Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

"I keep my word..." Pei Xiangyun's voice was a little hurried, "I definitely didn't lie to you."

Listening to his voice, Jiang Yi slowly discerned the credibility of it in his heart.

This person is used to pretending to be pitiful, relying on his miraculous acting skills to pretend to be by his side for six years, so that he has never doubted that his apprentice's meekness is a false appearance, in fact, there are countless wolfish ambitions hidden deep inside.

"You don't believe me, do you?" Pei Xiangyun said softly, "But I did what I promised you. I didn't bother to find the prince, and I didn't let anyone chase after me secretly. Those who followed me have been silenced gone."

Silence...

With his back facing him, Jiang Yi felt a chill run down his back.

With such a tyrannical character, why didn't he discover it earlier?

Pei Xiangyun didn't know what he was thinking, thought that he still didn't believe what he just said, and continued to defend himself: "Master, I brought you back with great difficulty, how could I allow other people to hurt you? Everything will be against you Nothing will happen, you have to believe me."

He spoke too hastily, and he caught a cold and became ill again. He coughed and panted for a long time before he calmed down.

"Pei Xiangyun..." Jiang Yi's voice was very soft, but it sounded like a thousand pounds in Pei Xiangyun's ears, "Is there a truth in your mouth?"

The candle flame flickered, and the candle's tears fell on the table, even the dim light and shadow were swaying.

The conversation between the two ended abruptly with a question from Jiang Yi, leaving only the sound of the miserable wind and rain outside in the room.

After a long silence, Pei Xiangyun lowered his eyes, gave up and continued to defend himself.He seemed really tired, and fell asleep leaning on Jiang Yi's shoulder.

After he fell asleep, Jiang Yi turned around slightly, and looked at the person beside him by the faint light of the candle.

The child who once had a stubborn face and was obsessed with following behind him has grown up.

Probably because of the blood of Uz, even the facial features are deep and sharp, unlike the Han people in the Central Plains, they can be recognized at a glance when thrown in a crowd.

The person in front of him has also stood by the couch when he was seriously injured, or risked the danger to go to the cliff to pick the medicinal herbs that the military doctor said, or rescued him in trouble countless times, even at the expense of his flesh and blood. Dangerous situations again and again.

How did it become like this?

Jiang Yi stretched out his hand, brushed Pei Xiangyun's hair aside, looked at him carefully for a moment, then very gently reached into his collar, and gently pressed his fingertips on his neck.

That blood vessel was beating under the thin skin, showing the owner's exuberant and vigorous vitality.

But what he shed was Uz's blood, not the blood of the Central Plains Han people.

Once upon a time, Jiang Yi also had some unworldly ideals, and felt that prejudice was a terrible thing.Even though he may be a citizen of the enemy country, I can warm him up with my heart.

It seems like a joke now.

Those who are not my race are not my race, and their hearts must be different, and their hearts must be different. What the ancestors said is correct.

Jiang Yi held his breath subconsciously, and with a little force, he grabbed Pei Xiangyun's neck.

His neck was tightly bound by his hands, which should have been uncomfortable.

But Pei Xiangyun seemed to be very tired and tormented by illness, he only coughed, but did not wake up from his sleep.

Jiang Yi slowly exerted force with trembling hands, watching the deep sleeper frown, his lips parted slightly, as if the feeling of suffocation made him a little helpless, subconsciously murmured: "Master..."

As if struck by lightning, he let go of his hand as if he had just woken up from a dream, his chest heaved violently, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, his whole body looked like he had just been fished out of the water, and his back was soaked with clothes.

Pei Xiangyun didn't wake up, it seemed that when he realized that he was in danger, he instinctively called out the name of the person he trusted the most.After the suffocation disappeared, he fell into a dream again.

Jiang Yi looked at Pei Xiangyun quietly, finally closed his eyes, covered his face with his hands in pain, gritted his teeth and silently suppressed the tears that were about to flow.

This was not the first time he cried after the country was broken, but it was the most painful one.

His family died early, leaving him alone in Longxi.Pei Xiangyun has been by his side for six years, and he has long regarded him as a relative.

He thought he was so numb that he couldn't shed tears, but at that moment he realized something sadly——

Even if he hated Pei Xiangyun to the bone, and wished he could die suddenly and be hacked up to make amends for the innocent people who died in Dayan, he still couldn't help thinking about the teacher-student relationship that was better than nothing. Looking at that familiar face, he killed himself.

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This was Pei Xiangyun's rare peaceful sleep.

After leaving Jiang Yi and returning to Us, his past dreams were filled with corpses and blood, and there was always a voice whispering something in his ear, which made him unable to sleep well, and he also had a headache when he woke up. There is a lingering tyranny in everything you see.

He had a dream, in which he returned to the age of sixteen or seventeen, and accompanied his master to a village next to Longxi to help with the autumn harvest.

Longxi is located in the northwest, and there are many deserts. Compared with the rich and fertile Jiangnan, there are very few places where crops can be grown.

It was his first contact with people outside the barracks, and he followed the teacher with a sullen face, feeling agitated by everything he entered.

It was already very annoying in the military camp.Those stunned youths were all his defeated opponents, he didn't like any of them, and he also hated the strange eyes when they looked at him.

I don't know whether it is fear or envy, or whether there is contempt and guarding hidden deep in it.

But Jiang Yi was the only educated person in the entire barracks, who could read and write, and occasionally told stories to soldiers on night shift. No one disliked him.Pei Xiangyun actually hated them pestering Jiang Yi even more than those staring at other people.

The teacher is his own teacher, why should he treat them well?

Jiang Yi didn't seem to notice his irritability and uneasiness, and brought him to a few children: "Their families are busy with the autumn harvest. You and these children have the least age difference. Help those villagers take care of them." .”

Although Pei Xiangyun agreed, Yingde was very reluctant.

These children were all fussy at first, but it seemed that he was in a bad mood, standing or sitting in twos and threes, muttering something, and secretly glanced at his face.

Pei Xiangyun didn't bother to care what they were talking about, sat on the steps in front of the house, cynically picked up a grass stalk in his mouth, scanned the crowd unhurriedly, and stuck to Jiang Yi's body with precision .

His teacher is used to wearing long robes on weekdays, and the long-lasting fragrance of books and ink on the robes is different from those who go on the battlefield.

Like a graceful plum.

Pei Xiangyun squinted his eyes, following Jiang Yi's figure incessantly.

He didn't understand why he came to such a place to help with farm work.

Jiang Yi's beautiful hands should only be used for reading and holding a pen, or pointing out the battle situation, or holding his hand to teach him calligraphy, instead of doing rough work on the ridges of the field.

He also asked cryptically before leaving, but in return Jiang Yi looked a little surprised.

"They are the people of Dayan..." Jiang Yi said, "Isn't it natural to help the people?"

Pei Xiangyun didn't take it for granted.

He was alone as long as he could remember, and then he was abandoned in the snowstorm in Longxi. If it wasn't for Jiang Yi, he would have died a long time ago.

It can be said that in Pei Xiangyun's life, except for Jiang Yi, everyone else is just a decoration.

What people, what people, what country, it doesn't matter at all.

He was thinking about these things rebelliously in his mind, but suddenly a shadow fell over his head.

Pei Xiangyun raised his eyes and saw Jiang Yi standing in front of him, holding a paper umbrella in his hand.

"The sun is a bit poisonous, can you bear it?" he asked, "Should the children be quiet?"

Pei Xiangyun moved his lips, and reached out his hand out of nowhere, wiping the fine sweat off his forehead.

Both of them were taken aback.

He turned his face slightly uncomfortably, gestured and said in a low voice, "You... sweated a lot."

The corners of Jiang Yi's lips curled up: "It's working, can you not sweat?"

"Why do you have to do this kind of thing..." Pei Xiangyun said, "It's hard work, and people don't necessarily thank you."

Jiang Yi frowned when he heard that, and tapped him on the forehead very impolitely: "Nonsense again, I'm leaving."

Pei Xiangyun reached out and tugged at his sleeve: "Master, stay with me for a while."

"Do you want to come with me?" Jiang Yi asked, "It's boring to see you sitting here. I'll find someone else to watch the child."

Pei Xiangyun was naturally very happy, and even wished for it.

It was one thing for him to hate helping out with the farm work, but it was quite another to be with Jiang Yi.

As long as you can stay with the teacher all the time, it doesn't matter what you do.

He stood up happily and followed Jiang Yi's back.Jiang Yi walked into a patch of wormwood that was half a person tall, and was soon covered by it.

"Master, slow down..." Pei Xiangyun shouted, "I can't keep up with you."

But Jiang Yi didn't reply, but walked faster and faster.

He was very anxious and wanted to speed up his pace to catch up, but the piece of wormwood stumbled over his leg as if it had come alive, and some even climbed up his neck, entangled him and prevented him from moving forward.

Pei Xiangyun desperately opened his mouth and shouted, but was dragged back by the wormwood, and then fell into the boundless darkness.

The back in front of him was getting farther and farther away, and he tried his best to reach out to grab it, but as soon as he touched it, the man turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared in front of his eyes.

Pei Xiangyun suddenly woke up from the nightmare, and his eyes were stung by the sunlight outside the window.

Last night's rain has stopped, leaving only a field of residual leaves.The sun was high and it was getting late.

Although he got cold in the rain the day before, he didn't feel any discomfort today. It should be that he was not seriously ill so he recovered on his own.

It turned out that everything just now was just a dream.

He breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned, and sat up on the bed: "Master?"

The whole room was quiet, no one answered him.

Maybe it was because the dream was so directional that he was startled suddenly, and he staggered down from the bed, only to see a fetter that had been forcibly broken lying quietly at the foot of the bed.

not a dream...

Jiang Yi really escaped.