Sword Net Three Strategies Hidden One Thought Becomes Calamity

In the Valley of the Evil, every year when autumn comes to the Central Plains, there will be such a heavy rain in the valley. I don't know who it is for.

The rain dilutes the barren smell in the air, making those who wander in the rivers and lakes extremely sleepy, those who are awake are drunk, and those who are drunk can fall into a deep dream, and they will be fascinated by the wonderful or absurd things. Woke up from the dream.

It's ridiculous.

Tang He never dreamed, but this time, when he had a dream, it was still a nightmare.

In his dream, he saw that Lu Jie's tent was half-penetrated, and the air was beautiful... He stayed by Lu Jie's side in a dirty way, Lu Jie was kissing him, he shared the bed with Lu Jie, shared the same bed with Lu Jie, Jie's limbs are intertwined, and every corner of his body is stained with the smell of Lu Jie——

Going to war to meet the enemy, he was behind Lu Jie, and the life-chasing arrow pierced through Lu Jie's body sharply and without hesitation, while he held the crossbow and watched Lu Jie fall down, turned around and walked into the mighty array without looking back.

The sight woke him up with a start.

When he suddenly opened his eyes, his mind gradually cleared up, and Tang He realized that he was covered in cold sweat.There was still some remnants of the drunken dizziness, Tang He supported his forehead, sat up slowly, and Lu Jie's figure appeared in his sight.

The man seemed to be half-drenched in the rain, with the hood down, leaning against the wall with his chest folded, staring at the rain outside the window in a trance.

Tang He knew that his heart was still beating wildly. The joy and killing in the dream were too real, but he almost believed it was real, thinking that what he saw in the dream had actually happened.He listened to the rain outside the window, let out a breath, turned around and touched his mask by the pillow to put it on, only under the cold mask could he force himself to calm down, and turned back to the expressionless Tang He .

Lu Jie's voice floated in the silence, unexpectedly not as frivolous as before. "What did you dream about?"

Tang He opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

"But you kept calling my name in your dream." Lu Jie turned his head, Tang He frowned and avoided, but he knew that his eyes had been staying on him, not moving away for half a moment.

"Dreams are all fake." Tang He said coldly.

Lu Jie closed his eyes and chuckled, "Then what is real?"

Tang He remained silent and did not answer.Although the dream was illusory, but from the perspective of a third person, the real fear he felt when he saw Lu Jie fell in a pool of blood under his own assassination was not fake at all.

The longing for each other when having sex with Lu Jie was also true.

So what is fake?

As if the last cocoon in his heart was about to be peeled off and exposed in front of others, Tang He didn't dare to stay by Lu Jie's side for another second, he turned over and got out of bed as quickly as if he had been electrocuted, put on his boots and put on his coat Carrying the thousand receivers, he hurriedly stepped out of the door, not even noticing the white cat lying at the door, just like a refugee, disappeared in the night and heavy rain.

"Meow..."

The cat looked at the direction Tang He was leaving, and ran into the house after a while, climbed onto Lu Jie's shoulder, and rubbed against Lu Jie's neck.

"Good boy." Lu Jie stretched out his hand to pet the cat, sighed softly and his voice fell into the room, and he said to himself, "I'd better not say it to him."

The cat opened its eyes and looked at Lu Jie's face, "Meow?"

"I like him……"

Lu Jie murmured, as if the only one who understood him was his cat.

During these days, Lu Jie could tell that Tang He had already moved his heart towards him, but he didn't dare to fall in love, because in the bottom of Tang He's heart, he was using the three words Haoqi League to imprison himself, forcing himself not to have true feelings.

He likes Tang He.But he could neither speak out nor express what Tang He was thinking.Once the last boundary between them is erased, this relationship will become a ridiculous joke in an instant.

Heavy rain would make the receiver slide, blur the target, and make his bolts fidgety and inoffensive.Tang He went straight out of Liefengji and came to practice alone under this uninhabited mountain rock. It was the place where Lu Jie and him sparred on weekdays. He gritted his teeth like crazy, wishing he could All the crossbow arrows and hidden weapons on his body were aimed at the wooden post.

I don't know how long I have practiced madly in the rain, struggling hard but can't find any shadow of meditation.Tang He put away the Thousand Receiver resignedly and unwillingly, and the sound stopped, only then did he realize that there was a chill behind his back. It was not Lu Jie, but he had a skill no less than Lu Jie.

He subconsciously held the dagger at his waist, and when he turned around, he saw a Taoist priest of Chunyang, dressed in white, holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing not far from him.Tang He frowned, only felt that the Taoist's breath was very familiar, recognized it for a few seconds through the rain curtain, and then tentatively asked, "Luo Baihong?"

"Exactly, Tang He."

Only when Luo Baihong opened his mouth could Tang He confirm, and further doubts and vigilance arose, "Why are you here..."

After Cold Wind Castle and the others escaped from danger, Tang He quietly released Tianxuanying's contact token, and waited for Tianxuanying's reply. If Tianxuanying allowed him to go back to Haoqi League, the person who came to find him should also be a Tang Sect disciple. Instead of Luo Baihong.

Luo Baihong still had the cold demeanor in Tang He's impression, "I heard from Ling Feng that you were in the Valley of the Wicked, so I went north to look for you."

"Looking for me?"

Tang He couldn't help asking why, his intuition was pointing him in a bad direction, he felt that Luo Baihong came to him only for the affairs of Haoqi League.If this is the case, it is probably related to the battle of Wuwang City.Tang He continued, "If you need to find me, you might as well tell me first."

"I came here to ask for your help to defend Wuwang City." Luo Baihong knew that he had come abruptly, and paused for a while, "As you know, after the master passed away, no one from the Haoqi League came to take his place, and the morale of the army was shaken. This time, Shen Xiao will definitely attack with all the power of the Valley of the Evil. If Wuwang City falls at this time, the Haoqi League will definitely plummet. At that time, not only will the three parties collapse, the military resources will be cut off, and even a large amount of combat power may be lost."

Luo Baihong said that in reality, he was not sure in his heart that he would be able to persuade Tang He to come. This time he showed up in the Valley of the Wicked, and Guo Wei was watching in the dark and ready to make a move at any time, but it was also a dangerous move. If not for this time, both sides valued it too much. Luo Baihong would not take such a risk in this battle in Wuwang City.

On the opposite side, Tang He's figure was half hidden in the heavy rain, he neither stepped forward nor retreated, still holding the Thousand Receiver in his hand, he responded, "Why did you ask me for help?"

Anticipating Tang He's vigilance, he explained frankly, "Because you are different from Junqian and Gu Lin, what you are after is a camp rather than an individual."

Tang He looked at Luo Baihong and remained silent for a while.Luo Baihong continued, "If you had lost the Haoqi Alliance in your heart, you would not have released Tianxuanying's token. It's just that Tianxuanying thinks that you are too close to Lu Jie, and you know too much information. Therefore, I am on guard against you in every possible way. Just imagine, if you are willing to help defend this Wuwang City, Tianxuanying will definitely dispel your doubts and let you return to the Haoqi League."

The other party was right.Tang He knew very well that after being brought to the Valley of the Wicked by Lu Jie, he never gave up the idea of ​​returning to Haoqi.

Even so, there was something Luo Baihong didn't mention——Lu Jie.This person who has been locking him by his side and indulged him all this time, who has sharpened him to such a sharp point, never imagined that the lonely self would come so close to a hostile person one day.

Tang He lowered his eyes, thought for a few times, turned his back, and said slowly, "I can't escape Lu Jie's sight. You can go."

"Have you fallen in love with Lu Jie?"

Just as he was about to step away, these words pierced through his cold mask like a knife coming from the dark with lightning speed.

This is the fact that he is least willing to admit, and also the fact that he is least willing to be discovered.Even if it is discovered by Lu Jie.

Seeing Tang He stopped in place, Luo Baihong took a small step forward, "If you really want to escape from Lu Jie, I have a way, but I don't know if you'd like to give it a try."

Shen Xiao didn't speak a word to him again.

It's not that I don't want to, it's really too pale to say anything.

The two of them were drenched in the heavy rain. After Ye Junqian cried enough, Shen Xiao brought him back to the house.The guards burned two buckets of water, and Ye Junqian curled up and soaked himself in the water.The water was warm, but Ye Junqian felt cold all over his body, as if he was about to freeze and freeze in the water, turning into an immovable rock.Obviously Shen Xiao was very close to him.

He curled up, like a hedgehog terrified of the outside world, wrapping himself up.It's like going back to the time when I was wandering in Luoyang.He still remembered that he was in the corner of a dark alley where no one could see him and no one could hear him.There is no light, no heat, just a small space with incomparable silence.

Warm water is drawn to ripple.

Ye Junqian opened his eyes, raised his head, and saw Shen Xiao's face.

Shen Xiao remained silent as before, approaching Ye Junqian, reaching out to hug him.Ye Junqian felt like a snail that had been pulled out of its shell, its weaknesses exposed in front of others but there was nowhere to hide.

Shen Xiao held the back of Ye Junqian's head, not leaving any room for him to escape, and forced him to accept his deep kiss.Lips and tongues are tangled together like ropes tied into a dead knot.

The moment Ye Junqian closed his eyes, Shen Xiao pressed him and led him to the bottom of the water.

Time seemed to stand still.

The breath that was forced to hold, the hollow and depressing sound of water, and the source of all the reality in this darkness is only Shen Xiao.Ye Junqian felt as if his life was being controlled by Shen Xiao, and Shen Xiao refused to let go of him, as if he wanted to drown in the water with him.

Drowning is fine too.

Ye Junqian embraced Shen Xiao, but he really hoped that if he would just sink down and never wake up, he didn't want tomorrow, he didn't want the future.He only wanted Shen Xiao.

When Ye Junqian surfaced before completely dying, for a moment, Ye Junqian felt that everything around him had turned into nothingness, and Shen Xiao was the only one he could see in his eyes still filled with water. .

"Are you willing to die with me?" Shen Xiao asked him.

Even though he didn't need to answer, Ye Junqian didn't answer either.Ephemeral questions are forgotten after dark.Shen Xiao hugged Ye Junqian and stood up, stepped out of the tub, and walked straight to the bed.

She didn't call him by his name affectionately as usual, and she didn't bend over to his ear and speak love words in a hoarse voice. There was no extra drama, no tricks to seduce.At this moment, tenderness seems to be all hypocrisy, and there is only greed and primitive demand and encroachment between each other.

At this moment, it seemed that only the pain brought to him by Shen Xiao was real, and if that was the case, it made him feel more painful.Ye Junqian wished he could engrave Shen Xiao into his bone marrow, and he would never forget it until he died.

Shen Xiao was like a dagger with a barb, but Ye Junqian held him and stabbed the blade into his chest with his own hands.