The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Fang Cun hugged "Thunder Gaba" and watched it for a day. This little Huangwen, which has been serialized for 10086 chapters and has no finale, gave Fang Cun a severe blow to his soul.

On the way back to Yuge, he was still out of his mind, and he would unconsciously repeat the soft words he had just read in the book in his mind. When he closed his eyes, it was a warm and fragrant picture.

Thinking of facing the two protagonists on Xiangtashang soon, Fang Cun stood in front of Gan Ting's house for a long time, daring not to go in, smashing his head with a hydrangea frantically.

"Help, why do you want me to experience such suffering in life."

"Zhi-" the wooden door opened slowly, and a light shone on Fang Cun from inside the room.

Gan Ting was stunned for a moment while stroking the hand on the gate of the palace, and after only a moment, he regained his composure and asked, "Why are you back?"

Of course Fang Cun noticed his strangeness, and looked behind him involuntarily.

"His Highness came back, and thought that His Highness and Miss Sun's family hit it off right away, and they were going to laugh about life."

The sudden appearance of Xu Zinian perfectly blocked Fang Cun's line of sight, so that Fang Cun couldn't see inside the house even if he stood on tiptoe.

"I'm here to ask you for help. Help me take off the gem beads and gold pieces on it." Fang Cun simply ignored it, and stuffed the hydrangea ball into Gan Ting's arms.

"Give it up." Fang Cun unceremoniously pushed Xu Zinian away, and stepped in.

The wind brought by Fang Cun's passing slightly blew the broken hair on Gan Ting's forehead.

Gan Ting held the fiery red and joyful hydrangea ball, a faint indifference appeared in the deep eyes under the hair, pinched his fingers heavily, and sank deeply into the hydrangea ball, and then the wind passed without a trace.

It was true that there were only Gan Ting and Xu Zinian in the room, nothing unusual, but when he thought of this lonely man and widow living in the same room, Fang Cun became delusional again.

Can't help but gossip: "Gan Ting, have you two slept together?"

"Of course I slept." Gan Ting calmly replied while removing the gemstones from the hydrangea: "I was persecuted by you back then, and I had nowhere to go, so I could only live in the same room with Ah Nian."

"Why are you talking about the past again?" Fang Cun scratched his head embarrassedly, "I didn't mean that."

"I mean..." Fang Cun hesitated to speak, the old man blushed, "That's just..."

Gan Ting raised his head, a self-evident glance flashed in his eyes, Fang Cun's scalp was numb from the look, he waved his hand, "Forget it."

"Of course not, what's going on in your mind every day." Gan Ting denied it.

On the other hand, Xu Zinian didn't seem to get it yet, so he asked innocently, "What? What stimulated you?"

Fang Cun poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip, "It's exciting, it's too exciting."

"Okay." Gan Ting handed Fang Cun the gems and gold pieces that had been deducted.

Without gem embellishment, the originally complicated and gorgeous hydrangea becomes unpretentious.

Fang Cun took the gemstone with a smile, and walked away in a cool way, entreating as he walked: "This hydrangea is useless, so let it be with you, don't throw it away, or that Miss Sun has a bad temper."

He ran very fast, walking like flying, and quickly drilled back into his room, and took out a projector from his sleeve.

That's right, a projector.

Fang Cun asked Chi Xiu to install a camera in the hydrangea, and asked Gan Ting to dismantle the gems to dispel his suspicions, so he successfully placed the hydrangea in Gan Ting's room to monitor their every move.

It's very perverted, but the size is also for survival.

Today, he always felt that Gan Ting and Xu Zinian were weird, as if they were plotting something big, Chi Xiu abandoned him again, and Fang Cun chose to be a voyeur by himself in order to save his life.

The projector is very clear, projecting the neighbors, capturing their every move.

"Little Tianzun." Xu Zinian took out a pack of medicine and handed it to Gan Ting.

Gan Ting took it calmly, and the already gloomy brows became more gloomy, "I never thought that one day I would use this kind of trick."

Xu Zinian patted him on the shoulder, "Tomorrow, end all of this."

Fang Cun seemed to have heard some big secret, and was dumbfounded, "End what... end my life..."

In the picture, Gan Ting is caressing the pack of medicine in his hand, and there is a yellowed letter next to it.

"The silver needle in the prison didn't pierce the little Tianzun. We were lucky, but we can't be lucky every time." Xu Zinian said solemnly: "On the days when the knife hangs around the neck, the only way to kill Fang is to kill him." It’s going to be the end of it.”

"I really didn't expect that the needle was stabbing at me..." Gan Ting lowered his head in thought, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and the indifference on his face could be seen clearly.

Fang Cun knew that Gan Ting couldn't hear the projection, but he still wanted to say, "I'm the one with the knife hanging around my neck."

Fang Cun couldn't hear what they were discussing next, most of them were plans for how to kill Fang Cun tomorrow.

It took Xu Zinian a long time to leave. After he left, Gan Ting sat alone, measuring the pack of medicine in his hand with downcast eyes.

Fang Cun didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing the details on Gan Ting's face.

He couldn't understand it. Although he was completing the transformation these days, after going through so many things, he could be regarded as half a friend anyway. It would be unjust to think about killing him all day long.

Fang Cun kept cursing inwardly with his mouth chattering, and didn't notice the black figure behind him at all.

The candle flame danced with the breeze blowing from the window, making the unique and eerie sound of sparks. There seemed to be no shadow under the feet of the person behind him. He was dressed in a black robe like a ghost, and slowly approached from behind Fang Cun.

"boom!"

Fang Cun's pupils constricted, and a sharp pain in the back of his neck made him turn around with difficulty.

The man in black approached swiftly, Fang Cun was stunned and panicked for a moment, but all the expressions he should have were followed by his eyes darkening, and he fainted on the ground powerlessly.

The candles were extinguished one by one, and the night was silent.

The man in black took off his cloak, and it was clearly Xu Zinian's face.

"Fang Shenyue."

Hearing someone calling him, Fang Cun slowly opened his eyes, a burst of severe pain rushed straight to the bottom of his heart, he instinctively wanted to turn his body to reduce the pain, but even a little movement, the pain was even worse.

'I'm going, where is this? '

Lying square inch, only one arm can be seen from this angle. The arm is paralyzed in a pool of blood and wet soil. It is covered with dense pinholes, and a thick and long iron nail is stuck on the joint. The person who did it is very cruel. , and even a few places were directly torn off the skin, exposing the flesh and blood inside.

It seems to be raining.

The cold raindrops hit Fang Cun's body bit by bit. It was obviously light rain, but it was still a dull pain when it fell on the flesh.

The rain blurred his vision, Fang Cun raised his eyes with difficulty, only to see a pair of black Panlong boots walking on the filthy wet soil in front of him.

'Gan Ting? '

He opened his mouth, wanting to call the name of the person in front of him, but there was only a sobbing sound like a child babbling.

Gan Ting held the oil-paper umbrella and knelt down slowly to cover some of the rain for him.

"Fang Shenyue, it can't be me and Ah Nian having nightmares every day, it's your turn."

Fang Cun shook his head in horror, and wanted to explain hoarsely, but because his tongue was pulled out, he couldn't say anything.

"A Nian, haven't you always wanted to feed Fang Shenyue's heart to the Pixiu in your pool?" Gan Ting stood up unhurriedly, "Do it."

"it is good."

Xu Zinian was dressed in a lavender gray robe, which looked elegant and refined amidst the blood and mud, but he held a shiny dagger in his hand to kill him.

Cut heart? !

This scene... Could it be Fang Shenyue's ending?

The pain all over his body reminded him that this was the end of Fang Shenyue, and he was about to die. If he wanted to survive, he had to save himself.

Fang Cun was hoarse, but he couldn't say anything, he couldn't do anything. For the first time, he felt powerless, so he could only shake his head desperately.

'Why did I jump to the finale all of a sudden, don't do that! '

"mother!"

This is the only word that Fang Cun uttered after trying a million times.

Not only Xu Zinian was stunned in place, but Fang Cun was also trembling all over.

It wasn't his roar at all.

Fang Cun understood at this moment that Fang Shenyue was still inside this body, and Fang Cun could only feel his pain and experience his ending.

"boom!"

The purple bamboo umbrella stabbed straight into Fang Cun's body, and bright red blood gushed out, but Gan Ting seemed still not relieved, and stabbed the tip of the umbrella another inch.

"That's my mother! You bastard who doesn't even know who your parents are!"

Fang Cun gritted his teeth to endure the sudden pain.

But Fang Shenyue didn't seem to be a person with strong endurance, Fang Cun could clearly feel that his heart was being twisted like a knife, and he called his parents heartbreakingly.

"You're a bastard."

Gan Ting has been completely swallowed up by hatred, he cursed furiously, because of his anger, thunderstorms, lightning and thunder, strong winds, mixed with rain poured down.

"I'm not a bastard..."

The sky became darker and darker after another. Amidst the roar of thunder and lightning, Fang Cun seemed to hear the most helpless sorrow in Fang Shenyue's heart.

"I'm not a bastard..."

"Ah Nian, gouge out the heart of this bastard!"

As soon as the words fell, Fang Cun's body was kicked over, and he was facing the dark cloudy sky on his back, and the rain slapped his face mercilessly.

"I have parents..."

Fang Shenyue was still talking in his mind, but Xu Zinian's dagger had already penetrated into his chest, inch by inch, slowly sinking in.

Fang Shenyue seemed to have calmed down, staring blankly at the sky, his lips trembling slightly, and wanted to say something, but finally gave up.

The viscous sound of the sharp knife cutting through the flesh seemed not so obvious in the thunder.

Depression and suffocation flooded Fangcun's heart, but before the heart could feel it, it stopped beating.