The second senior brother is back [Rebirth]

"Longyang's goodness..." Rong Yan thought hard to no avail, and said casually, "That's someone else's business, I can't comment on it."

"Then what if..." Shen Tianmian paused, and under Rong Yan's doubtful gaze, he mustered up his courage and said, "What if I say, I like you?"

The fireworks in Rong Yan's hands burned out.

This is a tentative confession. If it succeeds, everyone will be happy. If it fails... maybe you can start all over again.

Rong Yan froze for a moment, threw away the burnt fireworks in his hand, and asked, "Shen Tianmian, tell me first, what is liking?"

Shen Tianmian imagined Rong Yan's response countless times, but never thought that Rong Yan would ask him what he likes.

Rong Yan blew the firework, slowly ignited all the firework sticks, threw them on the ground, and asked himself, "I like the love between men and women, right? Like Cai Xuxu and Lu Wanniang, and Rong Yucui and my aunt."

Without getting an answer from Shen Tianmian, Rong Yan continued to think to himself, "I have always been skeptical. There seems to be no love and hate for no reason in this world. I support you...you are because of the same illness. Those two strangers who have no blood relationship, Why do you like each other? Are they lying? My mother died because she was cheated."

"No, I'm not lying." Shen Tianmian defended weakly, "Maybe it's fate? Or whatever, you can't define liking as a verbal lie, Rong Yan, I..."

"But I still don't understand this kind of feeling." Rong Yan interrupted him with inexplicable anger, "I've tried my best to understand your feelings, but what's the use of it? I'm a cold-blooded person by nature. A way to understand your mood...Zhu Jianqing is right, he and I should be friends, because we are equally ruthless."

He didn't dare to look into Shen Tianmian's eyes, and wanted to leave in a panic, almost bumping into the signboard on the side of the road.

Shen Zhoumian wanted to tell him to run slowly so that he would not fall, but he was also worried that his words would make him more nervous, so he had to wait for his steps to stabilize before following him from a distance.

He naturally understood the meaning of Rong Yan's words.

Rong Yan didn't hate his liking, but was afraid that he would disappoint his feelings.

As long as he is not disgusted, he still has a chance.

One day, he will make Rong Yan understand what it means to like him, and let Rong Yan really like him.

In Yanzhou in the Central Plains, the moon and stars are rare.

The former alliance leader Shen Qiao was very old, although he still looked young, but the characteristics of the old people who felt little had been fully displayed in him.

He was sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake in the backyard of the Shen family, watching a round of bright white moon, drinking a cup of light wine, enjoying the happiness of his old age.

"Mr. Shen still doesn't rest so late, isn't he afraid that the night will be cool and windy, and he will hit the Yin-Yang Road?"

The stone table in the pavilion was hit hard and shattered. Shen Qiao relied on her intuition to make a quick decision and avoided the fatal blow.

"Oh, you are indeed the former leader. The old man is really good at it." Zhu Jianqing clapped his hands with a smile, "I know that there is a wrong and a debt. Your grandson offended me, so I had no choice but to come and find him." You are in trouble."

Shen Qiao looked warily at the boy who suddenly appeared in front of her.

He had not interfered in Jianghu affairs for many years, and had given up the habit of carrying a sword with him. Now that he was empty-handed, it was difficult to resist Zhu Jianqing's attack.

Within fifty rounds, Shen Qiao vomited blood and was knocked into the water.

Zhu Jianqing sneered, looking at Shen Qiao who sank into the water, feeling an inexplicable joy in his heart.

That's the way it should be, what is a warrior worth?It's not about dying at his hands.

Futu city.

After the Chongming Festival, Rong Yan deliberately kept a distance from Shen Tianmian.He firmly believed that Shen Tianmian was just dizzy for a while, and couldn't tell the difference between liking and habit-Shen Tianmian should just be used to being by his side, not liking it.

Shen Tianmian couldn't laugh or cry, and was afraid of pushing him too hard, so he was forced to become a stalker, secretly following Rong Yan from afar.

Rong Yan knew that Shen Tianmian was still following him, and wanted to take a few quick steps to get rid of him, but he was also worried that he would get lost after he got rid of him, so he walked faster and slower for a while, and his inner self-correction was about to tie up.

On the second day, Rong Yan simply broke the can and threw the door behind closed doors.

Wen Buxie delivered two porcelain vases on the third day after the Chongming Festival.

"This, here, one is the poison I newly developed, and the other one is my blood." He looked at Rong Yan and said shyly, "The fetal poison is very, very fierce, so, the emissary must be careful, Don't hurt, hurt yourself."

He was as sincere and innocent as a child, and Rong Yan stretched out his hand without hesitation to touch his head again, but he nimbly avoided it.

"It's poisonous, don't touch it." Wen Buxie warned with a straight face.

Rong Yan teased, "No poison can hurt me, at most it's just numb for a while, come here and let me touch it."

Wen Buxie still stubbornly avoided, refusing to give him a pat on the head, so anxious that he jumped out of the window and ran away.

Rong Yan looked at his panic-stricken back, curled the corners of his mouth amusedly, then lit the censer, ready to try the poison again.

The pain caused by the new poison was worse than that of Qianyue Zhen, but luckily Rong Yan had made preparations in advance and did not make much noise.

This fatal pain lasted for more than three hours, and when the effect of the medicine faded, the sun was already hanging in the sky.

Rong Yan let out a long breath, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, picked up Wen Busha's blood, raised his head and drank it.

The feeling after that didn't make him feel too much pain.

After the fetal poison entered his abdomen, Rong Yan began to fall into a state of numbness from head to toe, his whole body was light, and he could not use half of his strength.

He was still conscious, but he couldn't speak or hear.

It's over, Shen Tianmian!

Rong Yan exclaimed in his heart, his body stiffened, and he fell to the ground with an uncontrollable plop.

——The effect of fetal poison is so overbearing, if Shen Tianmian finds something abnormal, it will be a disaster if he doesn't care to help him up.

Before he fell into a coma, Rong Yan thought worriedly.

After Wen Buxie left, Shen Zhoumian didn't see Rong Yan coming out for a long time, and when he realized that something was wrong, he kicked open the door of his room, saw him lying on the ground unconscious, and wanted to hug him in a panic.

Smelling the strong stench of fetal poison, Duanmu Sheng knew that something was going to go wrong, so he rushed over from the next door and grabbed him.

"Don't touch him." Duanmu Sheng rarely looked serious, "This is Wen's shameless fetal poison, it's very serious, you take the antidote first, then go get a thicker quilt, we will use the quilt to carry him to the bed go."

Rong Yan slept for more than ten days.

Shen Tianmian stayed in front of his bed. On the fifth day, he accidentally received a letter from Shen Congyue, saying that his father was attacked by someone and was seriously injured. See you for the last time.

Shen Tianmian was in a dilemma, and had no choice but to entrust Qu Jingxia to help take care of Rong Yan, and hurried back to Yanzhou by himself.

"Ayan, where did you go to play? Why did you come back now?"

In a daze, Rong Yan heard a familiar gentle voice, blankly pushed away the white fog in front of his eyes, and found that he had actually returned to the Qisongyuan in Guiyun Mountain.

Ruan Qingge sat in front of the table, finished the new clothes she just sewed, and smiled at him, "You're a grown man, and you still don't come home every day. Your coronation ceremony will be in a month, and you should prepare a lot by yourself." Give it a go."

"Mine, crowning ceremony...?" Rong Yan looked at the person in front of him in confusion, "Ah Niang?"

"What's the matter? After going out for a while, why are you still so stupid?" Ruan Qingge stretched out her index finger and tapped her forehead, "Wake up, silly boy, did you meet someone's beautiful girl? Lose your soul gone."

The wooden door creaked behind him.

"What beautiful girl? Is there someone you like?" Rong Yu brushed off the dust on his sleeves, and said happily, "Good boy, you've grown up."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to pat Rong Yan's shoulder, but Rong Yan subconsciously avoided it.

Rong Yucui withdrew his lost hand, and said apologetically, "Yan'er, father knows that he has not been home for many years, and you and your mother have worked hard for you and your mother. Don't worry, after a while, father will hand over the position of head to you." Brother, bring you and your mother along, and let's live an ordinary life."

"You're talking big again." Ruan Qingge scolded from the side, "Even if you don't become the head of the sect, you still have to help the sect with its official duties, and you will deceive me and Ah Yan every day."

Rong Yucui couldn't bear her to be angry, so he took out an exquisite carved jade hairpin from his bosom, stepped forward and put his arms around Ruan Qingge's waist, and coaxed, "It's mine, but Qingge, don't worry, I will give you peace of mind sooner or later." A leisurely life, soon..."

Rong Yan looked at the two of Qin Se and Ming, his eyes were absent for a moment, and then he suddenly woke up, and grabbed Rong Yucui's neck with lightning speed.

"Who are you? Why did you come to my dream?!"

[Rong Yucui] turned into a cloud in his hands, floating around Rong Yan, "Boy Rong, it's me."

——Mist Hidden Mountain Spirit.

Rong Yan withdrew his hand and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"Let's take care of you." Shan Lingyu said earnestly, "You have played too much these two days, although that kind of poison will not kill you, but you hurt me and I hurt, can't you be gentle ?”

Rong Yan pulled the stool and sat down, and said, "If you hadn't created Zhu Jianqing, I wouldn't have to suffer like this."

Wuyin Mountain Spirit's voice was a little awkward for a moment, he faltered and said, "Then...it's not all my fault..."

Rong Yan looked at him coldly without saying a word.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault." Wuyin Mountain Spirit was defeated, and compromised, "You toss and toss as much as you like. I came to you because of that Shen Tianmian."

"Him? What's the matter with him?"

Wuyin Mountain Spirit gossiped ambiguously, "Don't pretend to be stupid, I've heard it all! That brat confessed to you, right?"

Rong Yan rolled his eyes, "Be good at being your mountain god, don't have nothing to learn from Duanmu Sheng, what good things can you learn?"

Shan Ling was strangely silent for a moment, and suddenly said earnestly, "If Lu Wanniang hadn't made a wish, your father and mother should be what they were just now."

Rong Yan gave a faint oh, and asked back, "So?"

Shan Ling said tiredly, "So you don't have to worry about that boy Shen will do something like your father. I'll meet him. Boy Shen will focus on his love and thoughts in his life, and he won't have half-hearted thoughts."

"..." Rong Yan sighed, "You misunderstood, I was never worried about him, but myself. Who can guarantee that I won't become Zhu Jianqing, become moody, cruel and bloodthirsty?"

He is not afraid of betrayal and hurt, but only worried that he will hurt others.

A dream, false and true, and unreal.

Rong Yan opened his eyes, the sky was gloomy, and it seemed that a storm was coming.

"Shen Tianmian? Are you there?"

No one responded.

Rong Yan went to the window and closed it, put on his clothes and lit the oil lamp, and said to himself, "Where is he? Where did he go?"

He went downstairs barefoot with a lamp in hand. The surroundings were quiet and empty, with no traces of human life. The walls were covered with cobwebs, and the tables, chairs and stairs were mottled and damaged, making them unusable.

Is this inn deserted?Rong Yan looked at the thick dust on the table and felt panicked.

How long has he been asleep?Why did everything change when I woke up?

"Shen Tianmian!" Rong Yan's voice began to tremble, "You are not allowed to lose your temper with me! Come out!"

"Clap-"

The wooden door behind him suddenly came to the bottom, dust was everywhere, Rong Yan covered his mouth and nose, calmed down, and tentatively walked in.

This is a warehouse with a large area, which is also dilapidated and old. Rong Yan pushed away the tables and chairs blocking the road and walked inside.

He vaguely saw a figure of Youdao, wearing a dark red shirt, standing in the deepest part of the warehouse with his back turned to him.

It should be Shen Tianmian.

Rong Yan ran over ecstatically, and the protruding iron nails of the table and chair scratched his ankle.

"Shen Tianmian, don't scare her away next time, it took a lot of effort to find you."

What responded to him was a skeleton that crashed to the ground.

Wearing Shen Tianmian's clothes, the skeleton stood alone in the corner of the warehouse for an unknown number of years.

Rong Yan stretched out his hand tremblingly, and pressed it on the skull's celestial spirit cover. In an instant, the yellowed skeleton gave birth to scarlet flesh and skin, and it was Shen Tianmian!

"Shen Tianmian...?" Rong Yan opened his eyes wide in bewilderment, tears accumulated in his eyes and fell uncontrollably.

How did he die... What happened here? !

why die?Isn't he great?What went wrong? !

...Could it be because he rejected Shen Tianmian, which led to the current situation? !

Rong Yan's mind was in a mess, he struggled to set up Shen Tianmian, and stumbled to leave.

His mind was in a mess, he didn't pay attention to his footsteps, he stepped on the ground the moment he walked out of the door, and fell into the endless darkness.

"Shen Tianmian—!" Rong Yan exclaimed in surprise, and opened his eyes suddenly.

Qu Jingxia, who was standing in front of the window looking at the scenery, was taken aback by him. Seeing him dripping with sweat, she poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, "Did you have a nightmare? It's okay, don't be afraid, this is Futu City. People can hurt you."

Panting heavily, Rong Yan took the tea, drank it in small sips, looked around, and asked, "Where's Shen Tianmian?"

"Oh, his old man——the former leader of the alliance, Senior Shen Qiao, something happened, and he seemed to be dying soon, so he went back early to have a look." Qu Jingxia said, and handed him a wet cloth, " Wipe off your sweat."

With lingering fear in his heart, Rong Yan asked in a trance, "When did Shen Tianmian leave? How many days did I sleep for?"

"How can I remember this clearly? Go to the next door and ask Duan Musheng, he has a good memory."

Rong Yan gave him a disgusted look.