master Song's body froze, he let out a long breath, and continued walking forward with him in his arms.

In order to prevent too many traces from being exposed, Master Song used his internal energy to erase the traces of their passage while walking, and gradually felt powerless: he has already exceeded his quota for many things today, and if he hadn't been mentally strong, his body would have collapsed long ago.

Fortunately, he didn't go far, and found a small cave on the side of the mountain wall hundreds of meters away that could provide shelter from the wind and rain. The cave was fairly dry, as if it had been formed naturally, at least it didn't look like there were many mosquitoes.

Master Song remembered the "cleanliness" that Song Shu said, and when he put the person next to the wall, he deliberately wiped the only clean rock on the ground with his coat.

It was getting late, and it was a very risky thing to spend the night in the deserted mountain jungle. Fortunately, Song Shi had been in the world of mortals since he was a child. He had experienced everything, so the experience of spending the night in the mountains was naturally needless to say.

Thinking of this, Master Song thought of the matter of "I am the original owner", and was stunned for a long time before his thoughts turned back to Song Shu.

He looked disbelieving.

Song Master didn't go far, he went to the river to wash his coat, and broke dry branches in the nearby jungle, thinking that the two of them might not be able to go back tonight, they would be hungry all night, so they went to the forest again After finding some wild fruits, worried that Song Shu would not find anyone when he woke up, so he quickly walked back.

Fortunately, Song Shu leaned against the wall and remained silent.

Master Song often stayed in the wild when he was young, and he was very proficient in the method of "drilling wood to make fire". Even though he can't connect with the previous memory, he still remembers it. After thinking about it for a while, the fire was successfully raised heap.

He took off the clothes on his upper body and put them on the fire to roast them. He went to read Song Shu with his arms bare, and saw that he was frowning and tilting his head. I was sick and had a fever, so I reached out to check it. Fortunately, it was not hot, but my body temperature was a little low.

Master Song realized this, pondered for two seconds, and kept on doing nothing. He moved over and reached out to take off the clothes on Song Shu's body and roast them. A little hesitation pressed down.

It will be dark soon, and the temperature will be lower. If the clothes are not dry, you will definitely get sick if you wear them overnight.If Song Shu was awake, he would probably understand his choice.

Even if he was so self-suggesting, the speed when Master Song took off his clothes was more than twice as slow as when he took off his own clothes. It was really because Song Shu's delicate and picturesque face was too clean and pure, which made him feel like he was taking off his clothes. Looks nasty, very dishonest gentleman.

In the end, after slowing down by ten times, his hand rested on the last layer of wet underwear belt around Song Shu's waist. He remembered that when he was holding the kit, Song Shu tied things around his waist on purpose. Then he pretended to show it to him inadvertently, and couldn't help but smile.

This layer of underwear is very thin and light in color. After getting wet, it clings to Song Shu's soft waistline, almost as if he hadn't worn it...Master Song couldn't help but think of the feeling when he hugged him in the water just now——

The waist is soft, and so are the lips.

In the end, Master Song couldn't continue.

Just as he was about to let go of the strap on his hand, he suddenly heard a voice next to his ear: "... What are you doing?"

The voice was dry, slightly hoarse, and the breath was weak. The words fell and then coughed twice. Master Song's fingers stiffened, and he turned his head to meet Song Shu who had opened his eyes.

Song Shu was leaning against the wall, his lips were pale, his eyelids were lifted halfway, and his clear glass pupils were calm, showing a bit of sickness and boredom.

At this moment, Master Song is naked/topless, kneeling beside him on one knee, with one hand on the back of his neck to prevent him from slipping down, as if holding someone in his arms; Putting it on his waist, Song Shu's clothes were in a mess, and there were two soaked coats piled up next to him.

This is simply taking advantage of people's danger to live broadcast the scene.

Master Song: I can't explain clearly.

Really hard to explain.

He let go of his hand quickly, his eyes fell on Song Shu's lips, and he hurriedly looked away: "Are you awake?"

Song Shu didn't seem to remember Master Song's breathing for him, he just glanced at the clothes next to him and his naked upper body, paused for a moment on the various scars on his arms and behind, and then looked away : "Hmm. Where is this?"

"At the bottom of the cliff. I found a small cave. There are no houses around. I'm afraid I won't be able to go back tonight."

Seeing him nodding, Master Song heaved a sigh of relief quietly, put the clothes next to him on the fire, and heard Song Shu ask: "Those assassins are still there?"

"I don't know," Master Song shook his head, and sat facing him while running errands, "You just woke up, and I'm exhausted. I guess we can't run. We're not the only ones who know there's a moat underneath, I guess they don't either. Give up, there is a high possibility that they will come looking for them, and if we stay outside, we will fall into a trap when we go out."

Song Shu said lightly: "If you don't go out, you will be a turtle in the urn."

"Then we should pray that Jingxiu will be more reliable, and find us before they find us... and more."

Song Shu looked at him.

Master Song rested his chin on the palm of his hand to pick up firewood, and continued, "I don't like being a bastard."

Song Shu remembered the description he had just used as "a turtle in a urn": "..."

Master Song laughed twice, and threw the firewood in his hand into the fire. The bonfire crackled, and it was reflected in his eyes as jumping flames.

Song Shu didn't take his cold joke, and said coldly: "You don't have to be afraid, anyway, I don't have much energy now, you can kill me easily. Maybe they just want the life of one of us, so they let you go Woolen cloth?"

Master Song restrained his smile, stared at him for a long while, and said with a sneer, "I think you actually want to say that these people were sent by me to kill you, and the reason why they saved you was just to make a show, to gain your trust, right?"

Song Shu was not surprised, he didn't even raise his eyelids: "If you want to think like this, I can't help it."

Master Song's face turned colder: "I jumped off the cliff for you and took you ashore with great difficulty. Is this how you miss me? Do you think that everything I say is false and everything I do is acting?" ?”

Song Shu sat up slightly, still didn't respond, but moved closer to him, with a slight smile on his face: "Maybe? After all, I have trusted you many times, but the results are not satisfactory."

"You still don't believe me now? It's that imposter who lied to you. I haven't contacted this group of people. They weren't sent by me." Master Song stretched out his hand to grab his chin, his teeth itching, "I said so , I will never do what he did to you, I am not as dirty as him."

"Really?" Song Shu didn't struggle, his tone was calm, "Then you swear to see? You will always only treat me as a younger brother."

what is this?Song Shu still believes in such empty promises?

Master Song is baffled. Now that he knows that he is the original owner, he has always had only family affection for Song Shu, and there is no guilt at all in making such an oath: "Okay, I swear, I will always treat you as my own younger brother."

Listening to the last word he changed, Song Shu lowered his eyes and smiled, his eyelashes trembled, and said after a while: "...Okay. If you want to gain my trust—"

"Then you made it," he said.

Master Song's fingertips pinching his chin were a little numb from his laughter. When he calmed down, he found that he was just telling his own words. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I think you already believed [-]% of it. This is intentional." Excite me."

Song Shu was noncommittal.

Master Song let him go, tilted his head and added a few branches to the fire, and asked: "These people have been planning for a long time. In my opinion, I probably got you involved."

"They wanted to blackmail me," Song Shu leaned back, regaining his lazy look, "Fortunately, there's only one person, otherwise I wouldn't be able to wait for you to come over."

"Not long after you practiced martial arts, a person killed you