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Twilight is getting darker, and the smoke from cooking is soaring upwards. Where the red lamps and candles are brightly lit, the fiery trees, silver flowers and yellow flowers are intoxicating.

On the sandalwood square table, there is a gluttonous feast, which is dazzling and difficult to eat.

"This! These are all good ingredients!"

"The owner of the valley is really generous!"

Lu Shi is the most difficult to resist the temptation of delicious food. His eyes are shining, and he is full of praise. He sits on the round stool and pokes his head, looking forward to it. Finally, it is time to use the chopsticks. Five levels and six generals poked into the goose leg, raised the wrist, retracted the arm, and put it in the mouth with lightning speed.

"Um--"

Lu Shi snorted in satisfaction, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, he involuntarily commented, "The cooking technique of this goose meat is really amazing, the meat is tender and delicious, juicy and delicious, and it's wonderful. !"

The aroma is dense, the delicacies are in the eyes, some people are salivating and feasting, but some people are not interested and have a lack of appetite.

"Brother Ninth! Hero Yan! These dishes are top-notch! I'm not bragging about them, so please try them quickly! Of all things in the world, food is the only thing that can't be let down!"

After talking, drinking a few cups of peach blossom wine, delicious food and fine wine, Lu Shi only felt that the happiest thing in life was nothing more than this. The two people who didn't move their chopsticks much.

Lu Jiu and Huo Yi, the two people whose names were called by Lu Shi unexpectedly, looked up at Lu Shi at the same time. Seeing Lu Shiyi's enthusiastic appearance dancing with joy, he was full of emotions for a while, and he couldn't refute it. In order to save the other party's face, he had no choice but to pretend to be interested, picked up the meat at hand one after another, and tasted a sip perfunctorily.

Lu Jiu was absent-minded, barely able to separate his mind, and smirked to express his approval, "It's delicious."

When Huo Yi saw Lu Jiu expressing something, it seemed impolite for him not to say a word, so he followed him, "It's delicious."

Lu Shi: "..."

Why does this scene feel familiar to me?

Lu Shi was silent for a moment, swallowed the garlic prawns in his mouth, and was about to say something more, when Fu Ba beside him came up to gossip, so Lu Shi was not obsessed with introducing to the two people who had no intention of enjoying the food, and chatted together Go elsewhere.

Seeing Lu Shiyi's carefree and heartless expression, he might not understand his troubles and make people envious, Lu Jiu couldn't help but sigh.

This sigh attracted another person. He obviously had the same illness as Lu Jiu at the moment, and he was in a similar state of mind.

Huo Yi put the chopsticks on the rim of the white porcelain bowl, looked away from other places, and looked at Lu Jiu, "Xiao Jiu, are you... have something to worry about?"

Lu Jiu raised her eyes, met Huo Yi's gaze, and seemed to read similar emotions from the other's eyes, then sighed heavily, "You also have something to worry about."

He didn't ask any questions, probably because he thought it was enough to be sure without asking.Thinking that Yan Yuanbai might have something to worry about, Lu Jiu instinctively looked for Meng Fuyuan's figure, only to see Meng Zhuangzhu and Hua Qiongsheng, who had never been close to women, sitting alone at a table facing each other. From Lu Jiu's perspective, only I could see Meng Fuyuan smiling happily, and then Hua Qiongsheng picked up a piece of pork belly for Meng Fuyuan.

The owner of the valley actually served vegetables for the owner of the village!

Lu Jiu originally thought that the two of them had the only table because they were both the leaders of the faction and had a noble status, but he didn't think it might be another possibility. Lu Jiu frowned. Could it be, the rumors are true, right?

Thinking of this level, Lu Jiu looked at Huo Yi again, only to see that the latter was still staring at Meng Fuyuan's direction in a daze, Lu Jiu's gaze was filled with pity, and he also knocked the wooden chopsticks on the porcelain bowl, He made a crisp sound, "Hero Yan, I really didn't expect that we are both fallen people!" He lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only he and Huo Yi beside him could hear: "I am also trapped by love."

Huo Yi's expression darkened, and there was a vague sympathy between his brows and eyes.

Lu Jiu continued to sigh with emotion, shaking his head and sighing: "I, a layman, still can't get away from these erotic things, so I can only pretend to be free and easy."

Huo Yi was surprised when he heard the words. He had never heard of Lu Jiu having a woman he liked before. The shadow guards of Wuwei Villa could only live or die in Wuwei Villa. Maybe that girl didn't want to stay in Wuwei Villa for the rest of her life. Wuwei Villa, or maybe the status is very different, so they can only be forced to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.

Thinking of the latter reason, Huo Yi suddenly frowned deeply, and after a long silence, he said sullenly: "My current situation is all caused by myself."

"You asked for it?" Lu Jiu didn't understand, and subconsciously asked, "What did you ask for?"

All kinds of emotions flashed in his eyes in an instant, Huo Yi's lips fluttered, and he was about to say something, when suddenly a woman's deafening scream exploded in his ears——

"Meng Fuyuan!"

Huo Yi took the lead in turning around, and chased after the sound——

The owner fainted!

How could he suddenly be in a coma?

At this moment, Hua Qiongsheng was kneeling beside Meng Fuyuan, holding up his upper body, pressing his fingertips on the center of the person, with an anxious expression on his face.

For many years in the shadow of swords and swords as the shadow guard of Wuwei Villa, Huo Yi was the quickest to analyze the situation. The moment his eyes touched Meng Fuyuan, he held the hilt of the Hongyin sword hanging from his waist with his right hand, ready to attack. As long as the situation changes forever, this sharp sword It will break through the shackles of the scabbard and fight the enemy to the death.

But nothing has changed.

No assassins?

Hua Qiongsheng touched a few acupuncture points on Meng Fuyuan's upper body with his right hand, and then he was lucky for him. Even so, Meng Fuyuan still didn't wake up immediately, the silver needle was not at hand, and the first aid method didn't work for a while, Hua Qiongsheng already had an idea in his heart.

She immediately ordered a few words to the guard at the gate, and then said to the shadow guards present at Wuwei Villa: "First of all, I am absolutely harmless to the heart of the owner! Secondly, I will find out why the owner fell into a coma! Also please For the time being, everyone, believe what I say is true, and let me treat the owner of the villa first, after all, the treatment is urgent!"

Endless darkness, frightening nothingness.

Where am I?

Meng Fuyuan thought in confusion.

In front of him, black ink piled up one stroke after another, dark and heavy, one cluster after another of thick haze, oppressive and suffocating, when his eyes couldn't see, his hearing became more sensitive than usual, he heard someone's deep voice explain--

"You are like this, do you believe in the way of heaven?" It was a calm tone, but unexpectedly there was a crack.

who is talking?

Meng Fuyuan's eyes were about to burst, but he couldn't catch a glimpse of his true face, he was unwilling but powerless, his heart was too much but his strength was insufficient, so he could only try his best to distinguish the voice, it was so familiar, he should have heard it thousands of times, But it was very strange, like hearing it for the first time.

"That's how you are, let the fate go, the way of heaven has left a dead end for you, and you will step on it without any complaints or regrets, right?"

It can no longer be called calm, it is more like questioning and roaring that will be blurted out the next moment if you don't try your best to restrain yourself.

Who is it?Are you talking to me?

But... this voice does not exist in any corner of memory.

--Who are you?

Meng Fuyuan wanted to ask, but found that his throat was hoarse and dry, and he couldn't make a single syllable.

Suddenly nameless sorrow and despair welled up in his heart, but he was unable to speak for a while. Meng Fuyuan didn't know why he suddenly began to mourn and hopeless. Accept it, but it is very real, as if it came from a feeling, telling him that he really once faced a dilemma.

Why am I...desperate?

The man was still asking loudly, "Think carefully, do you really want to do this?!"

——what to do?

Still can't speak.

The dead silence gave answers to all the questions, so the man mocked angrily, covered his head and face, and cursed mercilessly, "I misread you, you are a complete coward!"

Coward?

— No, I'm not a coward.

Meng Fuyuan found himself struggling and wanted to respond hard, but the other party kept turning a deaf ear.

The strong sadness is like the intoxication of old wine, like a sudden wave, submerged him, he sank to the bottom of the water helplessly, he felt the water flow gradually submerged his eyes, nose and lips, let him On the verge of suffocation, lethargic.

Why should I be caught without a fight?

I shouldn't have let it go.

Meng Fuyuan suddenly woke up from his mourning, he was about to try his best to float to the surface, when suddenly, he heard another voice, "Sorry..."

"I'm sorry, this is the fate of the Celestials and the retribution of the Celestials..."

The moment Meng Fuyuan broke through the water, a ray of light broke into the chaos. The moment Meng Fuyuan raised his head and breathed heavily, he could see clearly the face of the person who said he was sorry. A cold face——

It was his father's face.

Changing from the amiable and approachable appearance in his memory, the other party was cold and indifferent, like a celestial being who was heartless, desireless, and ignorant of compassion, and was horribly strange.

Meng Fuyuan's pupils constricted, and he lost his mind for a moment. He forgot that he was still submerged in the water, so he inadvertently relaxed, causing him to quickly fall, silently, to the bottom of the lake——

After an unbearably long time, he was in another place.

Meng Fuyuan first smelled the smell of blood coming to his face, it was thick and disgusting, the strong wind whimpered, and he walked around, the sky was covered with freezing clouds, and it was dark, as if it was about to turn into a huge stone and fall down in an instant, the sword rushed over and woven into a piece of paper. The giant net makes it almost impossible for people to escape.

Meng Fuyuan looked around in bewilderment, but found that there were warriors in armor all over him, holding up the sharp sword in their hands, and they rushed forward, besieged on all sides.

The blood flowed like a river under his feet, and the sticky dirty blood covered the cloth boots, leaving twisted marks.

"Hurry up and catch your demon sect!" Someone shouted hoarsely, as if they were about to sink their boats and fight with their backs.

—— Demon Cult?

Before Meng Fuyuan could think deeply, it was just a momentary scene, the sky was gloomy, the woods were swaying, the ground was shaking, and there was a loud noise. The ground under his feet began to crack and dry up from where he was standing, and the cracks spread to all directions, and it was not dry yet. The blood of the blood hidden in the cracks, the grass and trees turned yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and began to wither, curl up, wither, and shatter into fly ash. All creatures cannot escape such a fate.

"Fight!"

"And die with you!"

The people around were still shouting loudly, Meng Fuyuan wanted to ask again, but he felt a pain in his chest for no reason, he was unsteady, so he had to kneel down on one knee, and suddenly spurted out another mouthful of blood, someone beside him was calling him Name, people came forward, but Meng Fuyuan couldn't hear it, he lost his hearing the moment his chest hurt, and then, the world began to crack, collapse, and turned into sharp fragments, falling straight, about to hit him all, But the feet are as heavy as a thousand pounds, unable to move a step——

Am I dying? !

Meng Fuyuan suddenly woke up from the nightmare, sat on the low couch, panting violently——

"Master! You're awake!"

Someone was talking to him again.

Meng Fuyuan turned his head in confusion, only to see that the person with a face he liked was Huo Yi.

Isn't it a dream this time?

Now he can see, hear, and control his limbs, so Meng Fuyuan subconsciously grabbed Huo Yi's sleeve, the feeling of the cloth filling his palm, he felt a little more at ease, but the feeling of being on the verge of death just now was too real, as if many years ago He had experienced it himself, so Meng Fuyuan's hands were still trembling.

"En." He responded to Huo Yi's words, his voice was so hoarse that he almost lost his voice.

But he can talk.

So the person in front of me is not a fiction of a nightmare, but a real existence and can be trusted.

Meng Fuyuan suddenly put his arms around Huo Yi's waist and buried his head in Huo Yi's chest.

In early winter, the other party's body temperature wrapped him layer upon layer, and finally, Meng Fuyuan stopped trembling.

He heard Huo Yi ask softly, "What's wrong?"

"I'm having a nightmare." Meng Fuyuan's voice was still hoarse, but it was not as tearing as it was at the beginning, showing exhaustion.

"...Nightmare?" He heard the other party's deliberately slow tone, and a gentle question that seemed to be comforting.

Meng Fuyuan's eyes were dull, he lost focus, and his thoughts seemed to be shackled in a nightmare and he couldn't escape. The cloth on his chest was still fluctuating violently with his heavy breathing. Instead of trying to cover up and play tricks.

Meng Fuyuan muttered in a daze, "I dreamed about my father... dreamed about the battle against demons... and dreamed... I died..."