The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

As if black beans were sprinkled on the ground to form an army, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, the big men in black in the outer circle were holding long guns, like white rain rushing, coming suddenly.

Standing on the outermost edge, the most conspicuous man.

He was wearing a well-cut black windbreaker, the neckline was buttoned casually like his temperament, and the sea breeze cut his sideburns neatly, making his profile extremely handsome. The shadow, filled with a thin layer of snow.

Fu Chenliang appeared holding a black pistol/gun, and he stood in the middle of the black crowd. He was the leader, walking slowly, like a black panther just out of the jungle walking on the thin snow, with a wild and ferocious posture. / The beast's sense of danger, engulfed in wind and frost, strikes together.

His long and narrow black eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze was like a hawk clenching Shen Qingchuan's thin figure fiercely, viciously, as if his sharp claws would scratch and tear it apart in a second, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. smile.

Guan Boya used ingenious strength to tie his hands behind his back to the rope, which seemed to be biting tightly before, and wrapped around his body like a snake binding his hands.

Almost strangling him out, the hemp rope embedded in his flesh and blood was limp at this moment.

The hemp rope loosened all of a sudden, as if dead and lifeless, as if being strangled seven inches by a more ferocious snake, obediently, loosely, fell to the snow.

Guan Bo Yasong loosened his wrist, with a shallow, slightly mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and said to Lao Jiu who was standing behind Fu Chenliang, "You came too late."

Also holding a black pistol/gun, Lao Jiu caught Guan Boya's cold gaze and dared not refute or confront him.

Lao Jiu lowered his head, replied in a muffled voice and said honestly, "Yes, Lord Guan, I will go back and receive the punishment."

Guan Boya stood behind Shen Qingchuan, bright blood was still gurgling from the fresh wound on his abdomen, the blood fell to the ground, dyeing the pure white snow with red snow inch by inch, and the red snow suddenly exploded on the snow. Red flame flowers, no fragrance, only the lingering rust-like bloody smell.

Guan Boya gently hugged Shen Qingchuan, the injuries on his body were real, and the ropes on his body were just untwisted with ingenuity, and when he rolled his eyes, a shallow black mist appeared dangerously and coldly. To the pale youth.

He seems to be embracing a beloved treasure, with gentle movements, and his arms are like a solid iron cage, making the person in his arms like a golden bird trapped in a cage, with nowhere to escape.

He pressed against Shen Qingchuan's ear, and said in a soft but icy voice, "Little Haitang, the knife you stabbed me just now really hurt."

It is difficult to describe Shen Qingchuan's state of mind at this moment.

Like falling into icy water, the heart seems to be soaked in the ice spring of mountains and rivers for a while, and the flesh and blood are still covered with ice slag, and they are still soaked in hot magma. Half of the heart and flesh will be boiled and rolled, and half of them will be blackened by charring.

It's hot and cold, I don't know whether it's the cold winter that beats the Flame Mountain, or the hot summer that beats the Bingxue Peak.

Shen Qingchuan was in a daze, his lips were buzzing, but he couldn't utter a word, as if the snow particles that had fallen on his slightly transparent and bloodless lips had stuck his mouth, making him unable to open his lips.

His entire body was pale, except for the corners of his mouth, the blood that was inadvertently smeared on his lips reflected a trace of vitality on his face.

Lihun suddenly reunited, in a daze, not yet half awake.

why, why...

to lie to him...

Before Shen Qingchuan could think clearly, he only held the blood-stained dagger firmly in his hand, and was hugged by Guan Boya behind him.

The muzzles of the guns were dark and heavy, the two sides were facing each other, and the two sides were fighting against each other. Comparing the number of people, Shang Xiaolou's side was obviously at a disadvantage, outnumbered.

The jealousy and displeasure in Shang Xiaolou's eyes flashed past, he hated everyone, he was like a frightened and angry little beast, his resentful eyes soaked in black poison slammed everywhere, as if to The crowd besieging him ruthlessly bit the flesh and blood, tearing a hole.

Shang Xiaolou was extremely angry, but he had nowhere to vent his anger. Looking around, he only said three good words again and again.

"Good! Good! Good!"

His eyes were like a knife, sharp and hurtful, and he poured it on Fu Chenliang, and said in a cold voice, "You broke our agreement."

The wind and snow captivate the eyes, and it blows like a shaken cotton wool.

With a faint smile on his face, Fu Chenliang said casually, "I can't bear to let Xiao Haitang be sad..."

Saying that, Fu Chenliang also threw a flirtatious look at Shen Qingchuan.

"...He is my savior, I can't do the thing that breaks my faith, don't you think so, Xiao Haitang?"

Shen Qingchuan didn't know whether he was in the severe winter or the scorching summer, he ignored Fu Chenliang's eyes at all, his expression was cold and indifferent, like a jade man carved from ice and snow.

He broke away from Guan Boya's embrace, and stood aside coldly, an arm's length away from Guan Boya, with white snow gently covering his hair and shoulders.

He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, his clear face reflected the slight snow light, and he had a kind of shocking beauty.

Shang Xiaolou couldn't stop sneering in his heart, hehe, he couldn't do anything to break his promise, so after winning the position of gang leader, he turned the gun on his ally?

Although Fu Chenliang concealed it very well, Shang Xiaolou still had sharp eyes and saw that Fu Chenliang was injured, and it was still seriously injured.

It was precisely because Fu Chenliang came here with injuries, Shang Xiaolou knew that Fu Sinian might have already lost his head and was defeated in this battle for the head of the family.

There was a sneer at the corner of Shang Xiaolou's mouth, scarlet like a hook, cold like a ghost, and said with a deep chill, "So you betrayed me."

Shang Xiaolou aimed the muzzle at Fu Chenliang, the two black muzzles were facing each other like a cave that was about to swallow people, and it was unknown which side's bullets flew faster.

But in the next second, Shang Xiaolou's gun was suddenly pointed at Guan Boya's head. There was jealousy in his heart, and the fire in his eyes was burning fiercely, like a monstrous evil fire falling into the world, and his foggy black eyes were spitting blood of extreme hatred. , Crawled bloodshot.

Shang Xiaolou is like a desperate beast, the only one who can save him is the young man standing on the snowy rocky shore, but the young man never casts away a soft glance, and the cold gaze seems to have given him a death sentence.

Shang Xiaolou's teeth were grinding and creaking, he hated it so much, he wished to ruin everything.

He wanted to kill Guan Boya, the only true love in Shen Qingchuan's heart.

He wanted to live with his brother forever, and when he thought of Shang Xiaolou, he became inexplicably excited, and even the hand holding the gun trembled slightly with excitement.

It's just that when he buckled the buckle, there was an electric spark.

"boom!--"

"boom!--"

Two gunshots startled the seabirds to flap their wings and fly wildly, shaking off a few snow-white feathers in the air.

Shang Xiaolou's bullet didn't hit Guan Boya, but Shen Qingchuan, or it should be said that it was Shen Qingchuan who blocked the incoming bullet.

Two shots rang out at the same time, the other shot was not fired by Shang Xiaolou, nor by Fu Chenliang, but by someone hiding in the dark and shot Shen Qingchuan.

In fact, that person aimed at Guan Boya, no one expected, but Shen Qingchuan seemed to sense the danger, and suddenly opened his arms to block Guan Boya.

The accident happened too fast, and Shen Qingchuan's actions were also too fast.

Everyone didn't have time to react, including Guan Boya, but Shen Qingchuan, who was standing in front of him, let out a muffled sound.

"boom!--"

The second shot rang out again, and Shen Qingchuan tightly protected Guan Boya, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, slid down his white and delicate chin, and fell to the snow, stained with blood.

When everyone had no time to react, the explosives buried in a rock at the feet of Guan Boya and Shen Qingchuan suddenly exploded, gravel flew around, and limbs were everywhere.

One blow after another, obviously killing the two of them.

Guan Boya is skilled, he hugged Shen Qingchuan into his arms, protected him under his body, and blocked all the rocks and rocks with his generous back.

But still not able to resist the power of the bomb/bomb, the two fell into the waves.

"Qingchuan!" Fu Chenliang shouted anxiously.

"Brother!" Shang Xiaolou's canthus cracked, and a trace of blood seemed to flow from the corner of his eye.

"Third brother!" Shen Keyuan and Shen Yifan shouted in unison, they refused to leave for a long time after they were saved, their eyes were fixed on Shen Qingchuan.

The moment he saw Shen Qingchuan blocking the gun for Guan Boya, if Shen Keyuan hadn't held Shen Ze in his arms, he would have rushed over, but Shen Yifan jumped over despite the hail of bullets, but it was still a step too late.

"Guan Ye!" Lao Jiu also shouted anxiously.

He was not as chaotic as Fu Chenliang's monk's small building. He looked around for suspicious persons, and finally found a sneaky thin man behind a pile of rocks, and asked someone to catch him and tie him up.

Shang Xiaolou didn't care about the blood stained limbs all over the ground, he almost used all his limbs, ran over in a very embarrassed posture, his heart was burning, and the explosion seemed to destroy his soul as well.

If it wasn't for Adjutant Chen who followed him closely and hugged him tightly, Shang Xiaolou would have almost jumped off the coast full of black-painted reefs.

"Brother!" The shout was almost heart-piercing.

The snow waves swept over and over again, viciously beating the rocky rocks, like sea beasts devouring all life, not giving others a chance to survive, and chewing up everything that fell into its mouth, whether it was rocks or people.

Shen Qingchuan was shot, and he didn't know where he was injured. At the moment when the bomb was detonated/exploded, Guan Boya steadfastly protected him. When he fell off the rock, he also steadfastly protected Shen Qingchuan's head, neck and neck with his arms and body. Guan Boya let all the gravel hit his back, let all the jagged and sharp rocks hit him.

Just before Guan Boya fell into the sea and was still unconscious, he let go of Shen Qingchuan, because there was still a bag of heavy stones tied to his feet, dragging him to the bottom of the sea.

Shen Qingchuan also didn't care about the gunshot wound on his body, the blood spilled from the hole, he couldn't tell whether it was more blood spilled from him into the sea water, or more from Guan Boya who was covered in wounds.

The salty sea water soaked the wound, and the surging pain kept Shen Qingchuan awake, he had no choice but to stay awake.

Shen Qingchuan tugged on Guan Boya's skirt, floated to the surface of the sea, grabbed oxygen, was hit by a strong wave again, and fell down, as if an invisible and powerful hand was about to push him down to the surface of the sea.

He was injured and cold, and felt that his physical strength was being exhausted little by little. He couldn't hold Guan Boya, and couldn't tell whether it was the salty sea water or the cold tears on his face.

Shen Qingchuan took a deep breath, dived into the sea again, gave Guan Boya a breath of life, held his nose and mouth, dived into the water and cut the rope tied to Guan Boya's feet with the dagger he held tightly in his hand, then A bag of stones slowly fell into the deep and unpredictable seabed, as if being swallowed by a huge black hole with its mouth open.

Shen Qingchuan's lungs were almost about to explode, it was already at its limit, he lost blood and temperature, his hands were shaking, he dragged Guan Boya upstream.

A floating board was blown off the surface of the sea, drifting reluctantly with the waves.

Shen Qingchuan felt that his physical strength had reached its limit, if he let go and threw Guan Boya down, there might still be a chance of survival in the ferocious and merciless sea.

He held onto Guan Boya's collar desperately, and swam up with all his might, but the sea level seemed far away, and it didn't take half a stick of incense, but he felt that he had swam for a long, long time.

Grasping Guan Boya is like a drowning man grasping the only straw that can save his life, he refuses to let go.

No matter how mercilessly the sea pushes the waves again and again, Shen Qingchuan is like a tough wicker. He pushes Guan Bo Yatuo onto the floating board. At that moment, he is like a malfunctioning machine. The waves sink slowly.

Shen Qingchuan still wanted to take a look at Guan Boya, but there was a black shadow floating on the sea level, so far away from him, so far away that he couldn't touch his lover even with his hand.

Even though it was mixed with all kinds of heartbreak, Guan Boya was still the red cinnabar mole in his heart, and the blood dripping on his heart would not dissipate.

The sea water was too cold, and he was somewhat nostalgic for the late spring sunshine when he first met Guan Boya.

The white shirt, which was as white as snow, was gently dragged by the waves. The cold sea water gently washed away the blood, pushing the gentle waves to support the young man. Everything seemed to be quiet and isolated from the world.

The author has something to say: two chapters in one.

Let me write slowly.