I'm going to fight

Situ Che turned his head and saw himself in the mirror with the same expression, not quite understanding what Fusang meant.He looked down the mirror, his eyes slowly widening.The young man's slender neck was so fragile that it seemed to be broken at any moment. On his thin back, there was an ugly scar running from his right shoulder to his lower back, which was constantly oozing blood, but this was not the reason for his surprise.

The entire back is bright red and sea blue interlaced, the totem of Suan Ni.The complex lines twist and turn, and a proudly standing Yanlong is vividly depicted.What's weird is that it seems to be blended with something. The tattoo presents two completely discordant colors. There is no transition, but they are naturally and closely combined, as if they were born with it. The blue should be together.

Situ Che stared blankly at the totem, "How could it be..."

"Does Your Highness have any impression of this totem?" Fusang asked softly.

"Well, this is the logo of the Dragon Clan, and it doesn't usually show up, but everyone has it, but..." Situ Che bit his lip and said slowly, "But, mine is all red, why does it become like this now? Looks like it!"

"Fusang heard that the automatic appearance of the totem is a proof that the owner is near death. And the mixed colors..." Fusang studied his expression for a while, confirmed that he was not lying, and touched the blue part with his fingertips, "Your Highness, this is the oath." , have you ever made any agreement with anyone?"

"No... Ah!" Situ Che shook his head, but suddenly remembered the dream just now, and stammered, "I dreamed... Maybe it was about the incident with Yazi before, a very strange ceremony where the blood of two people was smeared On the lapis lazuli, I don’t know what mantra to chant, the stone glows..."

Surprise flashed across Fusang's eyes, and her gaze towards Situ Che became complicated. She whispered, "Your Highness, do you remember the bag that fell out of His Highness Yazi's robe when you asked for ice sculptures from His Highness Yazi in heaven."

"...Ah, it's the one with 'Oath' written on it, I laughed at him then!"

"I'm afraid it's the oath His Highness made with him. I don't know what Fusang is." Fusang's palm was on Situ Che's back, and the palm shimmered.

Seeing that the lines gradually became lighter, Situ Che asked softly, "Well, little Fusang, do you think it's strange that I like Yazi?"

"Fusang is even more surprised that His Highness has feelings. As for His Highness Yazi, it is really great to be favored by His Highness." A faint smile appeared on Fusang's lips. I've done it many times...with the murder weapon, I never thought that His Highness would risk his life for someone."

She didn't say that when she saw the corpses of those people in the yard, all of them were fatal with one blow, and there were no redundant wounds. It could be seen that they didn't even hesitate to strike for half a second.

No wonder even the demons want to bring His Royal Highness Suan Ni under their command. Such a fearsome killing god is completely different from His Royal Highness Yazi. He does not follow his desires, but follows his orders to plunder.Such gods are simply more demonic than the demons.

"I love Yazi." Situ Che lowered his head and played with the blue hair hanging from his shoulders, his eyes were gentle, "Even if I didn't know it, I always guarded my Yazi."

Not giving up, not possessing, between giving up and possessing, there is a word called "waiting".

At this moment, he finally understood what Shen meant——

"As soon as you see him, you will feel that he is the destined person. No matter how far you go, he will still wait for you at the same place. No matter how far you go, you are still for him."

Fusang's hand paused, she shook her head, and after a while she smiled and said, "Your Highness, you will definitely find His Highness Yazi, won't you?"

"……Um."

"Okay, it's only for a while, let the doctor prescribe the medicine." Fusang got off his bed and chanted a few spells, and the people in the room woke up as if nothing had happened.

The doctor first changed the medicine on his right palm, and reminded him: "Master, please use your right hand carefully, if there is any serious injury, this hand will be considered useless."

"Okay." Situ Che grinned in pain.

Then there was the back injury... Situ Che only had one feeling, and that was... the wound medicine in the human world really hurts!

"Speaking of which, Xiao Qingrang and Xiao Jingzhao didn't come, so I'm a little lonely..." Situ Che had a back injury and couldn't sleep lying down, not even on his side, so he could only sleep on his stomach. After taking the medicine, he obediently Lie on the bed and look straight out the door.

Fusang was about to sleep, when he heard his thoughts, he rolled his eyes, "Come on, one of them is sick and the other is in confinement, can they escape?"

Before he finished speaking, the door was gently pushed open, and a small head poked out from behind the door.

As soon as he saw that height, Situ Che knew who it was without him having to ask.Xiaoxiao's limp body moved slowly in the dark, bumped into the wooden table and fell, making a loud noise, followed by gasping.

"……Hey."

Situ Che got up from the bed and walked accurately to the wooden table.

"Big brother..."

As soon as he hugged him, Situ Che heard Jing Zhao's nasal call, and couldn't help feeling amused, "It hurts?"

"Um……"

Situ Che had no choice but to squat down to show him, his white and tender calves were bruised from the collision, and his big flickering eyes kept shedding tears.He rubbed Jing Zhao's head, and blew on his calf: "Come on, it hurts to fly, it hurts to fly...does it still hurt?"

This is a game he and Yazi played when they were young. The young Yazi often fought alone, even if he was seriously injured, he would not say anything. The young Yazi looked down with expressionless contempt.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Jing Zhao shook his head, seeing that Situ Che had lit the lamp, and the wound on his upper body and back was grim, so he stood up and approached him.The blue silk that is usually tied up hangs down on the white shoulders like jade, lazy and gorgeous, with an inviolable dignity faintly.What was incongruous was his bloody back. When his eyes flicked over the dark red scar, Situ Jingzhao's eyes darkened.

Just as Situ Che was about to turn his head, he felt a chill on his back. It turned out that Jing Zhao was gently tracing his intact skin with his fingertips. He heard Jing Zhao's guilty voice, "Brother, it would be great if you didn't come to save me."

"Say one more word and I'll slap you against the wall, and I can't even pick it off!" Situ Che turned his head and pointed at his head.

Jing Zhao lowered his head, "I'm so useless, I can't help you with anything, and I even hurt you... If something happens to the elder brother..."

"I'm fine now. Even if something happens, I won't seek revenge from you, okay?" Situ Che smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's not because of that kind of thing!" Jing Zhao, who was in tears, glared at him.

"Hey, I, I'm not joking." Situ Che wiped away his tears and softened his voice, "Hey, Xiao Jingzhao, I do remember when I was four years old... I promised your mother, I will take good care of you. you."

Jing Zhao was silent for a while, then raised his head and said, "Brother, I want to learn martial arts."

"Hey, eh?"

Situ Che was overwhelmed by this sudden change. He would have finished speaking in ordinary words. The development of the plot was not that the rescued young man asked "what kind of person is my mother", and then he could flirt. Putting on a chic look suavely, pretending to say affectionately, "Your mother is a legendary woman" and so on, after talking nonsense, the little prince decided to work hard, and eventually became a generation of literati, whose name will last forever.

As a result, the road went astray, what does it mean to jump out and say that you want to learn martial arts?Let Situ Xianzhi know that he sent all the children in the family to learn martial arts and still beat him to death?

Jing Zhao's expression didn't seem to be playful, "During the half a month when my brother was in a coma, I was very sad...I'm too incompetent, if only I can protect my brother, I want to be like my brother."

"It's good if you have this kind of heart. Martial arts training is very difficult, and few can persevere." Situ Che patted his head, "Besides, your body is so weak, it's better to take the road of studying."

"I know." Jing Zhao held his hand, his eyes were like torches, and the firm eyes made him a little scared, "I can't let my brother get hurt again! At least... at least I will be the one who will block the knife for my brother next time!"

Situ Che opened his eyes wide and turned his face away in embarrassment.

For such a split second, he regarded Jing Zhao as Ya Zi.

He clenched his left hand into a fist, wrapped around Jing Zhao's shoulder, leaned against his ear, and said in a low voice, "I don't want you to do that."

"No."

"Situ Jingzhao!"

Meeting his angry eyes, Jing Zhao smiled, his pupils were as bright as stars.He turned his head and pressed a light kiss on Situ Che's face, before he recovered his senses, he had already left, staring at Situ Che who was stunned, his eyes were soft, as if they were mischievous or provocative, sweetly She looked at him with a smile, "Brother, it was you who said that my son-in-law has it, and I want to have it someday... I remember making a bet with you."

"...When did I become Xiaoqing's person?" Situ Che felt a little hot on his face, what a crime, a person over 2000 years old was actually molested by this 11-year-old brat!

Jing Zhao was taken aback, "Huh? I meant that Qingrang wants to learn martial arts, and I want to too...Brother, what are you talking about?"

Situ Che tightly closed his eyes.

think too much……

"Brother, why are you up?"

Speaking of Cao Cao, when Situ Che was still mourning for the disharmonious thoughts in his mind, Situ Qingrang's cold voice came from behind him.He turned his head stiffly, and found that Qing Rang was sitting on the window, under the moonlight, he could see the anger in those narrowed black eyes.

"Ah, Xiao Qing asked you to come here, where did you go to play..." For some reason, every time Situ Che was glared at by Qing, he felt like he was caught having an affair and was raped, so he quickly let go of Jing Zhao and smiled dryly.

Qing Rang jumped down from the window sill and walked towards Situ Che, his eyes swept over his naked upper body, with a displeased expression, "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

"Because there is an injury on the back! I'm not playing hooligans!" Situ Che waved his hands again and again, and almost hid at Jing Zhao's side.

But such a thought was also dispelled by Qing Rang. He grabbed Situ Che's left hand, walked around behind him, and looked at his back carefully.

"Xiao Qingrang, don't look at it... Be good, it's okay..."

Situ Che hurriedly waved his hands, pressing his warm palms against his skin, enduring the discomfort of being touched for the fourth time tonight, he could hear the anger in Qing Rang's tone, "Be quiet, the wound is still bleeding .”

"Okay..." Situ Che immediately sat down obediently, knocked his back against the table, and made a loud noise, his face twitched in pain.

"Tsk, why are you so careless, come here." Qing Rang pulled him over, his movements were very rough, but when he touched him, he softened, almost looking at his back as if he was hugging him.

Situ Che was shocked, but this little bastard just took a closer look, and even breathed on his back. After holding back for a long time, he still gritted his teeth and said, "Then what, Xiao Qing, please let go..."

"It still hurts?"

Situ Che patted him on the head, "It's all right, I'm in good health, and I won't die with another stab!"

Qing Rang pinched his waist suddenly, and he gasped, "Hey, Xiao Qing Rang let go!"

"Don't let it go."

After being pinched a few more times, Situ Che was about to burst into tears, "It hurts, it hurts, don't pinch, be good, Xiao Qingrang..."

"Then apologize."

Qing Rang said without emotion, and hugged his waist tightly. No matter how much Situ Che pretended to be dull from that voice that was neither happy nor angry, he still couldn't get past it. He was silent for a while, but he still couldn't understand what he was angry about , "Why do you have to apologize?"

"Think for yourself."

Father God!He really didn't know where he offended this little bastard!What's wrong with this indifferent attitude!In the past, he would call him "brother" limply. Although he was not soft enough for Xiao Jing Zhao, he still held his younger brother's identity anyway. Now Xingshi asks him what he wants!

So Situ Che turned his head meanly, and smiled flatteringly, "Xiao Qingrang, can you remind me?"

"Reminder? Brother, what do you want to remind?" Qing Rang looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, and let go of him. Although he was looking up, Situ Che felt a pressure coming, and Qing Rang stared at him intently, "Brother , I hate your hippie smile the most now."

"Hey? Xiaoqing, please don't hate me..."

"My brother is always like this. He acts according to his own ideas and doesn't care about other people's feelings at all." Qing Rang approached him, "Those words that are not comforting at all, you should think about how the people who listen to them feel."

Situ Che glanced at Qing Rang's tear-filled eyes, sighed, and pulled him into his arms, "I'm sorry, Xiao Qing Rang must be very worried about me."

"……Yes."

Patting Qing Rang on the back, Situ Che glanced at Jing Zhao who was obediently sitting on the chair, sighed helplessly, and raised his head, "Hey, isn't it scary for me to kill someone?"

The surroundings were quiet.

He is very clear that it must be false to say that it has no influence at all. Jing Zhao, who passed out directly, did not mention it. The atmosphere around him has obviously changed compared to before, and the atmosphere around him has changed a little bit sharply. posture.

Situ Che touched the heads of the two of them, his voice was depressed but gentle, "I must have left bad memories for you, next time..."

Before Situ Che finished speaking, Qing Rang interrupted him: "I'm not afraid."

Taking advantage of the moment when Situ Che was in a daze, Qing Rang stretched out his hand, and before he regained consciousness, gently traced the tear mole under his right eye with his fingertips, "Brother, you don't need to apologize to me for this kind of thing."

"I've already planned to stay by my brother's side for the rest of my life, and now it's just a matter of knowing what kind of person my brother is." Qing Rang held his chin and looked at him steadily, with soft eyes.

Situ Che held his hand, with a smile in his eyes, "Are you... an idiot?"

Fusang and She in the dark were startled and looked at each other.

"Hey, Situ Jingzhao! Say something too! My brother was injured because of you!" Qing Rang slapped Jing Zhao.

Situ Che's attention was also shifted to Jing Zhao, looking at him without blinking.

There was a slight uneasiness in the warm and soft eyes.

"Once the eldest brother holds a knife in his hand, he will smile and be very scared..." Jing Zhao was glared by Qing Rang as soon as he finished speaking, and he continued, with a smile on his lips, showing his cute canine teeth, "So In the future, we won’t let big brother have a chance to hold a knife, let’s protect big brother.”

"...Save your energy and memorize a few more books. Remember to drain the water out of your brain." Situ Che watched the two little guys clap their hands, rubbed his forehead helplessly, but raised the corners of his lips.

The author has something to say: Seeing Mr. Snoopy's "Dragon Scale" makes me laugh out loud

Let me just talk about what I'm doing recently... First, the matter of H has finally been resolved, and the remaining troubles are

Me: Ahhh what will "he" do at this time!Will he eat Lao Yang?But his character is not like this!sick?its not right!Blackening?Even so, he wouldn't treat Lao Yang like this!What will the old Yang Nima do?

The result of perfect precision...

I have listened to a lot of dark music, if you are interested, please introduce =w=