The ancient dragon embankment of Ruoshui Three Thousand

Life and death are not up to you to decide.With a slight smile on the corner of Zhuo Linyu's mouth, he walked slowly towards Wu Xie. He tried his best to get closer, and sneered at a decibel that only the two of them could hear clearly:

"Why, when did the third master of the Wu family become cowardly and commit suicide?" A sarcasm came from the bottom of my heart, with a trace of ridicule and revenge.When Wu Xie didn't show up, that person had only his seat beside him. Even if he had never been favored by him, at least he was the only one he trusted. But the appearance of this fool made everything redundant and ridiculous. As for the relationship between him and Qilin that seems to be becoming more and more strange and difficult to get along with, that trust has been completely destroyed at some point, but ordinary people must never admit defeat, and all sentient beings will never pretend Act as if nothing had happened.

Wu Xie ignored Zhuo Linyu, who was sneering and sarcastic. His ridicule could not hit his already scarred self-esteem, a humble and ridiculous self-esteem presented in front of that person.

"Wu Xie, do you still remember what I told you?" Zhuo Linyu restrained his smile, and his tone was a little more serious than before:

"If you want to die, no one will stop you. All I care about is him. If you think it's safe for him to be buried with him, please feel free to let him go. If you die, no one will be able to save him." Zhuo Linyu was not guilty when he said this, he knew that Wu Xie would never gamble with Zhang Qiling's life, obviously, his bet was at the right time.

"Could it be that your selfishness is all your feelings for him?" Zhuo Linyu's words shook Wu Xie's heartstrings, hitting his fragile nerves without any flaws.

As expected, Wu Xie's back stiffened suddenly, and his shoulders trembled slightly. He didn't know whether he was laughing or crying. Even if he was smiling, he was probably trying his best to hide his sorrow and pain.

Undoubtedly, Zhuo Linyu's words worked. Wu Xie not only disarmed and surrendered, but also increased his determination to die. The difference is that the former committed suicide by himself, while the latter sacrificed for love.But Zhuo Linyu didn't know that he was lucky and lucky to win, because Wu Xie, who was holding the stake, didn't want to die, but was angry with that damned self-esteem, but at this time, he no longer had a reason not to sacrifice ...

Love is like a demon that sucks marrow and eats bones. Once it is contaminated, it is out of control and unable to control itself. It allows the demon to devour one's flesh and soul without complaint and willingly.

Seeing that Wu Xie was rescued, Poker-Face felt a sense of peace of mind. His indifferent eyes glanced at Zhuo Linyu, and the coldness before was gone. It seemed that that one was his savior. This was not only due to him He succeeded in persuading Wu Xie, and he was even more guilty of his previous suspicions of him - if he really wanted to harm Wu Xie, he didn't have to work so hard to save people, as long as he made a little accident, everything would develop naturally, because Zhuo Lin Yu, indeed has this ability.

People who are often caught in emotional entanglements will become fools, Poker Face is not a fool, his shrewdness and vigilance are no less than anyone else, but he has overlooked one thing: jealousy can sometimes reach the level of destroying the world , and Zhuo Linyu's affectation this time is only because of jealousy...

Zhuo Linyu secretly reminded Poker Fing not to irritate Wu Xie any more, Poker Fing had to do as he was concerned about gains and losses, even without Zhuo Linyu's reminder, he would not speak easily.It's because Wu Xie has already built a cold wall in front of him, which cannot be touched or touched.Have you always hurt the people you value the most?Or is it that the more important a person is, the easier it is to hurt others?What kind of theory that is is no longer possible to study, but right now, he doesn't want to let each other's hearts be pricked again.

Wu Xie looked at the silent Poker Bottle, his eyes filled with deep despair: It seems that he cares, he has always cared, and now he is no longer qualified to fantasize about his future, at least he cares about this broken body. body, and all I care about is his future.Forget it, no matter what kind of heart Zhuo Linyu has, they only agree on the point of loving him.

The light swept across the front, and the path of the corridor was blocked by a large pit with a depth of more than several feet. Above the pit were scattered groups of wooden piles, instead of bridges, winding and extending to the dark shadow on the opposite side. Due to the limited range of light, they did not You can't see very far, but you can only vaguely distinguish a dark mountain standing in it, and it is not known whether there is another way out of the mountain.

"Plum Blossom Pile?" Zhuo Linyu sighed and looked at Poker Ping in surprise.

Poker-face remained silent, and looked into the distance with his brows furrowed. The mysterious mountain in the darkness gave him an ominous premonition, but he couldn't say what it was.

"Should we go forward now or go back and join Third Uncle and the others?" Wu Xie asked Zhuo Linyu in a low voice, but he didn't have the courage to face Poker Bottle squarely, let alone talk to him.There is no going back between them, and everything cannot go back to the past.

"It's not because you and everyone won't get separated." Zhuo Linyu was a little funny, didn't he feel ashamed when he said this?Why pretend to be pure and noble after running out and attempting suicide?

"I..." Wu Xie was dumbfounded. He really couldn't shirk responsibility for this matter, or he couldn't argue that the responsibility was entirely on him.

"But your shit luck is really not so good." Zhuo Linyu shook his head with a sense of admiration.

Wu Xie didn't know, so he was waiting to ask, but he saw Zhuo Linyu bent down to pick up a few small stones from the ground, and hit them casually at the stake, only to hear "Boom, boom, boom...", some of the stones hit the ground. On the ordinary wooden stake, it rolled down to the abyss along with the inertia, and the other part happened to touch the mechanical stake, and countless fine knife points appeared on the wooden core, reflecting the dim light brightly...

Wu Xie broke out in a cold sweat in an instant. No wonder Zhuo Linyu said he was lucky. He really accidentally fell on the organ. Now he is just a bloody dead body riddled with puncture holes.

Pokerfing raised his eyes and looked at Zhuo Linyu coldly, with a frightening coldness in his eyes:

"Go back." With an icy voice, he turned indifferently, as if he was angry, but Poker-Face was always so indifferent, so Zhuo Linyu didn't delve into the meaning of his glance.

The three of them walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally returned to the starting point.In the darkness, Wu Xie suddenly tripped over something, staggered and fell forward, at this moment, a pair of powerful big hands gently caught his falling body, Wu Xie raised his head subconsciously, a pair of deep and indifferent eyes suddenly Crashing into his heart, at that moment, he sensitively captured the momentary entanglement, pain, headache, body pain, heartache, every second was a painful torment, Wu Xie straightened up suddenly, and shook his body vigorously. Open the palm supporting him, with anger, more heartbroken - his entanglement originated from disgust.Dirty, he must despise him for being dirty.Holding back the tears that swirled in his eyes, he encouraged and comforted himself, he is a man, he cannot shed tears, he cannot show weakness, the path to the end is his own choice, so is he still asking for something extravagantly?

Poker bottle tightly pursed his lips, hesitant to speak, he didn't know what to say to comfort him at this moment, maybe time can dilute everything, when he settles his mind here, he will protect him for the rest of his life, no It will hurt him a little more.Tremblingly withdrew the hand that was thrown away, Poker Face stared at that hand in a daze, as if it was a demonic hand that was hated to the extreme, he really didn't know what he could do for him, so that he could let go of the past and start over again. accept yourself.

"What's that?" Zhuo Linyu's words broke the troubled thoughts of the two of them. Looking along the lightning, a ferocious and terrifying face appeared in front of him. Long bangs covered the eyelids, and his face was calm and calm, so calm that no emotion could be seen.

Zhuo Linyu took a quick step towards Poker Ping, stepped forward to investigate cautiously, then withdrew his hands and took two steps back to block in front of the two of them, looking into Pok Pok's eyes but couldn't hide the deep fear, as if talking to himself He said doubtfully:

"He actually... died."

"insanity?"

"Can't be wrong."

……

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wu Xie became more suspicious. He looked at Poker Bottle in disbelief, and then lowered his head after just one glance. Could it be the little brother? ? ?However, Zhuo Linyu's following words reassured him:

"It seems that we are being followed. I don't know what is the purpose of this person killing Wan?"

"He was killed by someone? Wasn't he..." Wu Xie instinctively thought of the green-haired zongzi, but he didn't say anything further. This kind of speculation was just based on feeling, and it would only be ridiculed if he said it. Lin Yu's tone clearly judged that it was man-made.Even though he was relieved a little knowing that Poker Fing was not the murderer, it added to the suspense of the case.Suddenly, Wu Xie seemed to remember something important, opened his eyes and said nervously:

"What about my third uncle..."

After hearing this, Poker-Face had a solemn expression. He has always been indifferent and has always been a master of facial paralysis. At this moment, any contamination with Wu Xie will always make his facial expressions uncontrollable, flustered, frowning, laughing... just like The soul was shocked, the dark tide was raging, and the wind roared.Ai Wu Ji Wu, maybe this is not false at all, who made that person his third uncle?

The three of them walked forward for a while, and found the secret door that had already been opened, and a thin and bald face inside the door that was equally terrifying.Unexpectedly, even the thin and bald head had died tragically. Thinking of Bai Shisan who died for him, and Uncle Bai who was buried behind him, a feeling of sadness rushed into his heart. Third Uncle, in these decades of desperate livelihood, I don’t know how many lives and deaths he has seen. clutch.Relatives, friends, best friends, true love... The vicissitudes of time have made him change, but they can't hide the sadness deep in his heart.

They ignored the skinny and bald corpse, and kept a safe distance as far as they could. At that moment, there seemed to be a smile on the corner of Wu Xie's mouth, not disrespectful to the dead, but letting go of some people and things.Seeing through life and death does not mean seeing through love and evil, Bai Shisan, I finally understand your feelings now, and now I am just following in your footsteps, following in your footsteps.Life and death aren't that scary, are they?

Just as Wu Xie was distracted, Poker-Face suddenly stopped in his tracks, and he bumped into it abruptly, his nasal cavity feeling indescribably sore.Poker-face was stunned, and turned his head to check after a while, thinking that after a lot of inner struggle, heartache finally defeated reason.But Wu Xie didn't seem to appreciate it, he just said "it's okay" coldly, and avoided his sight as if he was okay.At that moment, one person's indifferent eyes were filled with pain, and the other's cold eyes were filled with hatred...

Wu Xie tried to stay calm, barely suppressing the bitterness surging in his heart, he didn't want to think about it or look at it, he was afraid, afraid that he would fall under those deep and lonely eyes again, afraid that he would be frostbitten by that lonely back until he had no strength to go. If the escape fails, he doesn't know if he still has the courage to let him go, leave him, or even forgive himself.

A few wisps of cries as thin as mosquitoes and flies came over, and the few people froze in place immediately. At the corner, a ray of light flashed through a pair of crying red eyes. The person in the corner said in surprise:

"Button, why are you here alone?"