beg for chivalry

Only at this time did Yubai Swordsman speak out, and he really started to play tricks on Jin Wu.First asked his name and surname, and then asked about the past one by one, Jin Wu was confused and just shook his head, and Yu Qiuxia was also dizzy and spoke incoherently.The two are like chickens and gooses, and in the end they only get entangled together.

Yu Qiuxia hugged Jin Wu and kissed for a while, her heart was in a daze, and she vaguely felt that this person should indeed be Jin Wu, but somehow she became the assassin of Houtianlou, a murderer who committed all kinds of evil Raksha ghost; he doesn't know how he had eaten the guts of a leopard tonight, and now he is doing something out of bounds with his young master.

"It must be... because of Chunxiaosan." He thought to himself, his head was burning faintly.

The two of them were on fire like dry wood, as they grinded together, even the slightly cool brick board was dyed with the heat bursting from their bodies.There were many pieces of broken porcelain on the ground, and the two of them writhed from the wall to the bed, Jin Wuchu was still pushing and shoving, but later the effect of the medicine became stronger, and they scratched his back like a slave, biting him from time to time, and gradually lost consciousness. Got patience.

The bright moon hangs in the pane like a shining silver plate.Jin Wu was lying in the red mandarin duck quilt, looking at the full moon dimly, Yu Qiuxia was leaning over to kiss him, when suddenly he saw a pale neck exposed under the messy skirt, with ink-like stab marks looming.When he opened his clothes, he saw a scorching Ruyi pattern engraved on the lute bone, and the black ink seemed to seep into the bone.

The wishful pattern of Houtianlou.

Yu Qiuxia's heart trembled. It's not that he had never seen it before, but he had never seen such a deeply engraved pattern, as if every knife was written with a heavy brush, and even the flesh could not be erased.This person is indeed the assassin of Houtianlou, with the karma of killing and blood feud to the bone.

Suddenly, Jin Wu slurred his words: "...it's dawn."

The swordsman reached out to touch his face in a daze, and said with a smile, "Not yet, it's far away. That's the moon, not the sun."

Jin Wu panted and shook his head, just staring blankly at the bright moon. When he took the medicine, he lost the previous hostility, and lay limply in the mandarin quilt, letting the other party play tricks for a long time.When Yu Qiuxia kissed him, he responded blankly, his eyes were empty.

After a while, he suddenly raised his hand and put it on Yu Qiuxia's neck.Yu Qiuxia thought he was having fun, but didn't want his neck to feel slippery, so he realized that Jin Wu was holding a piece of porcelain in his hand.

He had rolled on the ground before, so he hid the pieces of porcelain in his sleeve and waited for the opportunity to move without being noticed.

"You..." Yuqiu Xia knew that he couldn't avoid it, so he jumped up and down quickly.If the assassin stabbed the sharp porcelain piece aside at this time, he would be able to fly away immediately.

The man in front of him was no longer the young master of the Jin family who looked evil but was actually soft-hearted. He could see that Jin Wu was not like a person, but like a sharpened sharp knife, killing people and drinking blood, ungrateful and ruthless.He always felt that this shouldn't be the case, but he suddenly remembered the killing of Zuo Sanniang that Jin Wu said just now, and his heart was cut like a knife.

Jin Wu looked over his shoulder and stared straight at the moon.The assassin's mind was still in chaos, only the killing instinct remained. He could only see a round of white light hanging in the sky, as bright as day, and a messy scene suddenly flashed in his mind.

It seemed a long time ago, he was playing in the water under the eaves, and the courtyard was covered with fine rain curtains.The woman in the moonlight dress looked at him with a smile in the main room, with Ying Luo's hair and blue eyes as picturesque.His father was walking in the courtyard, leaning over the pot and carefully fiddling with the branches and leaves of begonias. He should be a hero on the battlefield, but somehow he was cowardly and kind-hearted like a white-faced scholar. Wiping chicken powder and apricot powder on his face, his mother laughed and said that he was a wimp in the frontier army.

The man carried him to the eaves, wiped off the drops of water from his nose with a silk cloth, and pointed outside. "Do you know what this is? Binghuo is shining brightly, and the sun is in the middle of the sky. That's how you got your name."

He wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue. "What's the good thing, when the sun comes out, mother will turn me to learn arithmetic again. I hope it will never climb the mountain."

The man just laughed, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Your mother gave you the name. She said she wanted to inherit the name from them, so she picked a word from her own name and gave it to you."

Knowing the reason, he was so angry that he jumped into the puddle, stomped a few times indiscriminately, and the clear water splashed onto the stone steps.The woman called his name in jerky Mandarin and giggled.

Jin Wuxiang looked at the hazy scene through a gauze curtain.It seems to be within reach, but in fact it is far away in the sky. There is him in this corner of the world, but he does not belong to him.

The soft voice of the woman harmonizes with the jingling of broken jade pieces.But he couldn't hear her words clearly, and couldn't remember the name that should have been placed on him.He lost himself, and there was no going back.

The eyes suddenly went dark, and the sky spun, and the dark tide seemed to embrace him into another memory.The previous bright and warm feeling faded away, leaving him alone in a sea of ​​blood.The cracked corpse was hung on the beam of the execution room, and a gleam of bleak skylight shone through the window panes, reflecting blood all over the ground.

Zuo Buzheng stood in front of him, Yasha ghost's face was stained with mottled blood, holding a nail board in her hand, with melted minced meat hanging on it, her bright red lips opened and closed.

"From now on, you are Yiqing. You are my good junior, the person I love the most, and no one else." Her voice was as cold as iron, but with unconcealable joy, she bent her head She came to touch his brow and eyes, "You have nowhere to go, you can only stay by my side."

He opened his eyes, so dry that no more tears came out.Yasha held a golden hairpin in his hand, it was his mother's favorite hairpin, on which were only blood-stained eyeballs, with green pupils.

"...I'm not easy." His molars bit into the meat, with a bitter smell of blood, he twisted his head stubbornly.

Zuo Buzheng smiled, "Then who are you? Answer me, what is your name?"

He searched, only to find to his horror that his mind was empty.The people from Kibe held him down and poured bottle after bottle of poisonous water into his mouth. He coughed and choked, his tears flowed, and his head seemed to have been hammered by an iron bone.

The name is gone, the past him is no longer him.

He stared blankly at the woman in the mountain-covered armor, and suddenly found that half of her face was squeezed between the nail boards, her eyeholes were empty, and she seemed to be weeping silently.It was his mother's face, with a flowery smile pierced by spikes, and half of it turned into bloody mud.Beheaded by the assassins, the body was stabbed on the top of Yunwan Mountain and exposed to the rain and sun, gradually rotting into a piece of flesh inhabited by fly maggots.

From now on, he is really alone and has nowhere to go.The first and last names seem to be buried in dust and mud, and the past is scattered like flying ash.

The assassin suddenly clenched the porcelain in his hand tightly, blood dripped from the palm of his hand, and spilled on the red shirt in a frightening way.

He slowly retracted his eyes, and his eyes fell on Yu Qiuxia.Jin Wu really couldn't remember who this person was, but this person kept pestering him, calling an unfamiliar name.Every time he calls, it can teach him to work harder, as if there are turbulent waves surging in his heart.

Tiredness made him unable to hold his eyelids anymore, Jin Wu bit the side of his tongue, and threw the tile aside, his palms were still bleeding.In his mind, he had rehearsed tens of thousands of encounters with Yubai swordsman, sometimes he was cut in half, and sometimes his bones were destroyed, but there was never a time as absurd as tonight.

"Kill me." Jin Wu murmured, the cyan blood was throbbing under his pale skin, his eyes were covered with dark clouds, and he looked straight at the man lying on him.

The loser is a bandit, and the Raksha ghost is walking on the road of Jihe and burning boats. If he wants to lose, he has to kill himself.

Pain and tiredness hit him, his eyelids trembled slightly, his voice weakened, but his words seemed to be unreasonable pleas. "Yu Qiuxia, kill me."

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The wooden claws hooked the stakes, and the little boat leisurely leaned against the shore.Zuo Sanniang lay on the edge of the boat and waited for a long time, her eyelids were clenched with fatigue.She stared at the pitch-black courtyard, not to mention the fire, there was not even the slightest sound.Bamboo branches protruded from the wall, casting a light shadow like ink marks on the ground, but this shadow was quickly lost in the boundless night.

The theater building stopped, and the sound of clappers echoed in the straight alley.There are still some colored papers scattered on the ground, and half of the Chinese character "囍" pasted on the lacquered door has peeled off and hangs limply, as if the festivities during the day were nothing more than a dream.

Mu Shiyi leaped ashore, and slid into the shadows like a cat, with his ears pressed against the wall. "It was strangely quiet, there was no sound of swords clashing."

San Niang yawned. "How can a dead person use a knife? Fifth brother must have killed that person quickly, and he is just dozing off at leisure." After all, after being together for several months and having made some friendships, she felt pity for that surnamed Yu for a moment, and felt in her heart I wish him not to haunt Jin Wu with his grievances, and he quickly stood up from the boat board, and commanded arrogantly, "Mu Shiyi, go inside and have a look."

The female guard bowed to her, and when she was about to jump up, she suddenly paused, leaned against the wall again, and pulled out the short knife that was glowing with coldness in her hand. "There are footsteps."

Mu Shishi was on guard, but Sanniang was overjoyed, and said in her heart: Could it be her fifth brother?Jin Wu has always been in danger, although he is always injured and red, he is always powerful.For him, killing a young disciple who is more than [-] years old on the Jianghu list must be easy for him.

A figure gradually emerged on the brick road, the footsteps were messy and heavy, and a corner of a green official uniform suddenly appeared in the dark door opening.Sanniang's eyes shrank suddenly, and she was shocked for a moment, but saw a figure stumbling out from the edge of the sill, holding another person in her arms.

She immediately saw clearly the appearance of the person being carried, wearing a crumpled jacket with gold thread, with a scratched Raksha copper mask covering his chest.Jin Wu seemed to have lost his mind, closed his eyes tightly, breathed intermittently with his head up, his usually pale face was flushed.

"Fifth brother!"

Zuo Sanniang hurriedly jumped up from the board of the boat, and hurriedly climbed ashore with splashes all over her body.Seeing this, Mu Shiyi rushed to her side like an arrow, guarding her vigilantly.She ran to Jin Wu's side and touched his forehead, it was terribly hot, not only that, his whole body was scalding hot, as if he had been rolled in boiling water.

The man holding him gasped and said, "Is he...was... wounded? He passed out suddenly."

Sanniang breathed out, then pinched his body carefully.When it touched his chest, Jin Wu's whole body trembled suddenly, almost jumping out of the man's arms like a fish.She frowned and said, "Oh, you stubborn bastard, you didn't tell me, your bones are broken again. Injury after injury, it never stops, and I don't know when it will heal? Fishing in dry lakes, hunting in burning forests, Why doesn't he know how to repent? He can only be a short-lived ghost in this life."

But she suddenly felt weird again, this fever didn't seem to be an ordinary crux, but rather some kind of strange drug/drug was put on her body, she suddenly became suspicious.

At this moment, she realized that there was another person in front of her, and when she raised her head, she bumped into that person's eyes in astonishment.The two of them looked at each other for a while, and both felt that the other was familiar, and at the same time they were shocked and said:

"... Yujiachen?"

"Sanniang?"

They stared at each other, pointed at each other and said in unison in horror, "Why didn't you die? ""

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Originally... I had a car, but I didn't drive it because of my age