Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

"It's snowing." Fu Liang said softly to Wen Qing's grave.

The snow fell silently, and the colorful colors were quietly covered by a vast expanse of white.

Fu Liang was dressed in a red dress, like a dazzling crabapple flower blooming in the white snow, lonely and cold, the snowflakes had already melted due to the internal force he radiated before reaching his clothes.

Holding the clear brown wine jug in his right hand, he occasionally brushed the white snow off the tombstone with his hand, as gentle as brushing off snowflakes on Wen Qing's head. He drank and said:

"Wen Qing, I made a special trip to say goodbye to you this time. The weather is getting colder and colder. It's time to find Su Muyao to avenge you and Shu Yuan... I don't have much confidence, but I will do my best. You are in the sky Should protect me?"

He couldn't help laughing out loud as he spoke, feeling a little silly.

"Whether it's dead or alive, I can't promise you "come back".So, today is the last time you and I meet. "

Fu Liang raised his head and raised the pot, and poured a shot of wine from the mouth of the pot. The clear wine bloomed on his lips and chin, and some slipped into his clothes along his clean and sharp chin.

He raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth casually, stood up and poured the remaining wine in the wine pot in front of Wen Qing's tomb: "Green Ant's new fermented wine, small red clay stove, it's snowing, you should also drink some wine to warm your body Bar."

In the end, he put the empty flagon next to the grave, put on his sword, burned down the hut where he lived for a long time, and went down the mountain to Xingyao Palace without any nostalgia.

At the foot of the mountain, he unexpectedly encountered a killer who was chasing him, and he guessed that on the way to Xingyao Palace, he would meet more desperate people.

There is no doubt that those people have become the souls of his sword, and they can be regarded as sacrifices for the battle between him and Su Muyao.

More than a month later, Xin Wuran presented a bronzing post with red crabapple flowers in both hands.

Ji Jiu picked up a corner of the post and sniffed the scent on it lightly: "It's actually the smell of orchid fragrance, he's quite elegant."

Immediately, he carefully opened it, and it turned out to be Fu Liang's gauntlet—"Tomorrow evening, behind the Xingyao Palace, at Jueming Cliff".

"Master, what shall we do next?" Xin Wuran nodded respectfully and asked.

"Go to set up the formation, be careful, don't be discovered." Ji Jiu ordered casually, with a somewhat nonchalant tone.

Xin Wuran: "Obey."

Fu Liang handed the letter of war to the servants of Xingyao Palace, but he didn't step into the boundary of Xingyao Palace, but stayed outside the boundary to meditate. The servants of Xingyao Palace received Ji Jiu's order not to disturb and To stop him, you can only observe him from a distance, and report back to the palace if you find any abnormal behavior.

Ji Jiu released Duan Xiao from the empty room. Duan Xiao's martial arts are still there, but because his reshaped body is relatively weak, he is wrapped up in black clothes tightly. He wears a bamboo hat with long and Waist black yarn.

Not only that, but he has limited mobility for the time being and can only sit in a wheelchair, mainly being pushed around by Xin Wuran. Xin Wuran's current task is to protect Duan Xiao's safety.

This is probably the mission he most wanted to fulfill in his life.

Under the octagonal pavilion with double eaves, Xin Wuran laughed at himself. He stood behind Duan Xiao, admiring the snow-covered scenery with him.

"Brother, this snow is so beautiful." Through the veil, Duan Xiao looked at the vast palace in the distance with half-closed eyes.

Behind that palace, the orange-red egg yolk was slowly sinking into the sea of ​​clouds, and the surrounding area was filled with rays of light.

Xin Wuran looked at the setting sun with feeling, and couldn't help answering, "Yes."

Duan Xiao asked again: "But no matter how beautiful it is, it's not as good as one ten-thousandth of the master, don't you think so? Brother."

Xin Wuran was suffocated by his question, and said quietly: "Junior brother, you are insane. Master is a person, and snow is a landscape."

Duan Xiao said again: "Thousands of scenery in the world are not as hot as Master in my eyes."

It was rare for Xin Wuran to get angry: "Junior brother! Don't say such rebellious words in the future."

Duan Xiao was a little puzzled, and asked naively: "Brother, what do you mean?"

Xin Wuran didn't dare to speculate too much on Su Muyao, and didn't dare to speak ill of him behind his back. After thinking about it, he said vaguely: "It's nothing, I'm worried...you will offend Master."

Duan Xiao sneered, and said in a coquettish tone: "How is it possible? I love Master, and Master also loves me. We are in love with each other. As long as the blood array is laid, Fu Liang will offer the heart of Xuerui with both hands tomorrow evening." When I go to school, as long as I have the heart of blood core, the master will love me even more, and at that time, the martial arts will be the world between me and the master."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and grabbed it out of thin air, and then held it tightly, as if he had firmly grasped Su Muyao's heart.

Xin Wuran sighed inexplicably, with Duan Xiao's stubbornness, it was impossible for him to justify him letting go of Su Muyao.

What's more, Su Muyao is clearly using Duan Xiao.

"What are you talking about?"

Just as Xin Wuran was thinking, Su Muyao led the servants in, and the face that hadn't been smiling for a long time was still filled with a smile as clear as a hibiscus.

Xin Wuran knew that it was because Fu Liang was at the foot of the mountain.

But Duan Xiao misunderstood that it was because he came out of the empty room, he turned his head to look at Su Muyao, and said excitedly: "Master, you are here."

Ji Jiu nodded slightly, and asked his servants to put pastries and wine on the stone table, and filled a small glass himself and handed it to Duan Xiao: "Although strong wine is good, it hurts your body. You are weak now, so you are suitable for drinking fruit wine."

When Duan Xiao raised his head to take the wine glass from his hand, he deliberately touched his fingertips restlessly with his fingers, and Ji Jiu smiled lightly without showing any resistance.

Duan Xiao sipped the fruit wine in satisfaction, the corner of his eyes was full of Su Muyao's shadow.

"Why don't you drink?" Ji Jiu also poured a glass for Xin Wuran and handed it to him.

Xin Wuran took it with lowered eyes and both hands respectfully.

While drinking fruit wine, Ji Jiu asked, "Is the blood formation ready?"

Xin Wuran took a few sips and replied: "Master, don't worry, all arrangements have been made for the disciples, and we will wait for Fu Liang to fall into the trap tomorrow."

Ji Jiu chewed on the walnut cake, and nodded vaguely: "Very good, very good."

He patted the pastry crumbs on his hands, lifted his dress and squatted down on one knee in front of Duan Xiao, raised his hand into the veil and caressed his left cheek: "Tomorrow the heart of blood core will be yours, your body is ready Okay, huh?"

Duan Xiao suddenly became short of breath, and held Su Muyao's hand holding his face tightly with both hands, his expression was intoxicated by the warmth and love/caress of his palm, and he said in a cheerful voice: "Master, don't worry, this disciple is ready, You can accept the heart of blood core at any time."

Looking at his sinking eyes, Ji Jiu said with peace of mind: "That's good, once you have the heart of blood, you won't need this wheelchair and bamboo hat."

Xin Wuran listened quietly, Su Muyao's hypocrisy was too obvious, and only Duan Xiao, who was obsessed with the authorities, was so obsessed.