One of Ouyang Shaogong's colleagues, Chang'an

In the end, he stared at her in vain.Even though he was reluctant to give up, he hid in the treetops, watched her stand up as if nothing had happened, glanced at the tombstone on the ground suspiciously, turned around and left, and from then on, there was no trace of Prince Changqin in his memory. In the future, she will become the carefree Princess Xunfang again, as lively and pretty as when she first met, she will find a good husband who loves him, marry and have children, and she will be as beautiful as paint.From then on, that delicate face, those beautiful eyes, and those fragrant lips no longer belonged to him--

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he held back and didn't make any noise from the leaves. In fact, he could choose to be by her side, and still have many opportunities to get along with her—but he can no longer harm her—

Seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, what's wrong.

Why does my heart still hurt so much--

A long time later, when he knocked on the door in the form of another grown man, he was greeted by a surprised face.

"You—are you—?"

He narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, reached out and stroked her shoulder, "I am your husband, Changqin."

His eyes fluttered. Although his appearance has changed drastically, his expression and demeanor are similar, but at the moment it seems unfathomable and frighteningly gloomy——

Xu'er took two steps back, "You're not him—he wouldn't talk to me like that—give him back to me—"

The fear and disbelief in his eyes stimulated him.

Subconsciously clenched her fingers, "Don't think that I don't know what you did to me and her—Xu'er, nothing else, just this one thing is enough to punish you—"

"What did you say--"

Xu'er's fear reached its peak at that moment. She always thought that she was covering it up very well. She always thought that Changqin personally sent Tong'er away because she poisoned him. everything--

With his current unpredictable character, he would kill himself, he would kill himself without hesitation!

"I'm sorry—forgive me—I dare not again—please forgive me—help—"

The begging for mercy at this moment seemed ridiculous, and the hypocrisy, selfishness and cowardice disgusted him to the extreme.If she really let her go, the next moment she would invite the villagers to deal with him as a "monster", right?

How could he give her this chance.

Just about to break her neck, like countless times before, a beautiful face suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, and she frowned softly and worriedly and called him, "Xun Fang likes you—don't hurt others—let the one who loves you the most Can someone bear it--"

He paused, his heart sank.For her, he can give up everything, so what does it matter to others.If she doesn't like it, he doesn't do it.

"I'm joking with you to see how it scares you."

He put his hands down, and his expression returned to normal.

"I just came here to tell you, Changqin - something happened to him."

Xu'er's eyebrows twitched, "What did you say? Where is he - where is he?"

"he died."

Her pupils dilated suddenly, "No, how come—you lied to me!"

"I watched him die with my own eyes. Before he died, please let me tell you so that you don't always wait for him."

He said lightly, as if telling a stranger's story.Because the previous "Changqin" once told his wife that he would take care of her for the rest of his life.By saying this now, he can be regarded as an explanation to his host.

As soon as her legs gave way, she fell back and sat down.

Prince Changqin turned and left.Her fear is naturally due to ignorance of the truth, but if she is told such a terrible thing as crossing the soul, she will definitely be more shocked and disgusted than meeting a strange self-with such a mood, after all, she still loves that gentle elder Qin's, it's a pity that this kind of love has degenerated into perverted possessiveness and crazy jealousy.Why make things difficult for her—after all, there is only one unique person in this world who knows everything about him and still loves without complaint, even willing to sacrifice his own lifespan—

Suddenly I miss her so much.

I really want to find her.

60 years later.

At the foot of Mount Heng, Qinglian Lane.

"You, weigh one or two less."

The voice that was as clear as a snowy plum in the cold wind resounded in the damp and cold air, although it was not loud, it echoed resonantly.Standing outside the shop was a five-year-old boy with long hair. He was small in stature, with an immature face and pale eyebrows, but his eyes were fixed on the burly butcher who was several feet taller than him.The man's bushy eyebrows were furrowed, his aura was domineering, and the butcher's knife in his right hand was about to move, but the child's eyes were calm, without any fear or timidity, he was clearly looking up, but his expression was more like looking straight up, or even looking down.

"Where did you come from, you little brat, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand scales, it's good to give you so much!"

The butcher was unreasonable, but aggressive, and raised the bloody knife in his hand, "You little bastard, no one wants you, how much can you eat by yourself? If you are sensible, get out!"

There are more and more crowds of onlookers, some are curious, some are fearful of chaos, some are sympathetic, and some are indignant--

When the butcher saw this, he felt even more oppressive. If a big man like him fell into the hands of this young little yellow-haired man, wouldn't it make people laugh to death.

The boy acted as if no one was there, as if the hustle and bustle and discussions around him were not in his ears, he only frowned slightly, a biting coldness gradually appeared in his calm eyes, his eyes were cold, his voice was like blue frost coming out of his sheath, startled the branches and snow fell.

"You are short of one or two, supply it to me."

One word at a time, not more, not less.The strange thing is that although he is young, he seems to have a cold and domineering aura around him. When he said these words, everyone present felt a real threat.Glancing secretly, being caught by his gaze, a chill ran down his back, and he shivered involuntarily.

For the first time, the mighty butcher felt a little scared.

But this timidity was only for a moment.He spat fiercely to the side, and raised the butcher knife at once. His cowardice just now made him exasperated, "Little bastard, if you don't get out, this knife will come directly!"

At such a close distance, he is [-]% sure that he can crush the child's head.

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly, and the fingers of his right hand couldn't help pinching into his palm.He originally disdained killing people, only those who betrayed him would be eliminated soon, unexpectedly this person acted so boldly, did he really think that his patience had no limit?

When Thunder was enraged, corpses lay all over the field, and blood flowed across the oars.If this place turns into a dead city, it's just a snap of the fingers.

"stop!"

A lingling drink, wrapped in moderate anger and sense of justice, mixed with a little protection and pity, like a ray of spring breeze blowing across a frozen lake, it is not strength that melts the surface of the ice, but warmth.

The crowd dispersed for a while, and a woman walked out of the crowd, twenty years old, with ice-blue beads on her forehead, Mei Xue Zhengchun's brocade robe was covered with sable fur, her expression was cold, her demeanor was dignified, one could tell at a glance that she was from a famous family, rich and noble There is also a natural charm, graceful and elegant.

"Businessmen regard faith as the sky, and only when they are young and old, can their business last forever. If you are so unscrupulous and bullying the weak, it really insults the simple folk customs here."

She frowned tightly, her cherry mouth scolded softly, her voice was like a flowing spring of pearls and jade, she could only feel the combination of hardness and softness, and the sound hit the ground.

The butcher was about to lose his temper, but when he saw that this was a beautiful lady who looked like a fairy, most of his anger disappeared immediately. He stared at her for a while, and tried to apologize with a smile: "Where is this girl from? You'd better not talk too much." Mind your own business, if you don't want to cause trouble, take this little boy away for me, so as not to disturb the business."

"It's your fault first, don't even think about letting things go!"

She didn't appreciate it, she twisted her eyebrows, and said in a sharp voice, "Either make up for this young man's things, or return the money."

"You bitch--"

Even though the beauty played a deceptive effect for a while, it was still eclipsed in front of face and money. The butcher was furious, swears, pressed it down forcefully, and then shook the knife again, "If you don't leave, Grandpa, I'm really going to do it!"

"you--"

The woman's almond eyes widened, and she became angry in front of a stranger for the first time, and couldn't help but want to use her spiritual power to teach him a lesson, thinking that she shouldn't reveal her identity when she was away from home, so she clenched her fists again.

Forget it, endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to open up the sea and the sky.Don't compare with this philistine.Getting too angry will get old, it's not worth it with them.

She glared at the man, turned her head and bent down, was at the same height as the boy, touched his head, and said gently: "Forget it, let's go, sister will give you the money you need."

The boy stood there awkwardly, with his head raised stubbornly, his right hand clenched into a fist and refused to let go.He had a strange feeling in his heart, he didn't know whether he was angry at this woman for hindering his activities of teaching others, or he was grateful to her for speaking up.

She felt his conflicting emotions, so she couldn't help but smiled generously, stretched out her arms to gently hug his small body, and gently comforted his back, "Hey, don't be like them, my sister will buy candied haws for you, okay?" .”

The woman's body is delicate and warm, with the unique scent of daphne flower, which is refreshing and distant, somewhat inexplicably familiar.He was a little dazed, and couldn't help relaxing his tense body, leaning against her obediently, silent for a while, then nodded slightly to express his agreement.

She smiled gratifiedly, picked him up with a little force, and left the place quickly.

He leaned on her shoulder, walked not far away, caught a glimpse of the butcher's triumphant expression, proud and contemptuous.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he made a tactic with his right hand without hesitation.

The woman only heard a scream coming from not far behind.

She turned around in surprise, looking through the crowd, the butcher fell on the cutting board, with blood slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth.

She was taken aback and almost let go.

Putting the child back on the ground with complicated emotions, she stared deeply at his cold and hostile eyes, took a breath, and said slowly, "You did it?"

The corner of his mouth slowly curled into a playful smile, sneering, cruel, even cold-blooded, the ferocity in his eyes no longer refused to hide the slightest bit, it was completely exposed to her, and she couldn't help but tremble when she saw it.

"correct."

He said it casually, as if he didn't kill a person, but strangled a mosquito to death.

"Why are you?"

Her wide almond eyes were full of puzzlement and unbearable, "He—although that person is hateful, but his crime is not worthy of death—if everyone punishes like you, everyone in this world will die!"

"Humans have no manners, so why not die. Isn't this a sentence in the Book of Songs, have you forgotten?"

He sneered, "That person will not bring benefits if he is alive, and he will not be short of him if he dies. He has offended me, and his crime is unforgivable, let alone--"

He paused, and she raised her eyelashes, "What's more?"

"What's more, he insulted you and killed himself."

He looked away.The moment that person uttered those three dirty words, he had already made up his mind.

Her heart was shaken, she didn't expect him to do it for her--

Several complex emotions passed through my heart, and I remained silent for a while.

He looked at her mockingly, "Do you think I'm cruel and terrible, and regret that you helped me just now?"

"I don't--"

She looked up suddenly, only to feel that his abyss-like pupils hid too much coldness, gloomyness, and vicissitudes that did not belong to this age, "You, why do you think so? I am still going to say, should I take you to buy it?" Candied haws."

"I'm sorry, thank you for your kindness, I never loved those."

He interrupted her coldly, seeming to be contemptuous, self-deprecating, with the indifference of being thousands of miles away, "You go, don't see you again next time."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for her to answer, he turned and left on his own.

When she came back to her senses, his small figure had turned into a black spot far away.

"This kid—"

She whispered softly, worried in her heart.

The mountain wind is sad.

The woman stayed overnight in Hengshan, but was hunted down by a group of wolf monsters. Just as the leader wolf was about to bite off her neck, a sharp sword flew from the sky and penetrated deeply into its body.

The woman stared blankly at the little figure who had saved her, chopping horizontally and vertically in the air, fighting desperately with the wolves.

A moment later, under the icy moonlight, there were corpses everywhere, and the evil spirit drifted away like ghosts, and there was a strong bloody smell.

That child, with the sword in his hand at this moment, is like a hell Shura, surrounded by demons and monsters.

Shuangfeng was blood-stained and chilly. His body trembled slightly due to exhaustion, but he stood stubbornly with his back. The distance of just a few feet seemed to be separated by a thousand feet of indifference and alienation.

The woman in Shuixiu Yunshang still locked Ruyu's arms, how could he, how could he kill like this in an instant, without even blinking his eyes.

When killing the wolf demon, his eyes seemed to condense the hatred of the whole world, such extreme ruthlessness as ice, and such burning hatred as fire--

She should have backed away in fear, but this seemingly savior in front of her was actually more terrifying than the pack of wolves—

But why she didn't want to leave, his body was trembling in the cold wind, his bare arms were covered with scars, and the crack bitten by the wolf's teeth was still dripping with blood--

He must be cold and in pain, but why doesn't he say a word--

His back is so lonely, it seems that he has never received even a moment's attention and pity--the wolves still have the unity and harmony of the tribe, but he is wandering alone in this barren mountain--

"My son--"

As if subconsciously throbbing, she stretched out her hand forward and called softly.

The boy's frozen figure paused slightly, like an iceberg being shaken by surging sea water.

He is only five or six years old, why do you call him, son--

After a moment of daze, the rustling sound of the hem of the skirt came lightly, like the wind pulling down flowers and autumn leaves falling.

"How are you."

She came in front of him, squatted down slowly until they were at the same height, when his cold star-like eyes met her spring-like gaze, she couldn't help flickering slightly, and looked away.It was like a crack in a steel helmet and iron armor, although it was extremely small, the warmth finally took advantage of the opening, viciously invaded the body's hair and skin, and penetrated into the texture.She——she was the woman he met in the early morning, the beautiful girl who protected him.

The slender, catkin-like hands were raised, and the sleeves were rolled up to gently wipe the wet blood on his forehead.

Why is it so warm and meticulous, like the thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the body of a wanderer, who clearly met you for the first time, like an old friend returning home.Why didn't she repeatedly disdain the state of the world and treat emotion as weakness, why didn't she knock down her hand at this moment, and didn't reject her with cold eyes--

Prince Changqin, don’t you—forget the lessons of the past—willing to fall—

After the dirt and blood were wiped off, she was stunned.The savior in front of him was actually the little boy he met before.

"It's you—you live here all by yourself?"

She looked at him in amazement, and she figured out many joints at once. No wonder he has such a violent temper and such a ruthless attack. He must have encountered an inhuman tragedy——

Seeing her caring and compassionate expression, he felt an inexplicable hostility in his heart like a dark cloud, and turned around stiffly, "You go--"

There should have been no extra words, but for some reason, a sentence came out of his throat, "Myself-be careful on the road."

It was only after the words came out that I realized that I couldn't help pinching my palm hard.Certainly, it must be the sudden silence that made him feel uncomfortable and unbearable for a while, but absolutely, definitely not because he wanted to take the initiative to care about her. She was just a stranger, a stranger, what did she have to do with him.He just happened to meet her, just used those wolf monsters to practice his hands, and she was lucky to be rescued by the way, next time, the next time she met again, he didn't even bother to cast his eyes--

She watched the expression on his face change one after another, although it was subtle, it was caught by her sensitive and delicate heart.It is clearly nostalgic for the temperature of her fingertips, why do you have to stubbornly resist--

"Let me help you-bandage the wound, please."

She gently held his arm through the sleeve, "Your wound is still bleeding, it will be infected--"

"unnecessary."

The touch of the skin made him inexplicably annoyed, and he broke free from her hand with all his strength, almost shaking it off.

She was caught off guard, and fell backward under inertia. The cold mud and wet grass were spreading blood along the low-lying places.

She opened her eyes in disbelief, looking at his indifferent back, surprised, aggrieved and in pain. Is he actually loathing her? Why--ever, no one has ever treated her like this. In Penglai, everyone loves her Princess Xunfang, gentle and kind, considerate--

The cold wind whipped up the corners of the thin skirt, and his legs were bitingly cold. His figure gradually drifted away, but he never turned his head to look at her.She struggled to get up, but not far away, a wolf demon who was still angry flashed green eyes, and suddenly flew towards her, and pressed the whole person under her body--

She screamed in horror and despair, the sharp teeth were about to bite her throat, a silver light flashed like electricity, and pierced the wolf's head deeply from behind with a "呲--", she felt the cold teeth grinding It was on the neck, but he didn't bite it down, and the thick blood overflowed the neckline--

With a long breath of relief, she slowly closed her eyes, barely able to move the wolf corpse away from her body.The sound of footsteps came rushing over, startling Baicao and then crouching low and invincible.

The heavy object was thrown away in an instant, and the cool little hand touched her face, and the fingertips trembled slightly.

He gently lifted her head and neck, a little imperceptible panic was hidden in the dark pupils, he didn't know if the blow was timely, and if she was alive now--

It has always been the world who betrayed him, but now he personally pushed the only person who cared about him for thousands of years into the abyss——

Her slender neck was still warm, her fingertips stroked the arteries to relax slightly, she was still alive, but very weak, and seemed to have a different physique than ordinary people, with a particularly weak pulse.Life is so small and fragile. He used to smile and kill those who betrayed and feared him without any hesitation, but now, for some reason, he feels pity for the beauty in front of him.

He has not had this emotion for many, many years.

"You--how are you--"

A low-pitched, anxious call rang in her ears, and his warm breath lightly dazzled her pale cheeks.Slowly opening his eyes, he saw his blood-stained cheeks close at hand, and his thick eyebrows were slightly condensed, as if guilty.She reached out to hold his hand with some difficulty, with a sad smile on her lips, "I'm fine, don't worry about me--thank you for saving me again--"

His pupils trembled, this smile was so familiar, this mournful appearance, weak body, compassionate and kind heart, regardless of previous suspicions, quietly overlapped with an image many years ago--

He couldn't believe it, but there was an uncontrollable throbbing in his heart, his hands on the ground trembled, his voice trembled, "Tell me--what's your name?"

A few strands of doubt appeared in her eyes, but she still said softly: "My name is Xun Fang, the Xun of Xun and Zhizhi, the luxuriant Fang of the grass."

Xunfang, Xunfang...

He suddenly leaned over and hugged her head and neck tightly in his arms, warm blood flowed down from the wound on his arm, soaking her sleeves.

She was a little dazed in his arms. It was not so easy for his small body to hold her, but for some reason this embrace was somewhat familiar, why he had such a strange feeling for such a child——

Patting him on the back silently comforted her, he gradually relaxed her, with worry still in his eyes, "It's dangerous here, can you——can you still go?"

She nodded, and tried to get up with her right hand supporting the ground, but her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand up.

He frowned, hesitated for a moment, reached out to hold her wrist, and the dense strength and warmth passed from his palm to her wrist veins.She looked at him in astonishment, he bowed his head and said nothing, his lips were tightly pursed.To have such spiritual power at such a young age, this child must be unusual, but his power is completely different from his own, but it can be miraculously integrated, and his body seems to be slowly recovering——

"If you feel unwell, tell me right away."

He said in a low voice, with a calm tone and tone like an adult, as if he was taking care of her as a peer, or even an elder, and protecting her well.He was worried that his body would reject his power.

"I'm much better, thank you-"

She smiled gently and said softly, "Let's go."

He nodded, reached out to help her stand up, and the two walked forward.From time to time, he looked around to be vigilant about possible situations, and his right hand was always tightly holding her hand, unwilling to let go of it.