This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

Wen Zhe originally just found a teahouse to drink tea.The moment he picked up a cup of tea, a man with an ordinary face and a very lovable smile sat down in front of him.

"There seems to be an empty seat nearby." Wen Zhe glanced to the side, indicating that the person could sit on the empty table: "Your Excellency, please help yourself."

The man smiled kindly but not flatteringly.With a slight movement of his fingers, a crystal clear glass ball was held in his palm.This small ball is only the size of an adult's fist, and its entire body is colorless and transparent, but it glows with a soft white light.Wen Zhe glanced at it, and knew that this ball was just a photo ball for recording things.

"Someone ordered me to come over and give it to Mr. Wen."

"Who is that person?" Wen Zhe asked with a frown.In fact, he wanted to know more, for no reason, what would someone do if someone gave him a photo ball?

The man smiled mysteriously and shook his head: "I can't say that."

Wen Zhe didn't force him to say it.He looked the man up and down: this man's hands and feet are neatly organized, there is no special mark on his body, and his face is so ordinary that people can forget it at first sight.If there is only one peculiarity, it is probably only that he handed out his left hand to Wen Zhe instead of his right hand.

"Mr. Yujinhua sent you here?" Wen Zhe said abruptly.

A trace of surprise flashed across the man's expression, and after a while he returned to his usual smile: "What are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

"You handed me things with your left hand. This may not mean that you are left-handed, but at least you are used to doing things with your left hand without moving your right hand. And your left palm is callused, and the callus is blue. As far as I know , there is a special kind of medicinal material under Mr. Yujinhua. It is inconvenient to pick it with the right hand. Only the left hand is comfortable to pick it. There is a special group of people who pick this medicine for a living, and the rhizome of this medicinal material has a lot of juice, which stains the skin and changes color If such a color does not need to be continuously soaked and cleaned with special drugs, it will not fade even after a long period of time."

Wen Zhe narrowed his eyebrows: "So what does Lord Yujinhua want Your Excellency to do?"

The expression on the man's face turned into admiration: "Mr. Wen is indeed worthy of being the Taoist companion of Mr. Hanyuhua, and I am convinced. We Mr. Hua have nothing to do, but just want me to present this thing to you. Please also, Mr. Don't be embarrassed anymore, accept this photo ball."

"You are just passing on a message, I have nothing to do to you." Wen Zhe took the photo ball from the man's hand: "What is recorded in it?"

The man smiled: "Why don't you take a look for yourself?"

Wen Zhe felt that the man's smile was not very comfortable, so he glanced at him suspiciously, and finally took the photo ball, squeezed it tightly, and asked it to play the content.

This is a video clipped separately from the consignment fair.

Wen Zhe watched the auction of "Tequila Gall" for a stick of incense, and the goods after that were a half-demon.

It was a handsome and tall young man, with a pair of swan-like snow-white wings growing out of his back, but whether it was the wings, his collarbone, or his wrists and ankles, they were all pierced by extremely thin and tough chains .

Seeing this scene, Wen Zhe subconsciously frowned in disgust.

The angle of view of the photo ball is only facing the place on the stage, but it has recorded the sound of the audience.Just when Wen Zhe wanted to ask the man what was the point of showing him such a video, a familiar voice came out from the photo ball.

"One hundred thousand spirit stones! I'm going to take him away now!"

The owner of that voice once shared the bed with Wen Zhe, faced each other day and night, and even confided love words to Wen Zhe not long ago.But at this moment, his voice was so excited, his tone was not as usual, and his tone contained complex and unspeakable emotions.

Wen Zhe's eyebrows twitched heavily.He moved his gaze from the photo ball to the man's face, and said softly, "Mr. Yujinhua just wanted to show me this? To be honest, it's boring."

The man raised his eyebrows: "Master, this is duplicity. Why don't you continue to read?"

This photosphere also seems to have intercepted other images from other photospheres.When the screen changed, it was Rong Xuehuai's iconic white hat in snow clothes.Through the photo ball, Wen Zhe witnessed the whole process of Rong Xuehuai opening the cage with his own hands, breaking the chain, then picking up the young man with a resisting and disgusted face, and striding out.

Letting go of such a segment, the shadow ball finally flashed and returned to a clear crystal appearance.Wen Zhe's eyes stayed on the photo ball for two seconds, and when he lifted it up, he seemed to be fine.

"The content is still very boring." Wen Zhe said: "Mr. Yujinhua wants you to give me this, what is the purpose?"

The man smiled meaningfully, with the meaning of "I've seen through you trying to hold on", which almost made Wen Zhe feel the urge to beat him up: "Are you really bored? Are you really bored?" I know it myself, although Mr. Han Luhua usually has the habit of helping others, but this is the first time he is so excited."

"What's more, when Mr. Hanyuhua goes out, he will at least have a few followers. He bought a half-demon at a consignment fair in the past, and he would send his followers to Xieli to arrange things for them...for so many years Come on, this is the only person who wants Mr. Hanyuhua to take him away with his own hands." The man lowered his voice and leaned forward: "Forgive me, Mr. Wen, even you back then, didn't have such an honor. .”

The man raised his eyes, wanting to observe whether the expression of this half-demon who once flew up the branch to become a phoenix would be panic or jealous.But to his disappointment, the other party's eyes were only cold and indifferent.

"Mr. Yujinhua is too free, and has a lot of experience to stare at other people's parents." Wen Zhe pushed the photo ball back to the man: "Okay, now that the news has arrived, let's go. Xuehuai and I Don't bother your master about the matter."

"Master, do you really want me to go?" The man laughed.At this moment, his smile is not as flattering as it was when we first met, but it has a profound meaning that makes people disgusted: "I heard that the young master and Mr. Hanyuhua send letters by flying cranes every day. Now it has been three or four years since this time." Oh my god, Young Master hasn't received any news from Mr. Hua about this matter, don't you understand what this means?"

Wen Zhe sneered and said, "I think this means that Mr. Yujinhua's neck is stretched too far, and he is going to meddle in the affairs of a couple of Taoists!"

The man shook his head as if he didn't care about Wen Zhe's temper at all, and he said in a tone that seemed to be thinking for Wen Zhe: "Master, you are so angry. Our Huajun is also for the sake of you. As long as you are willing Tell us where Su Lan is hiding, and lead Mr. Su Lan out for Mr. Hua, Mr. Hua is willing to kill this half-demon on your behalf, so as to avoid future troubles for Mr. Hua. What do you think of this?"

This is of course an idea that kills two birds with one stone, and the man's smile is almost complacent after saying this.

However, the next moment, what answered him was a sword edge across his neck.

"Mr. Guihua is a lowly person, so he thinks the whole world is as despicable as him." Wen Zhe's tone was so cold that it could freeze the icicles: "The matter between me and Xuehuai, I will go to him Ask. Su Lan is my friend, and I will not reveal that I have betrayed him. Let Guihuajun take Guihuajun's killer to recuperate—I wonder if he has healed from the injury he was shot by Xuehuai last time?"

The man opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, the sword that was close to his neck pressed down, and immediately cut a line of blood on his neck: "Your Excellency, do you want to talk, or die?"

After two or three moments of stalemate between the two, the man chose to die.

Seeing the back of this person leaving the teahouse in desperation, Wen Zhe lowered his eyes.His face was gloomy, and no one could tell what he was thinking.After a while, he turned his attention to the ring on his ring finger.

The man was right, the entire video was pointing to a cruel reality almost every second.But Wen Zhe still wanted to go to Rong Xuehuai and ask him if there was any misunderstanding, and if there was anything strange about him.

Rong Xuehuai once made a promise to him that he would be a couple for the rest of his life, and he didn't believe that Xuehuai would treat him like this.

This ring sealed Rong Xuehuai's anger, so it had several special effects.One of them is that they can use this ring to feel where the other is when they need it.

In the face of misunderstandings, interviews are the clearest and allow both parties to understand each other without serious misunderstandings.

Wen Zhe tied Minghong Qiushui back around his waist, and rushed over to where Rong Xuehuai felt.

At this moment, his heart was full of urgency, and the displeasure caused by the photoshoot scene just now.At this moment, he still can't imagine what kind of scene he will see next.

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Rong Xuehuai's hat was splattered with blood.

This is of course very strange, because he seldom gets blood on his body when he does it.Now the gauze bamboo hat floating with the breeze is like a blood-splattered snow field, the sharp contrast between white and red is shocking.

Rong Xuehuai took off her hat with a sullen face, and casually threw it aside.

He had indeed promised Shangguan Haitang before that he would never use his "an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye" principle in the Tarsus faction this time, but until now, he really couldn't help it.

Because there are always some human malice in the world, which can exceed the bottom line of your imagination.

The row of trees behind Rong Xuehuai was covered with bloody corpses, and the last vacant tree was obviously reserved for the person in front of him.

The trembling man lying on the ground in front of him is still a young boy in terms of body size, and his face is very beautiful - but Rong Xuehuai knows very well what kind of things does this big son of the Tarsus faction use to keep him so fresh and fresh Appearance.

When he thought of the execution room he had just passed, his heart was filled with suppressed anger.Bathing in the blood of teenagers and girls to preserve youth is a historical tale that he has heard in his previous life, but the method of obtaining the blood is a bit too extraordinary.

Rong Xuehuai was surrounded by several vicious monsters.Their eyes were red, and they pawed the ground anxiously.In addition, what is more conspicuous is probably the huge, hard and somewhat terrifying thing under their crotch.

"You like to watch wild beasts have sex with those children, and then bathe in their smashed meat. If those children are still alive, you will force them to eat those things?" Rong Xuehuai's face was livid, every time he said a word They all felt their stomachs churning and vomiting.The man in front of him probably never thought that he would still be able to have today, he was almost terrified, only knew that he was shivering constantly.

With a sullen face, Rong Xuehuai squeezed every word out between her teeth: "You specially concocted these monsters for this matter. Since you have this hobby, you might as well experience it now."

He waved his hand, loosened the restraint from the monster he had been suppressing all along, and immediately rushed towards the "boy" who had been smeared with special medicinal powder.

The pleading and screams of the "boy" immediately disturbed the whole sky, but Rong Xuehuai was indifferent to it.He suddenly remembered something: "By the way, there is still something missing—wouldn't you still have to put on such a smile to force them to look up at your admiring face?"

The head of the Tarsus faction prince was forcibly turned at an angle, and his pupils were so painful that they became dizzy.But the people in front of him forbade him to close his eyes, they insisted that he face Mr. Han Luhua's carefully appreciating and playful expression.

At this time, Wen Zhe, who had come all the way, had already arrived at the gate of the Tarsus Sect.Seeing the blood flowing into rivers and corpses strewn all over the place, he couldn't help but take a picture of himself with a hidden amulet—according to Rong Xuehuai, with this amulet, even he himself would not easily find Wen Zhe.

Wen Zhe probed in cautiously, being careful not to leave any traces along the way.He walked forward according to the guidance given to him by the fire ring in his heart until——

Until he looked at such a scene from a distance.

A slender and beautiful young man, who he knew at the first sight to be a pleasure, has been tortured to death by several monsters, and the person he loves the most is pacing in front of the young man with admiring eyes, and from time to time, he gives a brand-new And vicious orders.

At this moment, Wen Zhe felt his blood go cold.

It's not that he can't see blood, but he does resent the blood that comes from doing such a thing.

This kind of scene always reminded him of the unbearable period of going back.

Wen Zhe once thought that the influence of that time on him had been negligible, but now he knew that he was wrong.When facing such a scene, especially when this scene was caused by his beloved, he just felt that he couldn't accept it at all.

At that moment, there were only sharp tones left in Wen Zhe's mind.It was his, and the screams of the other servants.

Wen Zhe thought of the boy who once held his wrist.At that time, the other party's lips were black and blue, and it seemed that he would not survive, but he still squeezed his skin and flesh to bruise with the last bit of strength, and when he took it away, he left a clear bloody handprint on Wen Zhe's wrist.

The young man's eyes were already empty, but he still murmured softly to Wen Zhe, "I'm in so much pain, Wen Zhe, I want to live..."

I don't know how many scenes like this are stored in Wen Zhe's memory.Now these fragments are coming up one by one, and they are unexpectedly clear.Each of their faces replaced the young man crawling under Rong Xuehuai's feet, their lips opened and closed, and they made a numb tone, "I don't want to die yet..." "Why can't I live?" "It hurts, it hurts, I'm in so much pain..."

Discarded by him long ago, the words that he thought were purely made up resurfaced in his mind again.What did the servant who used to live in the same room with him say to him?

——Er Shao’s games are nothing, they’re just leftovers from others.That beast not only likes to abuse sex, but also likes to watch teenagers have sex with monsters!

No, impossible.Wen Zhe took a step back in a panic.His brain was buzzing for a moment, and thousands of thoughts flooded his heart.

This direct and bloody scene broke Wen Zhe's endurance in this instant.He had just walked all the way through the pile of corpses and blood, and although what he saw was shocking, it was not as impactful as this scene at all.

Maybe it's just a misunderstanding...

This faint voice only floated into Wen Zhe's mind for a short time before sinking immediately.He looked at Rong Xuehuai with wide eyes. At this moment, he actually hated his eyesight for being so good that he could see every inch of Rong Xuehuai's almost enjoying expression.

That kind of comfortable, appreciative, and completely above everyone's staring posture seems to be the same as the Guanghua Second Young Master in memory.

Wen Zhe thought tremblingly: He has never treated me like this, how could he have such a preference...

But what I saw with my own eyes seemed more real than anything else.His lover may not have such preferences, but such preferences are enough to find others to vent, and not let this fate befall him.

This thought made Wen Zhe's hands and feet go cold.Those joyful and happy memories suddenly turned into knives and stabs into Wen Zhe's mind, and maybe each of those memories was stained with the blood of others, maybe innocent people.

I need to get out of here!In a hurry, Wen Zhe only had one thought: go anywhere, but you must leave here!don't leave me here...

An intense panic swept through his mind.Wen Zhe left the Tarsus faction almost as if fleeing for his life.