I lost my memory after crossing

The old pavilion master stood up happily, waved his hand, and spared the shadow's life.

Now that he saved his life, the next step is to recognize the Lord's seal.

Immediately someone below brought the stove and threw a branding iron engraved with the word "Hao" into it.

The young man stared at the red-hot soldering iron for a long time, and a quiet voice came from his thin lips, "I will do it myself!"

Immediately, someone helped him to stand up, and the young man staggered to the front of the stove, the whip wound on his back was still burning, he pushed away the supporter, took out a new branding iron from the side, and mobilized the wounds still in his body. Unable to use the internal force skillfully, he slowly and solemnly engraved the word "Xing" on it, looked at it carefully, and finally put it into the stove with satisfaction.

The old pavilion master frowned and didn't say anything, Hao'er managed to treat him better, so there was no need to get into a stiff fight over such a trivial matter.

The young man turned around and looked at the mud-like shadow lying on the ground with an unpredictable expression, even the old pavilion master couldn't understand it.

Finally, when the soldering iron was burning red, the boy picked it up expressionlessly and walked forward slowly.

Immediately, someone violently pulled up the shadow on the ground. The shadow had long been unconscious and was being manipulated like a piece of rag. The soldering iron was getting closer and closer, almost making him feel the scorching heat. The clothes on his chest were roughly touched. Pulled apart, revealing pale and sickly skin.

The corner of the boy's mouth raised slightly, and he pressed the scorching iron hard on his chest.

"what--"

The shrill screams were accompanied by the sound of "sizzling", and there was a burning smell in the hall.

The shadow is like a fish in a dry rut, rolling and twitching non-stop, but being held down firmly, unable to escape the burning pain like a knife piercing a needle in his chest, and finally struggling to wake up on the verge of dying.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the indifferent young man in front of him. The crying in his mouth died down, and the whole person suddenly fell silent, motionless, letting the iron raging on his chest.

It wasn't until the piece of iron turned black and cold that the boy tore it off violently, the scorched flesh was torn apart, leaving only a bloody "OK" on Shadow's chest.

The bloody instrument of torture fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the shadow that lost the control of others drifted away like a leaf in the wind, falling into a slightly trembling embrace.

Regardless of his blood stains, the young man held him tightly in his arms amidst everyone's astonished eyes, leaned close to his ear, and spoke slowly in a voice that only two people could hear.

"Don't be afraid, I said that I will always protect you, and I will never break my promise. Remember the word 'Xing', the mountain looks up, and the scenery walks. It represents the meaning of following, and it is also my name. From now on From now on, it will only belong to you, I will accompany you, protect you, and never leave you behind, from then on, you and I will live together in this helpless world."

9: Shocking Change

When He Yu was struggling to wake up from his dream, the sound of killing had already come.

He lightly wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, raised his saber, and slowly and gently touched the brand mark on his chest with his right hand, and suddenly, the edge was revealed.

He Yu didn't bring many people with him, they were all the brothers who were in the same group as him at the beginning. The pavilion master transferred these people from the film department to Xuanji's subordinates, and they were specially sent by He Yu.

The night raiders were obviously aware of this, and they had a far superior number.This is a losing battle!

He Yu raised his sword and joined the battle. This was a losing battle, but he didn't need to win. All he had to do was delay the time until reinforcements arrived.

In the silent night, there were occasional barks of dogs, which were barely audible amid the clash of swords.

Night, dark and terrible!

Time passed by every minute and every second, it seemed to be fast, it seemed to be slow, and it seemed to be waiting for something.

The oppressive atmosphere became more and more serious, He Yu and the brothers all clenched the swords in their hands. They all had a common question in their hearts, but no one said it out. It was just that the fighting became more and more intense, and everyone agreed. He gave up his defensive self-defense style, and the sharp blade no longer cared about himself, but firmly guarded He Yu behind him.

Sword light and sword shadow, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Until the first person guarding He Yu fell down, he was still a little dazed, and even the sword in his hand began to tremble slightly.

Everyone spontaneously formed a circle to protect He Yu inside. His calm face was finally shattered layer by layer, followed by the belief in his heart. He shouted at everyone as if he was convincing himself: " Don't worry about me, protect yourself, hold on, the pavilion master will definitely send someone to save us, believe me, it will be done!"

Most definitely!Most definitely!He kept saying to himself from the bottom of his heart, trying his best to cover up the lingering uneasiness.

No one paid attention to him, they still used their flesh and blood to protect him.

The fight turned into a one-sided massacre, He Yu was firmly guarded behind the crowd, and watched with his own eyes the brothers who had fought side by side fell in front of him one by one, blood poured out from everyone around him, one layer at a time A layer was splashed on his luxurious clothes, as if even the moonlight was soaked in blood, and the wind wailed the cry of flesh and blood.

The reinforcements still did not come.

From belief to doubt, from hope to despair.

Until, he saw with his own eyes the last person fell in front of him, his face was stained with blood, and he looked around in a daze, the hand holding the sword began to tremble, even if they lost their lives, the person they wanted to protect Still doomed.

He Yu clenched the long sword in his hand. He couldn't die. He promised a person that he would live longer than him. His promise hasn't been fulfilled yet, so he can't die yet!

The reinforcements finally arrived, and after the last person beside He Yu fell down, they arrived quietly, like a divine soldier descending from heaven.

Shadow director, the sharpest sword of the owner of Haijiao Pavilion.

He Yu looked blankly at the corpses lying around him. These were his brothers, brothers who had lived and died together in adversity!

——— "My lord, you should follow the pavilion master, so that the pavilion master will not run to other clouds all day long..."

——— "My lord, this is a birthday gift I prepared for you, but please don't let the pavilion master see it, or it will be confiscated..."

——— "My lord, don't worry, we will always support you..."

----"grown ups!……"

----grown ups!grown ups!grown ups! ...

Laughing and cursing as if it was yesterday, those smiling faces turned into bloody corpses in an instant.

——— "Ayu, I allocated these people to you, and from now on they only listen to you alone, you should have the ability to protect yourself!"

Master, master, this ability to protect myself was obviously given to me by you!

Something was breaking in his heart, and He Yu stared blankly at the last person who died in the hands of the film director.

All of this is very much like a game. His master once taught him that the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

He looked at everyone in the film department, staggered back two steps, and wailed like a cuckoo crying blood, "So, this siege is not only about the rebels, but also..." He seemed to have exhausted everything in an instant. It took all the strength to spit out the last word.

"……I?"

Just one word exhausted him, and he suddenly smiled sadly, "You guys, are you... too early?"

The head of the film company, named Yan Yanlin, was the first group of people who followed Xingxing. They witnessed the relationship between the master and He Yu from acquaintance to love, from disagreement at the beginning, to being moved by the true feelings of the master at the end. It becomes a passing cloud...

As a subordinate, he can't organize masters, but he really feels worthless, even the master of the pavilion can change his mind, who in this world can believe it, the feelings of the superiors really shouldn't be taken seriously.

Facing the head of Xuanji's radical, he felt pity: "Master... let us take you back."

Maybe he still cares about you.

He Yuxiao was miserable and sad, "Go back? Why bother, wouldn't it be better to kill me?"

Yanlin was speechless, and he also felt that instead of taking him back, it would be better to kill him now. He Yu, who lost the protection of the pavilion master, would be scraped and shredded by everyone sooner or later.

He Yu looked at Remnant Ye in the sky in a daze, and slowly raised the sword in his hand.

Yanlin was immediately alert. If He Yuruo resisted, it would be really difficult.

Seeing his nervous appearance, He Yu just wanted to laugh, but couldn't. He quietly looked at the blood-stained sword in his hand, tore off his inner collar, and wiped it carefully, over and over again. It wasn't until the sword was as clean as ever that he breathed a sigh of relief, looking at it with nostalgia, his eyes sparkling and tender like water.

He finally whispered: "Bury them well for me."

Yan Lin's heart skipped a beat, "What are you going to do?"

He Yu didn't answer him, turned around and left.

"Stop him!"

"Get out of the way." He Yu looked at the shadow in front of him with an unusually calm expression.

"Are you crazy?" Yanlin panicked, frightened and angry, "Do you think you are still the head of Xuanji who held great power before? The pavilion master has already murdered you. At this time, you still dare to willfully disobey orders. Do you know what is waiting for you!"

As if He Yu hadn't heard of it, he put the sword back into its sheath, raised the long sword, laid it across his chest, and said again, "Get out of the way."

All the shadows trembled for a while, their eyes loosened, and for a moment they didn't know whether to give in, they all cast questioning glances at Yanlin.

Yanlin only thought that He Yu was crazy. The sword in his hand belonged to the pavilion master, which was passed down from generation to generation in the Nanshan family. In the past, the pavilion master handed over the sword to He Yu in front of everyone in the film department.

He said: "Seeing this sword is as if I am here in person. If one day, Ah Yu disagrees with me, you..." The lofty pavilion master looked at He Yu with a gentle smile, "Listen to him."

How did two people who could give their lives to each other become what they are now?

Yanlin couldn't figure it out,