beg for chivalry

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After talking about everything, Yan Jiubian closed his mouth, sat in the tea room and silently stared at the bustling heads in the street.

All of a sudden, the Clothes Ghost seemed to be tired, and he lowered his head and fiddled with the jade wrench between his fingers.These words have been hidden in my heart for a long time, and now they are all bloody dug out.His eyes were lowered, and he was silent.

Yu Yiwei was at a loss, raised his head and sneaked into the tea room a few times, but didn't know where to start.

He had seen the Golden Crow who dug out from the suitcase and killed several Houtianlou assassins with agility and agility. His expression was cold and serious, just like Mo Luo's evil spirit.That is the real Rakshasa in black, Jiuli Fengdi.Although the fake Rakshasa in front of him also has a hostile spirit, he is much more restrained.But he only knew that the Suoyi Ghost had deep-seated hatred for the Jinwu, and he never thought that there was such an entanglement between the two.

"So...you...uh, young master. Do you still consider him a friend now?"

"How is it possible? To a person who abandoned you desperately, it is impossible to justify not being an enemy, how can he be a friend?" Yan Jiubian sneered, looked into the distance with his chin propped up, and muttered to himself, "...I can't even return went."

But there seemed to be a layer of indelible sadness in this man's eyes, which sank in his eyes like black ink.When Yu Yi didn't look up, he caught a glimpse of his fair and jade-carved side face, which was as thin and fragile as plain paper, and thought to himself.

"There is absolutely no friend in the Houtianlou. Everyone is climbing up the mountain of corpses, or turned into minced meat." Yan Jiubian murmured, and suddenly smiled at Yu Yiwei, "Now counting , I have lived in Houtianlou for more than ten years, which is considered a long time."

Yu Yiwei trembled all over: "How long does an ordinary assassin live?"

"Short days and weeks, but most of them are months, and some live for a year or two. People are the most unusable things, and they are not forged and mended like swords and iron clothes. If they lose arms, limbs and feet, they will be considered useless. Half of it." Yan Jiubian said casually, "That's why I said that Jin Wu's life is hard, and he can survive several times of hearing orders. But now he has also been stuffed into a suitcase and sank to the bottom of the river, so he will not survive."

"...Do you regret it?"

After finishing speaking, Yu Yi bit his tongue suddenly, what does "will regret" mean?How can a demon who kills without batting an eye feel sad for the loss of human life.

But the way he looked at the Cloaked Ghost was so lonely, it seemed to be covered with frost and snow, wandering in the wind bewilderedly.Perhaps Jin Wu was his first and last friend, and from then on, all he had left were ferocious fangs and turned into a ghost.

Sure enough, two sharp sword-like gazes suddenly swept down and stabbed him coldly.Yan Jiubian stared at Yu Yi for a long time before he sneered slightly, "Well, maybe it will."

"Do you know how I lived after I left Lei's house? In the six years since then, I have never been able to sleep at night, and I can hear the sound of happy bells in my dreams. Ding Lingling, Ding Lingling Wandering in my ears, lingering, and then he'd come down from the sky like a god and pull me out of the dog pit."

"I had nightmares for six years. Fortunately, I heard the ringtone of joy every night, and I was saved by him every night. But only that time, I counted 60 ringtones, but he never came to save me."

Yan Jiubian took a sip of tea, swallowed the bitterness into his throat, but his brows were slightly loosened.

"...So I will regret it. I will regret the night I met him in Zhongzhou, and the day I recognized him as a friend."

On the way back to the mountain post, Yu Yi didn't hold the reins, and bumped the horse in a daze, always thinking about what Yan Jiubian said.

There are no friends in Houtianlou?He felt that this statement was true, after all, these murderous assassins were all like wolves and tigers, and if they were not paying attention, they might be stabbed in the back.But he always felt that although Jin Wu looked cold and alienated, he also cared to help him; Huo Qi had shot a few fireballs at Yu Zhixu, making him hate him, but during the period when he was pretending to be an assassin, he was everywhere. take care of.

Sometimes he felt that he should hate these evil spirits to the bone, and sometimes he felt that there seemed to be a human in them.He himself is a coward, even if he hates people, he can't be cruel...Yu Yiwei was so distraught that he galloped to the mountain post with his horse's belly between his legs.

From a distance, I could see a puff of black smoke burning on the road leading to the mountain post, towering like a cloud.The sound of shouting and killing was deafening, and the sound of trampling horseshoes came like a shower.

Yu Yiwei felt something was wrong, he reined in the reins and braked quickly, turned his head and asked the assassin who was also galloping on the horse, "What's going on in front?"

That was the mountain post where the Houtianlou Assassins settled down on weekdays, it was close to Chengyi.Although staying with a group of murderous ghosts all day is really uncomfortable, but maybe after sleeping on the straw bunk there for a few days, some feelings arose in Yu Yiwei's heart.

The assassin said in surprise: "—Maybe it's the Tubu traitors attacking! A few days ago... the young master has already informed all the ministries with a secret order, saying that the Tubu is secretly seizing Houtianlou's mountain posts all over the world. Nest, I didn't expect it to come so fast!"

After hearing this, Yu Yiwei breathed a sigh of relief, and blurted out: "...So it's my own."

He couldn't help but think of how Wang Taipa, the head of the soil tribe in Zizhou, took Jinwu's purse and wanted to give him a little money, and he couldn't help feeling slightly relieved.The man with the scruffy beard was not a bad breed, and he took good care of him.

But when Fang blurted it out, he broke out in a cold sweat and realized that he had slipped his mouth.

"I'm a fart!" the assassin was furious, "Tube betrayed a long time ago! Are you from Houtianlou!"

Yu Yi smiled against his will: "I... well, I can't help but feel bad for Zuo Louzhu. Besides, the Tubu are all poor people and drunkards. How much monthly money can I ask from them than in the building?"

To be honest, the monthly money Houtianlou gave was really a lot, as much as 50 taels of silver per month, even a rich lady could not receive this amount.It's a pity that human life is too short, if you receive enough money for a lifetime, you are doomed not to enjoy a lifetime of life.Yu Yiwei saved money for the time being, and decided to send the money back to his father to buy a big house after getting out of this dog's place.

The assassin snorted, reluctantly acknowledging his words.He clamped the horse's belly, and instantly flew out like an arrow, rushing towards the mountain post where the smoke was billowing.

Seeing the assassin galloping away, Yu Yiwei swayed slowly behind, pacing slowly by the wall of the mountain station in embarrassment.He was still thinking about whether to go in and be a helper, his martial arts are so weak, he can only put on a few airs.What's more, Houtianlou is full of bad guys who make people frown, if he enters rashly, he might be cut off half of his head by the "insider" of the soil department, and die for nothing.

Mrs. Wang and Jinwu had hinted to him that Tubu might come to harass Houtianlou again and again, just to make Zuo Buzheng look away from Zizhou Luoquan, so as to teach them to make a big move there. .They also told Yu Yiwei that if he saw people from Tubu, he should stay away, because after all, swords have no eyes, and they hurt people mercilessly.

"That's right... silver!"

Yu Yiwei slapped his head, suddenly anxious, remembering that his 100 taels of silver were being stuffed into the brown bag of the soap robe and buried in the haystack in the mountain post.

That's the money he earned in exchange for his life in the waiting building!Although there were a lot of dirty things during the period, his life was spared. If all the money was wasted, it would really make people beat their heads.Thinking of this, he didn't even care about the danger, he turned his head and rushed into the mountain post heroically.

All I could see was thick smoke covering the sun, and wood ash rising into the sky.The black smoke is like a giant beast, entrenched under the sky.A raging fire like a red lotus sprang up from the post tower, devouring the hall mercilessly with crackling sounds.The heat wave hit his head and face, as if he was about to drown him in the scorching heat.

There was the clanging sound of swords colliding on the roof of the rolling shed, and it sounded like someone was fighting there.One can vaguely see figures like crows and swallows twisting together in mid-air, swords, lights, swords and shadows coming and going.This place is really extremely dangerous, maybe if you don't pay attention, it will affect yourself.

But Yuyi didn't think about his 100 taels of silver, so he jumped to the well in the post, picked up a bucket of water from the orange, and poured it on his body, until he was drowned.He tore off another piece of cloth to cover his mouth and nose, and Mangtou rushed into the hall.

The brick walls were blackened by the smoke, and all I could see were the flames.Yu Yiwei only felt that his skin was scorched, and he crawled in through the slumped door.

Fortunately, the fire hadn't reached the house where he usually lived. There were only bare earth walls on all sides in the house, and haystacks were piled beside the walls.Every night he would pull out a few bales of soft hay, lie on it and fall asleep sweetly.But now this imminent situation can't help Yu Yiwei to think too much, he pulled out a crumpled shirt from it with a burning heart, touched the hard silver inside, luckily it was still there.

With these 100 taels of silver, there is no need to worry about the rations during this period.Yu Yi didn't make up his mind, so he slipped out of the mountain post and hid somewhere, until the people from the Tubu made a fuss before climbing out.

The heavy silver was hot in his arms, as if it was about to burn.He hurried through the burning hall, and now he heard a faint cry amid the crackling of the fire:

"...Seventeen, fire seventeen!"

Shouting the name of the assassin he pretended to be.Yu Yi turned her head in panic, only to see a bloody figure crouching under the collapsed roof beams.Shui Shijiu's face was scorched black, dying, staring at him with bloodshot eyes, fingers trembling and stretching forward with all his might.

"Help...me. I...can't move, give me...a hand, please..."

He mourned and begged for mercy, like a stray dog ​​bereaved, completely lost his former arrogant appearance.

Yu Yi stopped in a daze.Shui Shijiu was fighting with the Tube assassin just now, when he accidentally fell from the gap in the roof and was nailed to the ground by the broken beam.

This person has never given Yu Yiwei a good look, and always puts on a taunting look.When he escaped from the mansion where the disciples of the Tianshan Gate were massacred and got into the carriage of the assassins in a daze, it was Shui Shijiu's sword that pierced his palm hidden under the carriage; When killing someone, it was Shui Nineteen who held his hand with a sneer, causing the sword to penetrate the other person's chest.

These days, it was also Shui Shijiu who suspected him everywhere, putting him in danger several times.

For a while, Yu Yiwei felt mixed emotions.He twisted his head and walked a few steps, wanting to let the suspicious ghost be burned alive here.But by a strange coincidence, he stepped back tremblingly.

Shui Jiujiu's gaze was the same as Yan Jiubian's gaze he saw today, like stagnant water soaked in ink, but there was a glimmer of hope.He faintly recalled the words he heard today, counting over and over again in the dark underground palace, the fear and despair from one to 60 seemed to surge into his heart.Perhaps Shui Nineteen was also like the clothes-snatching ghost back then, begging frantically for someone to help him when he was on the verge of death.

He is such a coward, even a murderous ghost can't bear to kill him.

Yu Yiwei walked up to Shui Nineteen, tremblingly and condescendingly looking at the evil ghost who was firmly pressed under the beams and pillars, and howling because of being roasted in the sea of ​​fire.

In the end, he freed up a hand and tightly grasped Shui Nineteen's wrist.

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In class... busy... I don't have to improve my words and sentences (′д?)