I'll show you today

Zhou Mao didn't go back to Changshan's husband's house begging for nothing, he hibernated, waiting for an opportunity so that he could go back in a legitimate way.

heaven.

A certain immortal family was chatting with Chen Ling over melon seeds.

The Xian family said, "Are you still thinking about him?"

Chen Ling said: "It's not too late."

The Xian family asked again: "Why?"

Chen Ling replied: "Because he forgot, I forgot too."

The history of that life is too long, the mud is too deep, and it is always bad to be stuck in the mud. It is better to wave goodbye, abandon all hypocrisy, and justifiably hate him.

An Shanhai has always been thinking about one person these two days, that is Chaos. Chen Ling's words are not completely credible. How much is true and how much is false is still unknown. Besides, he came with a purpose.

This thought was so strong that An Shanhai couldn't sleep, but thinking about Shen Changyun beside his pillow, he couldn't really toss and turn, he could only feel depressed, but after all, he got along day and night, and Shen Changyun could see his little thoughts.

After dinner, Shen Changyun suddenly asked him: "Is there something on your mind?"

An Shanhai glanced at him: "No."

"You lied." Shen Changyun said.

"Really not." An Shankai said.

Shen Changyun grabbed An Shanhai's hand that was making small movements, and snorted coldly: "You like to scratch your thighs when you panic."

An Shanhai was really panicked. For so many years, he had never been so frightened. He was afraid, afraid of jumping out of Zheng Qing's scam, and turned around and fell into Chen Ling's trap. He hoped that someone could share the burden with him. These pains, but that person shouldn't be Shen Changyun, he swore that he would never let him suffer.

So he smiled: "I do have something on my mind, but I don't panic."

Shen Changyun said: "Tell me."

An Shanhai said: "No need, why bother with a problem that can be solved by one person."

The two looked at each other, and Shen Changyun compromised. He knew that he couldn't help, so he tried his best not to cause trouble for An Shanhai.

But trouble is not a dead thing, it always finds itself.

Just after a day's rest, Chen Ling came again, still in the old undershirt, sunglasses and shorts, still in the look that Shen Changyun hated.

As soon as he came, An Shanhai let Shen Changyun into the bedroom, but Chen Ling stopped Shen Changyun, saying that this matter had something to do with him.

An Shanhai stared at Chen Ling, and said, "You said you didn't involve him."

Chen Ling smiled: "Where did your ruffian energy go? Don't worry, a gentleman said..."

The three of them sat around the tea table, Chen Ling's back was very straight, different from the cramped stereotype before.

An Shanhai secretly squeezed Shen Changyun's hand fiercely, and said to Chen Ling without changing his face: "Is there something to do today?"

The corner of Chen Ling's mouth curled into a provocative arc, and An Shanhai always felt that he was smiling with ulterior motives.

Chen Ling said: "There is one thing, I don't know if you know, as far as I know, there is a ghost messenger named Dajian, who is dead."

An Shanhai's mind was in turmoil, Shen Changyun stared directly at An Shanhai with wide eyes, and when he saw the other party lowered his eyes, he immediately understood.

Chen Ling went on to say: "It seems that one knows and the other doesn't, it doesn't matter, they all know today."

An Shanhai interrupted him, with three points of doubt and twelve points of hostility in his eyes, he said: "What do you want to do?"

Chen Ling raised his hand to show comfort, and then continued: "Our people have already found out, and the person who killed him was Zheng Qing, another ghost messenger."

An Shanhai held on strongly, but Shen Changyun's figure obviously collapsed, and his finger bones were about to be crushed.

"However, Da Jian rebelled against the underworld, and it is reasonable for Zheng Qing to kill him."

"No!" Shen Changyun suddenly became violent: "He is definitely not doing it for the public, he is doing it for his own sake!"

"Oh?" Chen Ling looked at Shen Changyun playfully through the sunglasses and said, "What do you say?"

Shen Changyun raised his finger to An Shanhai, An Shanhai raised his head and looked at him blankly, Shen Changyun hated him so much, he gritted his teeth and said, "Say it."

How to say?Can't say, can't say, can't say.

He was silent, and Shen Changyun was angry.

To be honest, Shen Changyun himself also knows that he has no right to lose his temper with An Shanhai. After all, he eats, drinks, lives in, is sheltered by others, and likes others, but Shen Changyun just hates! It is useless to hate himself, so An Shanhai refused to tell him anything!

Okay, don't tell me, I will.

Shen Changyun let An Shanhai go, turned to Chen Ling and said, "The truth is..."

But he was stunned, and his head cooled down. Do you want to tell Chen Ling about Zheng Qing's refinement of the soul pill?Then also revealed that he was cursed and that An Shanhai accepted Zheng Qing's bribe?

Shen Changyun really hated Zheng Qing, and he also hated Shangguan Tan, because they controlled his disgraceful past, and he wanted them to disappear.

But not now, if this matter gets out, Zheng Qing will be done, and An Shanhai will be done too.

Chen Ling leaned forward and said, "Speak."

Under the embarrassment, he had no choice but to speak.

"The truth, the truth is that Zheng Qing carried out his mission and executed Dajian according to the law." Shen Changyun said.

Chen Ling pursed his lips, looking at Shen Changyun with disappointment, he said: "I thought the person An Shanhai liked could give me some surprises, but that's all."

Shen Changyun sat down slumped, An Shanhai reached out to help him, but was pushed away.

An Shanhai clenched his fists, holding back and asked Chen Ling: "What the hell do you want me to do?"

Chen Ling didn't hold back any more, and said to An Shanhai, "I want you to kill Zheng Qing."

"why?"

"No reason, you just have to do it, otherwise," Chen Ling got up, turned to Shen Changyun, and walked away without saying a word.

After he left, An Shanhai finally couldn't bear it anymore, he roughly pressed Shen Changyun on the sofa, panting heavily, and said: "When he comes again in the future, you go in, no matter what he says, you have to go in! "

Shen Changyun knew he was wrong, but he never wanted to be soft on An Shanhai, and this time was no exception.

He pushed An Shanhai hard, and said while pushing, "Why?"

An Shanhai was furious, staring at him and said: "Do you know who he is? I separated you from him just to protect you! It's not good for you to be close to him!"

"Then is it good for me to stay by your side!" Shen Changyun shouted.

As soon as these words came out, the whole room fell silent, so quiet that nothing could be heard.

An Shanhai stood up and said indifferently: "You are right, I can't afford what you want."

After speaking, he picked up a coat from the door and went out.

Shen Changyun lay slumped on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, thinking about his words - I can't afford it.

The clock on the wall was ticking... What does he want?

He wanted to be with An Shanhai cleanly and without any stains, but Shangguan Tan forced him, Zheng Qing forced him, God forced him, why is it so difficult to live, is it true that God is so ruthless, the happiness he just got , Are you going to take it away in a blink of an eye?

No! He will never agree!

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the faces of passers-by on the road are filled with happiness. There is only one man, An Shanhai, who is so hostile that the passers-by walk around for fear that he will suddenly pull out a sharp knife.

He really can't give Shen Changyun the life he wants now, and he can't even plan a way out for him.

When he was sentenced to quartering by five horses back then, he had already arranged for Shen Changyun to retreat. He asked his confidant to send the disabled Shen Changyun to a house far away from the capital, and prepared silver so that he could live in peace.

However, there are signs in this life that Shen Changyun in his previous life didn't listen to him at all, and returned to the capital to avenge him. As one can imagine, he lost.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, and talked about his grandma's Shangguan Tan.

Ga batch!!!

The old An Shanhai sat on a snow-stained bench smoking a cigarette and looked at the sky, while the young Shen Changyun lay on the bed in the bedroom and hugged the quilt tightly.

The desperate Zheng Qing slashed his wrist and pierced his heart in the bathroom. He wanted to see if he could create the illusion that his body was dead and force Song Yun's soul out. Obviously, he couldn't.

He waited quietly, and when the blood was all drained, Song Yun still didn't come back, he bared his teeth and claws like crazy, all the blood was thrown in the bathroom, and there was a big puddle on the ground, spreading in twists and turns.

Lying in a pool of blood, Zheng Qing wrote three words in the air - Shangguan Tan.

An Shanhai never expected that he would fall asleep while sitting, and when he woke up, it was already late at night, and he took out his pocket, and as expected, his wallet and mobile phone were gone.

He doesn't care about that much, if he doesn't go back, the little stubborn boy at home will erupt like a volcano. Unexpectedly, before his butt leaves the chair, he will be grabbed by a hand. Kind old man.

Before he had time to ask anything, Shangguan Tan actually came out from behind the uncle: "Long time no see."

The human spirit floated out from the top of the uncle's head, was sucked into the chest by Shangguan Tan, and the mortal body fell down with it, no longer alive.

Witnessing the scene in front of him, An Shanhai looked at him indifferently.

Shangguan Tan sneered: "Look what, have I killed too few innocent people?" Then he grabbed An Shanhai's shoulder and said, "Come with me."

Shangguan Tan didn't give An Shanhai time to react, and disappeared into the night with him, leaving only the old man's body, feeling empty and sad.

By the way, Shen Changyun couldn't wait for An Shanhai to come back, and finally dialed the first call, but the damn thief had already thrown away the card. Shen Changyun thought that An Shanhai didn't answer on purpose, and his eyes dimmed instantly.

Contrary to him, Zhou Mao, who had been dormant for many days, wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, but because of the enchantment, he couldn't get in. After wandering downstairs for a long time, Zhou Mao finally spotted a dirty stray dog, and endured his nausea, he fell for it body.

Shen Changyun, who was sitting quietly, suddenly heard a knock on the door, thought it was An Shanhai who had returned, and purposely let the people outside the door hang out for a while to relieve his hatred.

When he opened the door, there was only a dirty big dog in the cold wind. Shen Changyun was startled. Just as he was about to close the door, the big dog said, "I, Zhou Mao, let me in."

Shen Changyun still wanted to close the door, but the big dog said unhurriedly: "Something happened to An Shanhai."

Shen Changyun's hand holding the doorknob was sweating, and he finally opened the door: "Come in."

The author has something to say:

Severe cold, head pain.