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The teleportation talisman can only randomly teleport people to a specific place. Sheng Feng felt that his whole body was smashed on the wet ground in an instant. He covered his head with his hands and curled up subconsciously. The ground here is quite sloped. With large and small pieces of stones and soil, they fell all the way down the slope until they fell on the flat ground.

The blank consciousness began to slowly recover, and emotions almost saddened roaring, once again covering Shengfeng's world with a layer of black veil, his hands were covered with Huang Rongxin's blood, and the cold hidden weapon penetrated directly. The bone-chilling coldness on his master's back was enough to become an eternal shadow in his life.

But he can't stay here.

Sheng Feng covered his mouth that was still vomiting blood with one hand, supported the tree trunk closest to him with one hand and stood up with difficulty. moon.

"National teacher, that little mortal's teleportation talisman, do you really think I can't find you?" A word suddenly came out from behind, and Sheng Feng's whole body was drenched in cold sweat, even though he knew he couldn't escape. Lose.

Sheng Feng collapsed under the tree, leaning against the tree as if exhausted, did not answer a word, but closed his eyes heavily.

The memories of the past were like big raindrops crackling on Sheng Feng's body. The world made him feel extremely tired, but the kindness bestowed upon him by the heavens made it impossible for him to force himself to take revenge on the whole world like Shen Yan. world.

"I'm Huang Rongxin. You should understand your current situation, but thanks to your eyes, you are lucky. You have an extra path than other heinous criminals." The unshaven man in a khaki vest sat in front of him with a careless smile. chair.

Lin Feng's natural yin and yang eyes have brought him too much trouble. In fact, he doesn't believe this man who has always been close to him when he first met, let alone what he said these eyes brought him. Fortunately, however, he didn't have a good impression of this prison.

"I am a small minister of Guoan. Guoan is currently looking for special people like you across the country. You can choose to go back to Guoan with me to atone for your crimes, or you can choose to stay here to serve your sentence. The choice is yours, and I will respect it." Everything you think." Huang Rongxin's behavior is not at all like the leader of an agency, but more like a street gangster.

Lin Feng is willing to go anywhere, he has already disliked himself and the prison that has imprisoned him for several years, so he blurted out almost the second after Huang Rongxin finished speaking: "I'll go, as long as you take me I'm going anywhere when I leave prison."

Huang Rongxin squinted his eyes and looked at this beautiful boy carefully. He has seen Lin Feng's case no less than three times. Such a child should be raised in a greenhouse and have a happy childhood and a bright future, but now it is like this A simple torn piece of paper can break all Lin Feng's vision for the future.

"Then you will follow me to do things, and you will be called Master in the future, don't be too big or small all day long."

Sheng Feng separated himself from the pool-like dream, but he didn't open his eyes immediately, but relaxed his body to feel the current environment. His fingers touched the layers of brocade quilts laid under him. , I could clearly feel the coolness of the iron on my wrist, and someone was whispering outside the tent, but I couldn't hear it carefully.

The quilt he used should be the most precious and beautiful, and everything around him is very comfortable, but it is not the bamboo house in Fulin Valley.

"We have to take good care of the person inside. If there is any mistake, the Lord will swallow us alive." The voices outside the tent came from far to near, accompanied by the sound of fragmented utensils colliding, " You guys, check again to see if there are any sharp instruments in the temple that have not been put away."

Sheng Feng understands Su Jingran's personality. In his eyes, people can only be divided into those who can be used and those who cannot. Before Sheng Feng discovered that Su Jingran did not kill him in the Rafael Hotel. For Sheng Feng, it was not a fatal thing, but the sudden appearance of Huang Rongxin was completely unexpected. Su Jingran must have something to deal with before he insisted on bringing him back.

Huang Rongxin...Master...

Suddenly, Sheng Feng felt a deep pain in his heart. He clutched the quilt under him in pain, covered his choking mouth with one hand, turned over and curled himself up. The pillow was already wet with tears. However, this time he opened his eyes, and a murderous intent flashed in his beautiful eyes covered with a layer of mist.

Even if he risked his life, he would kill Su Jingran to pay for Huang Rongxin's life.

Two hours later, Sheng Feng gathered his clothes tightly and sat up. His wrists were bound by two black shackles, and two slender iron chains extended from the shackles to the four corners of the bed. His appearance almost drove Sheng Feng crazy, and he was tied to the bed by iron chains of different lengths.

The servants were very winking, they only had to look at each other, and they were divided into two groups, one group went to prepare food for Sheng Feng, and the other group went to the main hall to inform Su Jingran, while Sheng Feng leaned expressionlessly on the couch Close your eyes and rest.

Su Jingran arrived surprisingly fast, he seemed to be a little younger than before, who sucked up resentment for a living, he was wearing a luxurious brocade garment punctured with gold thread, stepped into the room with light steps, and just waved his sleeves. After retreating from the entourage, Sheng Feng slowly opened his eyes, which were still a little empty.

"I never thought it was a mistake to assist you, and I didn't regret it until I died, but now I understand that the gentleman I decided to assist when I was ten years old has been pushed into the abyss of imperial power by me, and his body was smashed to pieces." Sheng Feng said indifferently , there was no trace of sullenness in his tone, but the hand hidden in his sleeve had already clenched into a fist.

Su Jingran smiled, as if he didn't care about Sheng Feng's words at all. He raised his wide sleeves, picked up the porcelain bowl from the tray, and dried the bowl of white porridge leisurely. Finally, he sat on the edge of Sheng Feng's bed and put the The bowl of porridge was handed to Sheng Feng: "That bastard is trying to please you like this? It's a good thing he went to war for you, but a bastard is a bastard, Shen Zhuyao, he is not worthy of you, he is only worthy of being a servant in your house .He is not worthy of your protection, staying with me is your only way out."

"He's not worth it, so you are worth it, Slavery Ghost King?" Sheng Feng raised his eyes, keeping the farthest distance between his body and Su Jingran's hand as much as possible.

Su Jingran was not annoyed at all, he hooked his lips, and put the bowl of porridge on the table beside him: "Master, listen to my advice, you better forget about that little bastard, you escorted him back to Xi'an with all your life." Yijing, after he went back, he didn't think of you at all."

Sheng Feng's eyes moved slightly. He didn't know how long he had been in a coma. The news blockade prevented him from judging the exact time. He showed a puzzled expression to Su Jingran: "What do you mean?"

Su Jingran smiled and said: "You are losing both energy and blood, and every time you activate the magic circle, your body is continuously overdrawn. It has been seven days since I brought you back, and these seven days, I thought Shen Yan would lead his troops to attack Nugu However, after he passed the weakest moment, he chose to stay still, and even - he didn't come to inquire about your disappearance at all."

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Sheng Feng finally showed a complex look on his face. Su Jingran felt comfortable with his reaction. After a thousand years, Su Jingran experienced all kinds of monsters and ghosts, and ten percent of them gave in to him. tough.

But in terms of not asking for anything in return and being sincere, there is only one Shen Zhuyao. He is not without love, but he is naturally indifferent to him. If Shen Zhuyao had not died back then, his weight would not be comparable to the imperial power he was thinking about.

"Shen Yan probably thought that you were already buried in the sea of ​​fire. By the way, do you recognize the mortal who suddenly rushed into the circle of fire that day? I'm afraid you won't be able to save him if he was injured like that. It's really stupid. Are you familiar with it?" Su Jingran said from Don't feel sad at all for the lives of mere mortals. It was like this before, and it hasn't changed at all now.

The tingling sensation was like an iron hook gouging out Shengfeng's flesh and blood over and over again. In order to hide all his emotions, he picked up the bowl of porridge and drank it spoon by spoon. Swallow hard.

Su Jingran saw that Sheng Feng was willing to eat, so he stood up satisfied: "It seems that the national teacher is no longer as stubborn as before, A Yao, as long as you are obedient, I will definitely not treat you poorly."

Sheng Feng didn't hear what Su Jing came and said. When the porridge bottomed out and the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth dripped into the bowl, he raised his head slightly. A solitary candle was burning bitterly in the cold palace, all the palace people had withdrawn from the palace, only Sheng Feng was left in the empty hall.

The blood pooled at the bottom of the bowl, and blood kept overflowing from Sheng Feng's mouth. He couldn't make any swallowing movements at all, and could only watch his own blood flow down the wall of the bowl into the bowl weakly.

A crow's cry resounded through the sky, and Sheng Feng vaguely heard the closed window being pushed from the outside. Under the faint candlelight, a black figure rolled vigorously on the ground and rolled into the hall. Sheng Feng remembered that The person's steps moved, almost instantly, the extremely tense nerves were completely relaxed, and the sitting body began to fall under the bed, but he did not fall on the cold ground.

Shen Yan held him in his arms, and the ghost pill in Sheng Feng's body began to feel the breath of the original owner slowly adjust, and his strength gradually returned to his body, Sheng Feng felt much better, and tears silently wet Shen Yan's face chest.

"I'll take you away right away, at worst, I'll fight to the death..." Shen Yan couldn't stand Sheng Feng being tortured like this.

Sheng Feng pressed his hand, shook his head silently, raised his tear-stained eyes and choked up, "My master is gone...Shen Yan..."

Shen Yan was slightly taken aback, and hugged him tighter: "I'm here."

"My master...is gone...Shen Yan...my master...is gone..." Sheng Feng seemed to be unable to suppress the heart-piercing pain at all, he buried his head In Shen Yan's arms, it seems that no one can hear his cries, "Shen Yan...I am in so much pain...It really hurts...It hurts so much..."

"It doesn't hurt anymore, Yao, it will stop hurting after you bear it, good Yao... good... good..."

Shen Yan patted Sheng Feng's back tirelessly, wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, and comforted him time and time again. He seemed to be able to empathize with Sheng Feng's pain. A person and a ghost huddled in the shadow of the hall alone. Together, nothing can separate them.