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Chapter 32 Lights

Zhu Wengui saw Fang Siming knelt on the ground for a long time, as if he had condensed into a stubborn stone, he knew that his knife was no longer obedient.

He restrained his so-called father's face, sat on his honorable position as the master of Wansheng Pavilion, and said indifferently: "Forget it, you are my son after all, if you refuse, I will not force you. But today the evil doctor must die. Ming, I have ordered your people to go. There is one more thing I want you to do here. "

He took out a booklet from one side and was about to hand it to Fang Siming, but he heard him say, "I'll go! Father-in-law, I'll go. Instead of letting him die in the hands of others, I'd rather kill him with my own hands."

Fang Siming raised his head, his forehead was still stained with blood, but his face was as indifferent as ice.He stood up, with the anger of several years of killing, "Please adoptive father to give the child another chance."

Zhu Wengui still chose to believe him.He had already left behind, after all, Fang Siming is still the most useful knife in his hand now, and he still needs to comfort Yi once in a while.

Fang Siming was ordered to leave, and the white snow, like cotton, fell to an unknown corner under the wind.He put on his hood, and the broad cloak was trimmed with streaks of gold, which he had pulled out of his moon-white clothes this morning.

The hand wrapped in the glove fell from the brim of the hood, with a style of elegance and calmness.If he remembered correctly, these gloves were bought by Yuebai.I don't know when it started, maybe it was just a few days ago, or maybe it was just a few months ago, his clothes were mixed with Yuebai's, from clothes and boots to hairband and socks, there was nothing missing. There is a shadow of the moon.

Fang Siming's expression was calm, he looked at his hands, they were undoubtedly a pair of extremely beautiful hands, especially the golden sharp metal on the hands that looked like nail covers.The poison on it was discussed and smeared by Yuebai together with him. If it is a sword, then the blade of the sword was ground by Yuebai, and the scabbard of the sword was put on by Yuebai herself.

How long have they known each other?one year.

But in just one year.

Fang Siming laughed lowly, his deep eyes were full of blood that couldn't be washed clean.His handsome and fair face suddenly became sharp, and he smiled like a ghost climbing up from hell, his whole body was full of sinister and deadly aura.He usually takes a few vertical jumps on the roof while strolling in the garden, which is no different from the previous missions.

The sky was full of wind and snow, but in a moment, the pure black disappeared into the overwhelming whiteness.

Who in this world can kill the evil doctor?No one can kill him, or maybe anyone can kill him.He is so contradictory.He can be invincible or weak.

Fang Siming is trustworthy, but as long as Zhu Wengui says, he can deceive anyone.But that person will definitely not be Zhu Wengui himself.Fang Siming will not deceive Zhu Wengui.Whether Zhu Wengui or Lin Qinghui, everyone thinks so, including Fang Siming himself.

What about Yuebai?This man, Fang Siming, has hated and touched him, even thought of killing him more than once, and hurt him more than once.There is no choice between him and Zhu Wengui.

Fang Siming jumped over the high roof.But he has kissed him and hugged him, you said that Fang Siming can treat anyone like this, but no one's name is Fang Yuebai.

Oh, it's so funny.He was going to kill a person, and that person, he had thought "forever".Make him a bowl of longevity noodles that is not very delicious every year forever.He can't give him anything, he can't give him the promise of being a couple for life, he can't give him a bowl of less bitter medicine for him when he is sick, he can't do it, even treat him better, treat him better, at least don't give up He can't even do this one thing.

He once thought, at least... At least let him make a bowl of longevity noodles for him for one day in a year.He thought that he could definitely do this one thing.Because he will not let him die in front of Fang Siming.

He still hasn't done this one thing.Because, he is going to kill a person, and that person is his...his...

Who are you to me?Fang Siming's bloodshot eyes suddenly went blank.

Yue Bai is still dressed in moon white clothes today, with a gentle smile on a pale color without edges and corners.Bright red blood overflowed from his chest, and it was dyed red in an instant.

He knew the person holding the knife, who seemed to be Fang Siming's deputy, and now helped Yuebai bring some food or move some herbs.Yuebai thought this was a good thing, but fortunately Fang Siming didn't do it himself.Yuebai didn't know when Fang Siming would come back, so he would rather give up struggling to survive.This is also very good, at least not Fang Siming.

As he fell he saw the falling snow.He really doesn't like winter, and he doesn't like the elegant and beautiful snow in the eyes of others.The snow was so cold that every time he felt that his bones were going to be broken and his blood was going to be frozen into ice.

He didn't fall into the snow, but an embrace, a familiar but not so warm embrace.

"...You're back..." Yuebai smiled, still so softly.

Warm blood flowed on the cold metal, Fang Siming was afraid of dirtying the person in his arms, so he took off his weapon and gloves.He subconsciously took out a jade bottle from his bosom, he didn't have time to open the bottle, so he crushed the bottle, and the thin pieces of jade pierced into his palm, but he didn't seem to know the pain, he just held the only one in it The pill was sent into Yuebai's mouth.

Yuebai opened his lips, blood dripped down the corner of his lips, Fang Siming helplessly pressed his chin to make him swallow, he wanted to wipe off the blood around Yuebai's lips, Yuebai It was love that was clean, but the more he wiped, the more blood poured out from Yuebai's mouth, and he couldn't clean it no matter what.

He panicked, he hugged him, and transmitted his internal energy into Yuebai's body.He wanted to ask him why he didn't wait for him anymore?Wait for him to come back... wait for him to come back... so what?Yuebai is still going to die.His thin body leaned against his arms, so cold, it seemed that he couldn't warm him no matter what.The wind and snow hit people, Fang Siming suddenly realized that Yuebai was going to die.He struggled for so long with the choice Zhu Wengui gave him, and he was in a daze, at a moment he suddenly woke up.What is death?It's not that you can't see him again, and it's not that he abandoned you.But there is no more him in this world.

Fang Siming began to feel pain, starting from the paralyzed heart.He seemed to be suffering from a serious illness. He took out his internal organs and cut off his muscles, bones and flesh. Now the Mabosan he drank has no effect, and all the pain hit him in an instant, adding to his body.Sudden pain and... despair...

The medicine that Fang Siming fed him was probably the bones of life and death in ordinary people's mouth.But where in the world is there such a medicine.The killer of Wansheng Pavilion pierced Yuebai's chest with a knife, and now he is like a broken container, no matter how many things are put in it, it will leak out sooner or later.

Yuebai stretched out his hand and lightly stroked Siming's cheek above him, he had no strength left, his hand was shaking, he said: "Siming, it's all right..." It's all right, you don't need to make a choice.

Fang Siming grabbed that only thing and lowered his hand, pressed it on his cheek, and said the first sentence, his voice was so hoarse that it didn't look like a person: "Don't die."

Yuebai leaned against Fang Siming's arms, the two of them were in the ice and snow, but they felt colder than each other than the snow.

Yuebai didn't speak, in fact he was indeed speechless.He was listening carefully. He closed his eyes to separate the layers of snow, and heard the heartbeat in Fang Siming's chest. The smell of incense on Fang Siming's body was in his breath.

Life and death, there is nothing impenetrable.He had to die. If he hadn't died, how would Fang Siming face Zhu Wengui?He had thought of cheating death, he had fooled Fang Siming and Zhu Wengui.But Yuebai couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear to lie to Fang Siming, he couldn't bear to let him foolishly suffer for a living person.So he didn't want to lie.

He is such a conflicted person.On the one hand, he wanted Fang Siming to value him more, and on the other hand, he wanted Fang Siming to feel less pain.He prepared for the worst, but kept looking for room to struggle.He had hoped that if Zhu Wengui could let him go, it would be nice to wait here for Fang Siming to come back sometime.People, always deceive themselves subconsciously, only willing to believe what they want to believe.

I'm afraid, I'm afraid you'll resent meeting me.It was hard for you to meet me.But when I met you, it was luck that I had really used up my whole life.I never thought I could live like this for one person.I never thought that I would be hugged by someone to keep me warm and protect me from the wind and snow.

"...Fang Siming...do you regret it..." He thought so much, from the first time he saw him to the kiss last night, it was actually only a moment.He exhausted his strength, murmured like a raving, "I regret...meet me..."

Fang Siming laughed again, he grinned, but something rolled out of his eyes.

"Little doctor, I'm just one of thousands of people in the world, and I'm no different from them. Do you still love me?"

"Love..." He fell into his arms, and his hand slipped from Fang Siming's. He seemed to have strength again, and his face was abnormally red.He brushed the snow off Fang Siming's shoulders.His eyes were already blurred, his pale hair was dyed red by warm blood, his voice gradually became inaudible, but he still smiled clearly.

"...Why can't you shoot it off, the snow is too cold, it covered you all over..." He seemed to be confused, he restrained his smile, and murmured as if he wanted to finish his whole life , "Siming... I guess this should be regardless of gains and losses... I have never met and I don't know how to be enough love... But if it is you, I think... ..”

"do not talk."

"...If you don't say...it's too late..."

He looked at Yuebai, the person he had made up his mind to do his best to treat well.Now this person was in his arms, blood gushed out from his body, wet the moon-white clothes and stained the pure white snow and ice.

"No." He grabbed Yuebai's hand, and pressed his palm to his face so tenderly.He bent down and leaned close to Yuebai's ear, "It's time, it's all in time. I won't let you die. Be good, don't talk yet. When you wake up, I'll listen to whatever you want. Okay?"

The bleeding hand holds a lamp, delicate and delicate, the lantern emits light blue light and envelops Yuebai and Fang Siming in it.Yuebai was extremely tired, he shook his head invisibly, and moved his lips.What is he trying to say?Maybe let Fang Siming not save him.Anyone can save Yuebai, but only Fang Siming can't.

Fang Siming held Yuebai's hand, his face was gloomy, like a ghost.He thought, if he couldn't be with him, then before Fang Siming died, there must be at least one person somewhere that he could never forget.He must have someone who can make him feel that if he can't take another look before he dies, he will be hard to look at when he dies.

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One more. [Cover your face silently] Just now, Jiezhi suddenly realized that this chapter is wrong. This is Jiezhi's 200-word manuscript. [Cover your face] Why did it send out, oh, I forgot to set the time [snapping sound]