Everyday in shame [Comprehensive martial arts]

"You came."

Shang Lu turned his head sideways, lightly rested his right hand on the black scabbard long sword, and said to Ye Gucheng.

The pitch-black night was like a curtain, suddenly fell behind Ye Gucheng, and the snowy white became the brightest color of the night, until he put the dark red food box in front of Phytophthora.

Shanglu nodded her lips, and tapped the black scabbard sword with her right hand, her eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow.

Ye Gucheng said: "But are you hungry?"

Shanglu raised his eyebrows.

He was hungry, but he didn't want to tell the person in front of him that he was hungry.

A clever and mischievous doctor always wants his serious patients to look different from the usual cold look.

Leaning forward, Shang Lu stopped an inch away from the tip of Ye Gucheng's nose. His voice was not indifferent, like a piece of gorgeous silk, smooth and lingering, "Should I be hungry?"

Ye Gucheng's pupils shrunk slightly, and his eyes became dark.

The candle flames danced, and the air seemed to become scorching hot.

The light blue bed curtain slid slightly, like the sound of a chaotic heartbeat.

Ye Gucheng took a step back, he calmly took out the food in the food box, his movements were very slow, his eyes were not clear, obviously he was suppressing an emotion.

An emotion that shouldn't be and should be.

Handing a pair of chopsticks to his hand, Shang Lu sighed, suddenly feeling a little bored.

After eating a mouthful of food with a blank expression, Doctor Qing Leng wanted to see what the man in front of him would look like after he broke the mask of indifference and became unrepressed.

Shanglu couldn't figure out what kind of person Ye Gucheng was, after all, a real person with flesh and blood was complicated.

However, one thing he can be sure of is that Ye Gucheng has too many shackles in his heart.

Whether it is Baiyun City or himself.

Shang Lu suddenly wanted to take a look at the white-clothed sword fairy who couldn't help himself.

He turned his head slightly, pursed his lips, and lightly touched the black sheath sword with his right hand.

This time, Ye Gucheng's gaze fell on Shanglu's hand following the sound, and then on the black sheath sword.

Shang Lu said indifferently: "This is meant to be given to someone."

Ye Gucheng Bu Cai's hand paused.

Shang Lu raised his eyebrows, he no longer maintained the indifference on his face, but showed a very clear and shallow smile that seemed to be blown away in an instant.

"You say, who should I give it to?"

Ye Gucheng said coldly: "Of course it is given to the person who should be given it."

Shang Lu said coldly: "It's better to give it to Ximen Chuuxue."

"Clap!"

There was a sudden sound of chopsticks breaking.

Ye Gucheng calmly put down the broken chopsticks, staring at the orange-red candle with a blank expression.

"You should pay me a sword." Ye Gucheng's voice was low and hoarse. He stared at Shanglu and said, "But you don't want to give me the sword."

Shanglu licked his lips, nodded, and said, "How?"

"Then pay me yourself."

It was like a thunderbolt.

Shang Lu's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had met Ye Gucheng for the first time, he looked at the sword fairy in white with curiosity and surprise.

That indifferent face remained indifferent, and those star-like pupils remained unchanged. He didn't seem to know what weighty words he said.

Shanglu frowned and said, "What did you say?"

In an instant.

Breath intertwined.

Ye Gucheng said lightly in Shanglu's ear, "I don't want a sword."

Shanglu raised his eyebrows.

Ye Gucheng hid the smile in his heart, and said coldly: "I want you."

Shanglu didn't answer.

He fell into a long silence.

Doctor Qing Leng poked the system, his voice flustered for the first time: "Quick! See if there is a pimple on his face."

The witty Dr. Shang had reason to suspect that it was Ximen Chuuxue's old father, Yu Luocha, who had pretended.

The system silently rolled its eyes, and consciously entered the small dark room.

"You should listen to me carefully." Ye Gucheng said.

Putting his hands on his hair, Shang Lu stared at Ye Gucheng in a daze. He swallowed his saliva and took a step back unconsciously.

However, Ye Gucheng's hand was faster.

The bony hands rested on the waist, giving Shang Lu the illusion of being scalded for a moment.

Eyelashes fluttered restlessly.

In the end, it was the warm touch that landed at the end of the eyes.

Ye Gucheng sighed, "I was wrong."

The evening wind beat against the windows.

The ear-piercing voice woke Shanglu suddenly, and he pushed Ye Gucheng away quickly and steadily.

Calmly cleaned his cuffs, his fair and pretty face had an expression more indifferent than ice and snow, Shanglu turned around, his straight back was straighter and stiffer than steel.

Shang Lu said lightly: "You made a mistake, but you still want to make a mistake."

Ye Gucheng didn't answer, he just stared stubbornly and silently at Shanglu.

The beauty under the moon sighed, her bright and bright eyes were stained with worry and doubt.

"You are not afraid of death."

This is a declarative sentence.

Ye Gucheng nodded: "As long as you live."

The endless sentence made Shang Lu lose his words, but he felt a little more warmth in his heart. He didn't understand what Ye Gucheng meant.

Perhaps as long as Shanglu is alive, death by Ye Gucheng is nothing to worry about.

Or as long as Shanglu is alive, it doesn't matter if he dies.

This is not an auspicious topic, but one that Shanglu wants to discuss.

Shanglu is a doctor, he has seen many dying or dead patients.However, he still does not understand the meaning of death.

With his lips pursed tightly, Shang Lu looked at Ye Gucheng stubbornly and seriously.

The voice like a clear spring fell into the quiet room with an elegant fragrance.

"I want you to live."

Ye Gucheng smiled shallowly and said, "Then I will live."

A thing that should have been dangerous seemed to die between heaven and earth in a few words.

Shanglu did not prevent Ye Gucheng and Nanwang Shizi from rebelling. He knew Ye Gucheng's ending, but he had no position to stop him. After all, there was not only the sword fairy in white in this matter, but also the whole Baiyun City.

It's not a matter of one person to be a thief.

However, Shang Lu still complained in his heart about the unreliability of the rebellion plan.

Relying on a fool who looks very much like the little emperor.

The world is crazy to make him emperor.

Shanglu patted Ye Gucheng's shoulder with a heavy heart, his eyes became more and more strange.

Forget it.

If something goes wrong, he will still be around.

Shanglu lowered his eyes, covering the sharpness of his eyes.

The night was bleak.

The bitter cold wind whistled.

On the second day, the warm winter sun filled the sky.

Bai Yutang leaned against the vermilion pillar, sized up the two white-clothed swordsmen walking side by side with bright eyes.

"Doctor Shang and City Lord Ye had a good rest last night."

Shang Lu resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and dragged Ye Gucheng away with a cold face.

Faintly, I could hear Doctor Qing Leng's indifferent voice: "Some people can't learn certain things."

Then came Ye Gucheng's smiling voice: "Yes."

The warm sun fell on the straight back, leaving a slender shadow.