Today is also the day I was attacked by the little lord

Having held the Sword of Pursuing Soul for many years, Su Xun never expected that one day it would turn into a sharp blade against his comrades, even if he didn't want it, a big mistake has already been made.

He could only watch helplessly as Shaohao died so tragically in front of him.

A wanton and insolent laugh broke out from that mouth, and he snatched the soul-chasing sword with his hands, not even letting Shaohao's body go.

The sharp blade chopped off the motionless body, and the sticky blood flowed back into a river, like vines from hell, tightly entangled his drooping feet.

Extreme grief, anger and despair choked in his chest, bursts of colic swept up, he couldn't help but choked out a mouthful of blood.

His mind, tensed to the limit, became hazy for an instant, his eyes went dark, and he fell backwards.

When he woke up again, he had been transferred to a luxuriously decorated palace.

His hands and feet were still tightly bound, and his whole body was sore and limp. When he raised his head, he saw a pot of charcoal fire burning vigorously in front of him.

The man was dressed in a snow-colored fox fur, half of his face was covered by a silver mask, only his pale crimson lips were exposed, and he smiled presumptuously and dangerously.

He inexplicably felt that the person in front of him felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but before he had time to think about it, the sharp edge of Senhan was already close to his body, and the person's voice echoed in his ears, trembling with excitement:

"I can't wait... bro, let's get started!"

Then there was an unforgettable pain. The man used a boning knife to carve a blood-colored lotus flower deeply on his left shoulder. Seeing that he was unyielding, there was no response, and he became angry and sent someone to pour Huasheng powder into him:

"Brother, if you insist on refusing, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Huashengsan's poison stone is hopeless, extremely cruel.He only felt that the internal organs seemed to be shredded by a huge force, and then forcibly joined together, and the pain of gnashing teeth escaped with every inch of breath.

Under the crazy erosion of toxicity, dirty blood gushed out from the seven orifices, roaring in the ears, blurred vision, unable to even move.

However, perhaps it was determined that Huashengsan's restraint was invincible, the chains around his body had been undone at some point, and the forbidden martial arts medicine he had taken before was gone.

In the distant memory, someone seemed to warn him that the martial arts he practiced was unique, more upright and peaceful than ordinary people, and it was a good recipe for warming and nourishing.Huashengsan is extremely toxic, and only warm and stable things can restrain it. Therefore, only white jade bottles can be used to hold it, and vessels made of other materials will be completely corroded.

Now that he is unwilling to compromise, that person will naturally not hand over the antidote.Anyway, life hangs by a thread, it's better to fight to the death, or you can kill a bloody path.

While no one noticed, he tried his best to gather a little mind, and the surging inner breath rushed out from the air pockets in his lower abdomen, quietly protecting the viscera and meridians, and then launched a strong counterattack against the toxins that invaded everywhere!

At that time, he was equivalent to using his body as a battlefield, allowing two powerful forces to rush left and right in his body.

Purple-black blood gushed out continuously from the seven orifices, and the joints of the whole body made toothache "cracking" sounds.Drenched in cold sweat, his fingers dug deeply into the soft blanket on the ground, and with patience, he pressed back all the shattered cries of pain.

A full two hours passed before the poisonous poison that was rushing in all directions was gradually wrapped by layers of thick internal force, and flowed into the sea of ​​air pockets.

He knew that such an approach was tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst. In the short term, the internal force in the air pocket could maintain a delicate balance with the toxin, and he would not be able to practice in the future. Once the internal energy was exhausted, Huasheng Powder would explode again—— —

At that time, it was his...

An unstoppable trembling spread all over his body, Su Xun seemed to lose his strength for an instant, and memories rushed into his mind loudly, unable to be erased or gouged out.

Pain and fear enveloped him from all directions, and he couldn't avoid it until Duan Yunyang's anxious cry came from his ears:

"Su Xun, Su Xun? Are you okay?"

Just now when he was talking, he lost his voice. Duan Yunyang waited for a long time but did not get a response. When he looked up, he saw his brows furrowed, a crack in his usually calm and self-possessed expression, and his lips were faintly pale.

Uneasy in his heart, Duan Yunyang didn't care about his injuries for a moment, stood up and supported his shoulders, and the ending sound changed a little in fright:

"You look very ugly, but what's wrong with you? Could it be that...the so-called martial arts restriction has hurt your body?"

"...It's okay, I'm just a little tired, don't worry about it."

Su Xun lowered his eyes to suppress the strange emotions, and when he looked at Duan Yunyang again, his expression was almost normal: "The harm to the body is not serious, but the martial arts are restrained and the internal energy is insufficient, so the energy is naturally not as good as before."

It's better not to teach him about Hua Sheng San.

After a pause, Su Xun continued: "The man killed Shaohao with my hand, and then threw me into a hidden palace. Maybe he thought I was powerless to escape, so he didn't restrict my actions too much. Later, Whenever that person went out, I took advantage of his absence, stunned the guards who came to deliver food, changed clothes and escaped quietly. However, there was one thing that baffled me..."

"What's the matter?"

"I was exhausted on the way to escape, and I ran into a patrol team outside the palace gate. I was about to fight to the death, but the leader saluted me, and then led the team away... Only then did I barely escape , and join Zhiheng."

Seeing the confused look on Duan Yunyang's face, Su Xun couldn't help but chuckled: "Zhiheng is Boss Ye of Wuxie Building. Thanks to him taking me in here for the past year, you and I have the chance to meet."

Seeing that Su Xun explained everything, Duan Yunyang silently nodded, but he was still puzzled.

If only martial arts were restricted at the beginning, with Su Xun's ability, he could have contacted the old department early and sent the mission information back to Xuanxiao Pavilion. Why did it take a full year?

In addition, although Su Xun witnessed Shaohao's death with his own eyes, Shaohao hadn't taken off his mask at that time, and the light was dim, so there was also the possibility of misidentification. Whether the deceased was Shaohao himself is still uncertain.

And the inner ghost in Xuanxiao Pavilion...

Bursting with headaches, Duan Yunyang frowned and sighed: "You just said that the palace guards did nothing when they met you. If it wasn't for the help of friends, is it possible that they mistook you for someone else? people?"

"That's what I think," Su Xun said with a wry smile, "I was seriously injured at the time, and fell into a coma shortly after we met. According to Zhiheng, after I escaped from the palace, there was a wave of cleaning in the palace. Resigned, the patrol captain was the first to bear the brunt... In addition, someone came to chase and kill along the escape route very soon. If it was really a friend rather than an enemy, he should have covered up his tracks. Inference like this, I am afraid that I was lucky enough to escape. Birth day."

Duan Yunyang stared fixedly at him, his heart was pounding, once he thought that if it wasn't for his fate, the person in front of him would never be seen again, his sour and eager emotions surged, and he couldn't help opening his arms, and embraced Su Xun Hug tightly.

His embrace came warmly and suddenly, Su Xun didn't even have time to react, and suddenly fell into the softness.

Duan Yunyang's body, which was tense due to his martial arts practice all the year round, was slack due to injuries, and his skeleton was not as tall as that of people from the Western Regions. At this moment, his bare embrace seemed extraordinarily warm and soft.

Su Xun paused, and then let out a breath slowly.

He had always walked alone, never had Xiao thought of such comfort, his body softened and his palms felt hot, his chest surged with emotion, and he had the urge to hug back.

After all, it is him, the person who has been wishful thinking for several years.

This was the first time that Duan Yunyang took the initiative to hug him. In the past, when he touched him or touched him intimately, he secretly noticed it, and the other party did it inadvertently.

At this time, the two are facing each other frankly, and their identities are completely unobstructed. This unreserved dependence and trust, the ecstasy after reunion in a catastrophe, is like time brewing the sweetest wine, which makes people want to get drunk and gives birth to peach blossoms. .

It's a pity that I can't...

His outstretched fingers gradually retracted, clenched into fists, and then opened spasmodically, intending to push Duan Yunyang's body away.

Sensing Su Xun's resistance, Duan Yunyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought of a plan, he simply showed a painful expression, and wailed:

"Hiss—it hurts!"

"What, did you touch the wound?" Su Xun was startled when he saw him in pain, how could he dare to use half of his strength.

Seeing this, Duan Yunyang also lowered his hands, leaning softly on Su Xun's shoulder, annoyed in a hoarse voice:

"You hurt me..."

Su Xun was at a loss what to do at this moment, whether he was advancing or retreating, he was afraid of hurting Duan Yunyang again, so he had to follow his will.

Seeing that the man hugged him again as expected, Duan Yunyang was secretly happy in his heart, but his face remained calm, and his voice was even more unscrupulously weak:

"If you push and push like this again, I'm afraid my wound will hurt again."

Although his wish came true, he couldn't help but secretly sighed.This kind of coquettish and obsessive tricks have always been done by others to keep themselves when they were having fun in the past.

Little did he know that one day, he would also be reduced to such a situation.

Really lamentable, lamentable!

The author has something to say: Hahahahahaha yy is a real skr werewolf, it’s so cute on the battlefield~ It’s a worry-free little milk attack hahaha!

I wish you all a happy May Day! ! !Have fun hehe~