Pick up a dead man and bring him back

So, set up a cross.

Then I was tied to it.

When Shan Cunzhi saw that I was tied to the wood, he took a satisfied look at Shiba, and praised: "Not bad!"

Shiba's hands trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse, "Master..."

Shan Cunzhi ignored his voice, pointed at me, glared, and said, "When will he change his mind and when will he be put down!"

Eighteen was indifferent, and replied: "Yes! This subordinate understands—" The final sound was bitten very hard, obviously, his mood seemed not as hard as his expression.

Shan Cunzhi stood aside and said, "Sir, think about it carefully, and I won't bother you anymore. I'll come see you tomorrow, sir."

I smiled in a leisurely manner: "It's really a labor of love for the general."

Shan Cunzhi turned pale again, flicked his sleeves, and left.

As the wind blew violently, Shiba stood beside me, then knelt on the ground, his knees embedded in the snow.

I was shocked and said, "What are you doing!"

"When will you agree! When will I get up! Please, sir, take good care of your body." Shiba said.

Are you threatening me with yourself?

When I looked at him, my gaze turned cold. What I hate the most in my life is other people—especially the one I fell in love with, poking my softest place with his life.

"It's up to you!" My eyes fell silent, and I looked towards the east in my heart, not knowing when the dawn would break, and whether I could survive such a severe winter night.

I was tied up in the snow, one night.

But I still couldn't pass out from the cold, the reason was just that Shibahui stubbornly sent me internal energy. Although I felt cold, I still managed to hold on all night.

Until the early sun rises slowly from the east.

Shiba knelt on one side, his lips were off white, and he didn't know if it was too cold, but the warm sunlight shone on his face, but he couldn't get any color.

I glanced at him, and my heart ached after all, "Eighteen, you go back, why bother to suffer next to me?"

Eighteen, eighteen...

You should understand that some things are settled once they are settled, and they can no longer be changed.

You are no longer... not qualified to use yourself as a bargaining chip.

Shiba lowered his head, white snowflakes were falling on the black clothes, the black clothes other than the snowflakes were all condensed into lumps due to the frost, strands of hair were stuck to the back, covered with white Frost mist, the whole person looks like frozen.

"My lord tells me, when will my husband change his mind, and when will I let go..." The ending trembled slightly, and the gentle, watery voice finally dropped down.

Is that so?

Then you knelt on the ground and gave me internal energy, why are you doing it?

You are helping me cheat, Eighteen.

I chuckled, but didn't feel any joy. I said, "Eighteen, aren't you cold?"

"My lord tells me that I can only go back when my husband changes his mind." Eighteen repeated deeply, with a firmness that did not allow resistance.

There seemed to be something trembling in my chest, and I felt a little dizzy in my head.

Still such a nice voice.

It's the same as the voice that sticks to my ears and calls me Ming'er, warm, beautiful, and even palpable.

only……

I laughed more and more happily, and the slight vibration in my chest made me feel pain like a knife.

But, that voice... never belonged to me...

never had...

I looked at Shiba kneeling on the ground, carefully looked at his eyebrows, and the expression in between, there was nothing but numbness - like a puppet that has been hollowed out, ignorant...

Only his master is the clockwork, turning gently, so this body called Shiba will move...

Only then do I know... what is life...

Perhaps, apart from orders, this man named Shiba really knows nothing...

I compromised.

"Eighteen, do you want me to draw?" I smiled softly, but my voice was as soft as snowflakes, "If you want me to draw, I will draw for you..."

The kneeling body suddenly trembled, snow fell from the clothes one after another, and rolled into the snow, invisible.

There was a little light in his eyes, but he was still just a puppet.

"You said, are you going to be eighteen?" He swallowed the words word by word in his throat, and each word was raw and astringent, as if it had been burnt by rolling coals.

eighteen……

Eighteen...

In fact, there is nothing wrong with it, because no matter whether it is because of the same fate Gu, I fell in love with you, I, Jun Ming, have always been a person who dares to love and hate.

So, in my chest, some longing suddenly appeared vaguely.

How much I want to, I will not hate you.

This kind of thought even brought a trace of heat to my chest that was so cold that it was numb.

A slight coldness suddenly fell on the eyelids.

I raised my head with difficulty and looked at the vast sky, where there were countless tiny catkin-like creatures slowly falling down—is it snowing again?

"My lord, tell me, sir, only if you change your mind..." The light in those eyes disappeared, and they were as dark as thick ink.

I froze for a while——

I just feel very cold...

This snow is coming at a bad time, I think.

"Then I will draw." I laughed, and my voice was brisk: "Come here and put me down, and I will draw for you."

The two... neither of them can kneel like this again...

will die...

My own life does not belong to me in the first place, and it is not worthy of rarity...

but……

I glanced at Shiba who looked like a snowman on the ground, but I still couldn't let it go.

I smiled and felt very relaxed and my chest pain was gone.

Can't let go - just can't let go...

I don't want to struggle at all.

Shiba struggled to get up, and the ice and snow flakes all over his body shook to the soles of his feet. This man stood in front of me with a cold body, and stretched out his hand to untie the rope that bound me.

in silence.

It's just the hoarfrost hanging on his low eyelashes, trembling slightly.

So in the world, it seems that there are only those trembling eyes left - just like sadness.

Why sad?

Didn't I promise you already?

You will not be punished.

Because I promised you, your lord, you will get a supreme treasure, and you may even be invincible on the battlefield.

As the main interrogator, you will be rewarded—good wine...or beautiful women?

But I... don't think these are important...

I just want your lord to let you go, and you can live the life you want, marry a wife and have children, and provide for Uncle Yun until his death.

There is no longer any need for Cheng Huan to be under me or ride on top of me.

I feel pain in the eyes, very sudden pain!

I cursed damn it—there is a vast expanse of whiteness all around—may I have snow blindness?

Maybe it hurts too much.

I bit down on the man's shoulder blade hard, the bone hurt my gums, and I didn't let go.

Blood flowed out slowly...

is warm.

Then, it quickly disappeared into his black skirt.

Only the salty smell left in the mouth.