give me a chance to be a good person

Shang Shijing slowly woke up and turned around. The sky had already darkened, and he could only see a bright moon supported by thousands of stars.

He was hugged in someone's arms, and he still had some misty eyes over his shoulders. The two ten thousand skys turned into four or eight ten thousand skys. The figures overlapped and followed behind him step by step, not far away. close distance.

It wasn't Wan Changkong who took him away, so this person is...

Shang Shijing raised his head, his eyebrows were dark and thick, and his long gray hair was flying in the dark night. It was probably a subconscious movement that Wu Lang noticed. The older man turned his head slightly, with a smile on his face, and soon Put Shang Shijing down.The place should have been prepared long ago, the bonfire was burning intensely, and the barbecue sticks next to it exuded aroma. Wu Lang also sat down, protecting Shang Shijing's neck, and told him to lie on his lap.

"What's wrong with me." Shang Shijing already sensed that something was wrong. He is not a sensitive and sentimental person. It is true that the current situation is lonely and exhausting, and it is very tormenting, but it is not so bad. The only possibility It's just that the injury is not that simple.

Wu Lang stretched out his hand to caress his long hair, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Your injury is a little poisonous, are you too tired recently? You don't even care about such a small thing."

poison……

Zhu Cheng actually dared to put poison on the weapon he wanted to hold in his mouth, what a man!

Shang Shijing stretched out his hand to caress the wound, and felt that his body was extremely heavy, as if his whole body had been hollowed out and then filled with a large pile of light cotton. It didn't feel real, but it was heavy and uncomfortable.He wondered why Zhu Cheng didn't tell himself clearly if he was poisoned, wasn't he afraid that everything would be in vain, but after thinking about it carefully, he understood.

If even this bit of poison can't be solved, why should Zhu Cheng believe that he has the ability to make Song Wuhe bow his head.

As expected, there are very few people on the evil path who are fuel-efficient lamps.

Shang Shijing smiled wryly, and looked up to see Wu Lang's side face. Today Wu Lang was wearing a blue robe, and he looked very thin and slender, but he had already felt the power contained in this body just now. Lying on this person's lap, there is a thrilling feeling that his life is hanging by a thread.

Wu Lang was not too far away from the water, he looked into the distance, his eyes sparkled, like a mirror reflecting the lake water, or filled with mellow wine.His hand gently caressed Shang Shijing's long hair, as if he was caring and comforting a frightened child. Although this kind of behavior meant nothing to Shang Shijing, at this moment, it gave Shang Shijing a little a faint consolation.

Shang Shijing closed his eyes reassuringly, and suddenly felt that he was not so afraid anymore.

As for those things that should be troubled, such as why Wu Lang came here, how long he followed, how much he saw; whether Zhu Cheng's poison is serious; the threat of Shang Shijing, etc., let's leave it to tomorrow to solve it.

Love is a selfish thing. Zhan Zhixi respected Wu Lang, and he also respected Shang Shijing until the bitter sea of ​​life and death was overthrown. After Bei Yihong sacrificed himself, Zhan Zhixi's temperament changed drastically. anger and hatred.During those days when the world was full of smoke, Shang Shijing and Yi Jianhan were mixed together, and Zhan Zhixi had talked with Wu Lang in private about the coincidence back then.

He said: Although there is no evidence, the third brother must have done something.

It looked like Nan Jixue dreamed back at midnight many years after sending Yu Wanggui away, and hesitantly said to Wu Lang: Is third brother really so innocent?

They have been sworn brothers for many years. At that time, Shang Shijing also advised them all, and the six Jue advanced and retreated together. At that time, the relationship was not as hanging by a thread as it is now.The third child has always been introverted, kept his feelings deep in his heart, and was too smart and calm. If he really wanted to do things cleanly, it would not be difficult. Jixue and Zhixi shouldn't be suspicious at all.

But why are they suspicious?

Wu Lang sighed a little in his heart. He carefully looked at Shang Shijing's sleeping face. His voice, as soft as a spring breeze, was surprisingly cold at the moment. He used his fingertips to trace this handsome face, and his fingertips slid down the outline. He frowned and said, "Are you testing their bottom line? Leaking traces will make people suspicious. If they hate you, you can be justified and end this friendship without caring?"

Concern, concern, no concern, no concern.

Wu Lang knew well that the deaths of Wan Changkong and Bei Yihong were probably inseparable from Shang Shijing, Wan Changkong had nothing to do with it, and Chunyun Liujue took over the death order issued by the Wan family together; Bei Yihong is very different, he is too important to Zhixin, so important that he has become the biggest variable.

"You are a very good swordsman." Wu Lang raised his head and saw Wan Changkong who was standing there blankly, with a regretful expression. He had seen Wan Changkong before his death, and he was an excellent opponent. He spoke well and had a decisive personality. , given time, he will definitely achieve great success in the way of swordsmanship, but it's a pity that everything stops here, he said softly, "You have to protect him well."

He thought that it would be too cruel an idea for Wan Changkong, who was made into a puppet by his third brother, to protect his third brother.

Fortunately, Wan Changkong didn't know anything anymore.

Wan Changkong smiled slightly, and he didn't know who was smiling. Wu Lang looked at him, feeling very sorry, and then lowered his head to look at his third brother's face. Shang Shijing was already a deep sleeper, and when he woke up, he was dangerous and cold His face became too soft at this moment, well-behaved and docile.

The third brother is good at everything.

It's a pity that he can't give you anything.

Wu Lang had always seen Shang Shijing very clearly, he knew what was hidden under the surface of that man's sneering Yan Yan, he knew how unfeeling and cruel the other was.He originally thought that everything would be different, he would let go of his hatred, and Shang Shijing would not be so crazy anymore. From the beginning to the end, it was all his wishful thinking.

In the end, he couldn't let go of his hatred, and Shang Shijing didn't change at all.

Chunyun Liujue didn't know how long he could last.

Wu Lang shook Shang Shijing's jet-black long hair, bent down lightly, looked at this face carefully, and asked silently with his lips parted.

"who are you?"

At the very beginning, Wu Lang already suspected that Shang Shijing had made a mistake, even though the person in front of him was pretending well enough, his words and deeds were a little bit pungent and mean, and he could answer Jixue's every temptation, as if it was just three words. My brother changed his mood, and it was rare for him to be merciful to everyone.However, it is absolutely impossible for Shang Shijing to look at him with such eyes, but after analyzing the relics of Cangmang, dealing with his own difficulties, and even helping Yu Wanggui to persuade Yi Jianhan, etc., this person in front of him has done a perfect job, so Wu Lang restrained those doubts again.

Not to mention that the third brother has no traces of seizing the house, even if there is, it would be too harsh to force every strong man who seizes the house to have the wisdom of the third brother.

Wu Lang was really suspicious of him, the first time he was in the world, but he was not so bold at that time, but he couldn't figure out what the third brother wanted to do; later, Wu Lang felt that Yu Wang's return was unimaginable; Shang Shijing found Zhu Cheng, and Wu Lang saw his expression clearly from outside, and only then did he draw a conclusion.

This person is not the third brother, nor is Shang Shijing put down, but a soul has been changed in this body.

No matter how similar he imitates, how well he speaks and responds, and how calm his demeanor is, he is not a fashion mirror.

Some things are so absurd, Wu Lang hoped that Shang Shijing would change, but when the other party really changed, he used this to tell that there were two souls in that body.

The fashion mirror is moonlight, bright and soft, but extremely cold.

No matter how hard he tries, the essence is that he cannot give warmth to anyone.

But this person is not like that, he is like a bonfire, covered by layers of mist, only when he gets close can he feel the warmth, the love and sympathy he felt when he looked at the pockmarked woman came from his sincerity.

[When justice will be reduced to milk, only children who can cry can be full. How can Xuantianmen let the world know that Yu Wanggui defected? Roar all the way, who cares about the truth. 】

"Do you really think so?"

Wu Lang is much older than others, and has walked in the world for a long time. He has always acted as the one who takes care of and tolerates everyone, but at that time on the same boat, this person spoke loudly, although it was not for him, but the expression in his eyes The strong dissatisfaction, and the cold and stern look in those words, seemed to burn an unknown fire into the bottom of his heart.

It was as if the bloody, disintegrated young man many years ago was suddenly embraced by someone amidst the worldly accusations and scolding, and that person leaned into his ear and said to him: "How do people in the world pass it on? What do you hear?" , I thought it was what it was like."

The voice was hoarse and cold, like the thinnest sharp blade in the world, cutting off the festering and rotten flesh, causing people to shrink back from the pain, but felt relaxed for no reason.

His chest seemed to be full of something that shouldn't be there, Wu Lang stared at his face, and said slowly, "Who are you?"

What do you want to do?

This time, Shang Shijing slept very soundly, and he was not even disturbed by Shang Shijing in his dream. He couldn't remember what dream he had, but he could only vaguely remember a sea of ​​clouds and a sky so blue that it seemed to reflect the sea. I don't know that my vest has been completely stripped away. When I wake up, I feel that I am full of energy, and I can muster up the courage to face every day that makes my scalp tingling.

When Shang Shijing woke up, he was leaning against Wan Changkong, his puppet's face was calm, his shoulders were as hard as a rock, and his neck ached from the pillow.Shang Shijing rubbed his neck, but felt a cool feeling on the wound, as if a mint leaf had been pasted on it. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and the chewed herb was still slightly damp, rubbing against his fingertips. It is grass green juice and scum.

Naturally, this herb couldn't have been picked by him in a dream, nor could it be Wan Changkong's favorite.

Wu Lang.

The name fell heavily on Shang Shijing's heart, he stretched out his hand to rub the other side of the intact neck, and couldn't help sighing.

Other people's big brother has never disappointed me.

The author has something to say: I have confirmed the eyes.

It's someone else's elder brother.

Don't worry about why Wu Lang will bring it up after he exposes the situation.