give me a chance to be a good person

It’s already past the hour, but the garden is still full of spring/color, with hundreds of flowers vying for beauty behind the fence, and when walking through the small gravel road, the fragrance is strong and tangy.

Shang Shijing's mansion is very grand and fortified, with carved beams and painted buildings, a corridor through the mountains, and a parrot hanging under the cornice, which is not covered by a cage. It seems to be very smart and sensible, tilting his head, looking a little poking around. He looked at the two of them without leaving its own wooden frame, and then laughed strangely in a high-pitched voice, like the howling of a night owl. Those mung bean-sized eyes looked at Shang Shijing coldly, which made him feel a little bit aversion to cold.

Walking through the lush courtyard and strolling through the flower-filled small building, Shang Shijing was led by the maid to the front hall. The two people who "invited me to be guests" before had a bad look on their faces, but Wu Lang was drinking tea with a smile on his face. Seeing Shang Shijing come out, he showed real happiness, Han Wuyan sarcastically said unwillingly: "I'm already here, how dare I ask Zhenjun Lingguang for advice?"

Wu Lang ignored him, but got up and walked in front of Shang Shijing, and stretched out his hand to hold him, with a happy expression on his face, but tried his best to restrain himself, and whispered as softly as possible: "How are you?"

Shang Shijing shook his head lightly, but he didn't know whether he was saying "no harm", or "not too good", or "don't conflict with them".

He seemed to be meeting Wu Lang for the first time. In the past, he always felt that when he liked this man, he just liked that face, his tenderness and consideration, and the things he did were just lustful and unconscious, but At this moment, Shang Shijing found that as long as he saw Wu Lang, no matter where he was, his heart floating in mid-air would calm down for no reason.

"In that case." Seeing Shang Shijing, Wu Lang was more domineering and rude than just now. He glanced at Han Wuyan and Ying Buye coldly, and said directly, "If that's the case, then I will send people It was taken."

Han Wuyan's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he was going to perish with Wu Lang, but Ying Buye pressed down abruptly, his voice became hoarse, and his expression was considered polite, and he said calmly: "Today, I'm blind." Your Majesty advises, and there will be rewards in the future."

"Then I'll wait." Wu Lang sneered, then turned his head to look carefully at Shang Shijing, ignored his master's thoughts, and waved his hand to open the passage, when suddenly a black painted man appeared in the hall A huge vortex of lacquer, he hugged Shang Shijing's waist very naturally, stepped into the corridor, and the entrance of the hole was instantly closed with the disappearing figures of the two.

Han Wuyan said: "He's just a traitor, why are you so afraid of him?!"

"Idiot!" Ying Buye said angrily. He had just finished yelling at Han Wuyan when he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. After a while, at least he calmed down and said lightly, "He doesn't move you because he doesn't like you and doesn't want to bully a child. Do you think he is afraid of you?"

Seeing his miserable state, Han Wuyan was so frightened that his face paled, and he murmured after a while: "Are you okay?"

"He doesn't want that person to see too bloody scenes, so it's okay to keep some hands." Ying Buye shook his head, stood up with Han Wuyan's strength, and frowned, "I didn't keep Ming this time." Shuiyu, I'm afraid the ghost master will use this to make trouble again, Ling Guangjun's cultivation is more terrifying than we thought, and he won't be able to move for a while, so it's better to focus more on Sihai Yantao."

Han Wuyan thought of the ghost master's half-smile face, and could almost imagine the other party's joking words: "Even if I can tell you to catch Ming Shuiyu, can you keep him?"

It really is a prophecy.

"The ghost master..."

"Okay, it was agreed at the beginning, it is enough for him to make suggestions, but now he does what he said, we have no ability to stay, no smoke, don't make things too ugly." Ying Buye shook his head, he now Seriously injured, he felt dizzy and dizzy, but he knew that he must not cause trouble inside at this moment. In fact, he didn't like the ghost master, and he didn't want to trust that man, but this was the Lord's decision after all, and he could only obey it.

"I'll take you back to Sanctuary."

The Sanctuary is Fengdu, a place that outsiders should avoid, but it is the most reassuring place for a half-human, half-ghost existence like the Commander of the Four Palms.

Ying Buye hesitated for a moment, recalling Nan Jixue's voice and smile, subconsciously shook her head and said, "Forget it, I'm fine, you go and rest first."

He has another appointment to attend.

Han Wuyan couldn't hold him back, so he nodded.

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"Your fifth brother..."

The longer he was awake, the more obvious the sharp pain in his body would erupt. Shang Shijing suppressed the pain and felt his vision blur for a while. Most of his body was leaning on Wu Lang, afraid of being discovered, so he became weak Said: "He...he had an accident that day, did you find him?"

"It doesn't matter, he doesn't matter." Wu Lang was only concerned about Shang Shijing, and subconsciously said, "When I came back that day, I saw that neither of you was in the room, and saw the ghost crying head, so I knew it was the Nether Ghost Prison. gone."

Shang Shijing smiled, nodded lightly and said, "You are always so smart, this time is thanks to you."

He didn't seem to regret that he concealed the recovery of his eyes.

Wu Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard Shang Shijing whisper: "I'm really happy that you can come, don't worry, I didn't suffer much there, and you came when I woke up I'm looking for you." His words were so soft, but like a soft and sharp piece of paper, he flipped a page lightly, but it easily tore open Wu Lang's heart, the pain was so painful that he could hardly speak.

"I should have watched him more, but he suddenly seemed to be..."

"Hush." ​​Wu Lang stopped Shang Shijing's chatter lightly, and the other party fell silent, clinging to him almost powerlessly, like vines entangled with a big tree.

Shang Shijing already felt that he couldn't stand anymore, his eyes were dark, and he put his hand on Wu Lang's arm weakly, and said with a wry smile, "I'm afraid I will trouble you next time."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Lang had already carried him on his back, and the two walked out from the void, still some distance away from the hut.Shang Shijing was too docile, completely without the usual coldness and ruthlessness, he softened like a river of spring water, arousing many unbearable thoughts and ideas, Wu Lang carried him behind his back, and suddenly felt that even if he went on like this for the rest of his life, it didn't matter .

Shang Shijing is not considered heavy. Wu Lang's hands that can turn clouds and rain, used to manipulate the wind and snow, and once controlled the world, but now gently supporting a pair of weak legs, he feels that he doesn't know where to put them.In the past, he always wanted to do something for Tianzun, to become a man who could appreciate and be useful to his father; after leaving Tianzun, Wu Lang realized that he could not only be Lingguang Lord, but also could do more. more of yourself.

Wu Lang has experienced many lives, he can change into many appearances, but in the end, he still had the original idea of ​​Shang Shijing.

He wanted to be a useful chess piece for Mr. Shang.

Chess piece, what an absurd and ridiculous name.

In the end, it was still difficult for him to get rid of the shadow of that year. What he is best at is still a tool in the hands of others.

Those who can give Shang Shijing are the only ones left.

Wu Lang is the Wu Lang of many people, but Langhua's masters are only the former Tianzun and Shang Shijing.

Emotion is a very absurd thing. Wu Lang once realized Shang Shijing's intentions. What his third brother wanted to conceal and express would always be conveyed just right. After he tactfully avoided it, the other party also understood. After getting the answer, there was no displeasure or irritability, which made Wu Lang feel a little guilty.But Shang Shijing is different. He is a very personable person. Since the two met, he has rarely been seen showing embarrassment. Although he is weak, he is very kind, like the moonlight at night, not warm, but unusual bright.

In the past, they always stayed together, and when Shang Shijing saw their darkest past, they deliberately turned into Ling Guangjun in the illusion to hurt him wantonly.

Wu Lang was not so anxious at first, nor was he so quick to think clearly about what Shang Shijing meant to him.

But when he walked into the empty room that day, he didn't think of Lao Wu, but Shang Shijing, and he knew it was over.

Rationality told him that there would never be any problem with what he thought, how important Ming Shuiyu was, even if Shang Shijing did it, it would not be too fast, there was still a chance; When it rained day and night, the words that the aunt said, and the raindrops that fell on her body, all turned into cold and bloody poisonous snakes, which penetrated through the clothes, spread and crawled on the skin, waiting to be killed at any time.

If he really turned back into Ming Shuiyu, if he was really half a step too late, then what would be the point of killing all of Nether Ghost Prison, and even making Shang Shijing pay for it.

It is impossible for this person to come back.

Shang Shijing leaned heavily on his shoulder, his breathing was cool, his whole body was like ice and snow, he seemed to be smiling, Wu Lang felt a little regretful that he couldn't see it, and then he heard the other party say in his ear: " Have you been looking for me for a long time?"

"...not very long." Wu Lang hesitated for a moment, not wanting to worry Shang Shijing.

"Lie." The other party said flatly, with a hint of a smile in his voice, he was just trapped in the ghost prison of the Nether world, and he had experienced some kind of torture, yet he could still laugh, Wu Lang Feeling a little confused, and the accusation made him a little bit at a loss, although the other party didn't sound angry, and quickly said, "I'm worrying you."

Wu Lang felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy to these words, he was somewhat at a loss as to how to respond, he always felt that no appropriate answer was perfect enough, and finally said in a low voice: "No."

After he finished speaking, he regretted it. He was indeed worried about Shang Shijing, but he didn't want him to feel guilty. He wondered if saying this would make people feel that he didn't value him enough.

"Am I cold?" Shang Shijing didn't bother with this question, but stroked his shoulder and said calmly.

He was indeed very cold, Shang Shijing was as cold as a block of ice, soaking into his skin and freezing into his bone marrow, his heartbeat was so slow that he could hardly feel it if he didn't pay attention.But Wu Lang didn't feel the cold, and even felt that the piece of flesh in his chest was so hot that it seemed to burn through, and the warmth spread almost from head to toe, until the hut was right in front of him.

How come it's here so soon.

Wu Lang was a little disappointed.

Shang Shijing was very calm when he was lying on the bed. His ice hadn't reappeared, but the frost on his body was extremely obvious, and there was still a smile on his face. After he resumed his life, he seldom smiled at Wu Lang. Wu Lang was a little flattered to be so calm after suffering this time.

"sorry to bother you."

Shang Shijing was a little tired, and he whispered: "I'm sorry, since I came out of the Immortal Land, I seem to have been causing trouble for you. I was supposed to take care of you, but now I have become a drag on you. I have let Miss Nan down. entrusted."

"It's okay." Wu Lang was silent for a moment. Seeing this man's polite appearance, his heart sank uncontrollably. He could think of anything behind his back, but in front of this man, he was always humbled to the point of dust. to go.Everything that happened in the illusion at the beginning may be just an illusion after all, and will not become reality, otherwise Mr. Shang would not be so indifferent. Now he is still willing to laugh at himself, thinking that it is already the most thing he can get.

"It was originally my fault." Wu Lang tried his best to say calmly.

Shang Shijing responded softly. He raised his head and didn't deliberately look at Wu Lang. His slender fingers rested on Wu Lang's wrist which was lying on the bedside. In fact, he had thought a lot of crazy thoughts before, and it can be seen that Wu Lang, those desires surged up and then dissipated. Wu Lang didn't withdraw his hand, which gave him a little more confidence.

"What I said before, still counts."

Shang Shijing's fingers were as cold as cold jade, sticking to his skin would almost frostbite Wu Lang, so spiritual power flowed quietly, restoring the original warmth to his palms.

"Push me away now, it's still too late."

He turned his head sideways, only Wu Lang was in his eyes.

So Wu Lang lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and gently kissed his fingertips as a response.

The kiss was unbelievably light, like a feather passing by, Wu Lang straightened up, covered him with the quilt, and said in a low voice: "I will watch over you, take a good rest."

Shang Shijing just wanted to say that he had just woken up, but after the severe pain just now, he felt tired. He nodded and felt his hands landed in an extraordinarily warm space. It took him a while to realize Those were Wu Lang's hands, so he couldn't help laughing, probably because he thought it was quite interesting.

He wanted to ask that the two of us would probably be considered a success, so it was settled, would you really wait for me to wake up and guard me all the time?

"it is good."

Finally he said.

The author has something to say: the fat whale did it, not the pot.

Big brains are Wu Lang's exclusive setting...

By the way, I have thought about driving, but after reading the comments in the chapter on Meat Compensation, I feel that if it is really open, you will not give up until you send me to prison, so I don’t have a car.