The power of rebirth

"That day when the slave got up to pee, and saw that the light was still on in the son's room, he just...just."

Ming Yuan smiled and put down his sword, "So you always thought of me as that kind of person?"

The little eunuch quickly explained, "No, no, no...Young Master is a good man, but that King Jiangnan is a pervert by nature, and this slave is afraid that Young Master will suffer."

At this time, footsteps sounded outside the door, Ming Yuan waved his hand, "Go down."

Squeak, the door was pushed open cautiously, and when the visitor saw Ming Yuan, he knelt down and stretched out his hand, "You asked me to make an appointment with everyone... It's just that the guards who guarded the Changyin Pavilion back then don't know how to adjust now." Where did you go?"

Ming Yuan played with the dagger, "Really...where are most of them going?"

"Most of them were sent by the emperor to General Yan to take them to the border a few years ago, and now we don't know where they are going..." The visitor looked up at Mingyuan, and then kowtowed a few times, "I...my medicine today ?”

Ming Yuan took out a pill from his cuff and threw it on the ground, "Next time if you do things so badly, the one who will die... will be you..."

"Yes... yes, the prince taught you that." Jiang Nanwang said while stuffing the pill into his mouth.

"Ok?"

"No...it's Young Master Shen... Young Master Shen"

"get out……"

Jiang Nanwang stood up from the ground, "Get out of here... get out of here" nodded and bowed out of the room.

Ming Yuan closed his eyes and lay on the bed, twisting a long and thin silver needle with his fingers... It started to rain again outside the house, only at this time Ming Yuan would prick up his ears to listen for a while.

When the rain was a little heavier, he quickly put on his travel clothes, twirling the silver needle with his fingers and stepping into the rain.

The author has something to say: I haven’t changed it for so long, because of the drama of life, I’ve been in despair for so long, I thought it was sunny, but suddenly it rained heavily, we met for 35 days, we got along for 2 days, and then disappeared in just one day, forgive me for not changing it for so long arts.

☆、Hehe~

An old mansion exudes a decayed atmosphere under the rain.

With a creak, the door opened.

"Is it Bao'er? Are you afraid of thunder? Sigh... You've been with me for so many years, and every time there is thunder, you will come to my bed." A trembling voice with age floated over, a Withered hands stuck out from the bed.

The wind rattled the door, and the rain wet the carpet on the ground.

A slender figure was standing in front of the bed holding something that shone with cold light. His white hands rolled up his cuffs. There was a loud thunder, and the bed shook slightly. The withered hands gradually fell down and rested lifelessly on the bed. On the bedside, thick black blood oozes from every fingertip.

At this moment, someone came in, and Ming Yuan quickly jumped out of the window.

"Master? Master, are you calling a slave?" The maid wanted to leave, but the lightning illuminated the puddles of thick blood on the ground, "Master? Master!"

"Ah..." When the maid opened the curtain, the whole person screamed and fainted from fright.

The window curtain was opened, and the thick bloody smell mixed with the rain wafted in. The man standing in the distance couldn't help but frowned when he saw the scene on the bed, and the scar on his cheek also looked horrifying. A figure jumping out of a window.

Mingyuan walked very slowly, as if everything that happened just now had nothing to do with him, he was just a pure spectator.Because the blood was too viscous, it adhered to the silver needle and dripped down the road full of rain along the pattern of rainwater.The rain was getting heavier, the thunder was getting louder and louder, the hand holding the silver needle trembled slightly, and the faint blood mixed with the sticky blood flowed down.After walking for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly let go of his hand, as if he couldn't close it, as if he had hurt his muscles and bones.

Mingyuan looked down at the silver needle on the ground, did not bend over to pick it up, his right hand was attached to his left arm, the clothes were instantly dyed red, this was something he never expected, that old immortal would hide a hidden weapon in his arms , Eighty percent of it is poisonous... Otherwise, how could his hands be out of control?Go back quickly... If you faint here, it will be bad... Go back quickly, he can't die here, there are still many people still living in this world, and...

I don't know how long he walked, Mingyuan felt chills all over his body, he entered the house and the little eunuch had prepared hot water for him, this is the tacit understanding between him and the little eunuch, as long as it is rainy and late at night, the little eunuch will boil it for him to take a bath water……

One by one, the wet clothes were thrown into the oil basin, and then lit by a fire. The deep abyss was soaked in hot water, and the wound was stabbed with pain, but compared with that life, the pain cannot be called pain. .

So sleepy, so tired... Is it poisoning?Do you want to sleep...

"Yunhe..." The heavy eyelids finally closed, and an indistinct syllable came out of his mouth.

A pair of big hands rubbed repeatedly along the contours of Mingyuan's body through the water vapor, like a lost treasure.The wound was not serious, and the big hand gently cleaned the wound, took out the medicine that he carried with him, and then carefully bandaged it.

At this moment, the people in the water suddenly opened their eyes and met the pity eyes in the dark night.

The memory short-circuited, and he closed his eyes suddenly, and then slowly opened them. The eyes were first surprised, then surprised, and then covered by a layer of dark wounds, "This is not the place you should come..." Mingyuan pulled his hand out of his big one .

"why?"

"what why?"

"Why did you leave? Why did you come here..." the man pinched Mingyuan's wrist and asked.

Ming Yuan smiled, avoiding the man's gaze, "Man dies for money, and birds die for food, so naturally it is for money."

"You are not such a person!" The man was a little excited, "I know it all... I know it all, I have heard the story of the prince." Then he raised the silver needle, and then forcibly held the needle in his hands In the palm of his hand, "Since Mingyuan is dead, why can't you be your Shen Lin? Even if you don't kill him, he will die in another hundred or eighty days. Why do you want to kill so many people...why?"

Ming Yuan looked at the person in front of him, and sighed silently in his heart, it turned out that he was no longer Yunhe, but he was still innocent like a child in front of him, and became just... himself.

Mingyuan stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the man's eyes, but he never touched it, he was afraid that his bloody hands would dirty his face.

"Why? Hehe...you still leave the palace, leave Beihan, this place is not suitable for you, you shouldn't be here..."

"Brother! Since you are no longer that person, why do you still..."

"Shut up! What do you know?" Mingyuan got up from the water, pulled off his nightgown and wrapped it around Daddy's body.The thin figure was immediately revealed against the silky nightgown.

"You've lost weight..." Yan Yunhe looked at Ming Yuan's back, his voice trembling.

Mingyuan didn't answer, but the hand that tied the belt froze for a moment, and then resumed its movement.

The people behind didn't speak any more, but they didn't leave either. They just stood there and looked greedily at Nether Abyss.

I don't know how long it has passed, Mingyuan sat in front of the table and wrote the names of the people who will die next, but when he looked up, he saw Yan Yunhe was pinching the wick that was buried in wax oil with his bare hands. He wanted to stop it but saw the expressionless face That sentence was suffocated again.

Candles hissed with the dampness of the rain.

"The characters are more familiar than before...but they are also much colder." Yan Yunhe tore off his coat and put it on Ming Yuan.

Mingyuan didn't refuse or respond, holding the writing brush with his thin fingers, and stained the black ink on the paper stroke by stroke, then glanced at Yan Yunhe, "I didn't expect that the army life would hone you into a real man."

Yan Yunhe was flattered by Ming Yuan's abrupt words, and immediately moved the bench and sat beside him, as if he had returned to a few years ago, he was always sticking to Ming Yuan and talking endlessly, "No, if I don't become stronger, how can I lead the army? In war, how can the soldiers subdue me! Every time I went to war, I was close to death... I couldn’t survive several times.” Then he pointed to the scar on his face, “Are you ugly?”

Ming Yuan turned the brush over and poked the scar with the tip, "It must be very painful..."

Yan Yunhe grasped the writing brush, and then touched the hand along the pen holder, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt when you think about it, and it doesn't hurt anymore when you think about the suffering you have suffered..."

Ming Yuan frowned, and quickly retracted the brush, what happened to him?Why did Cai suddenly treat him...to him...

"Brother... what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

Ming Yuan stared at the sheet he had just written, and then circled a few lines with cinnabar, "These people...do you know them?"

Yan Yunhe took the paper and looked at it for a while, then scratched his head again, "Zhu...Qi, he is one of my subordinates, he is a man on the battlefield. And this, this, this, this, that, are all with me. Brothers who fought bloody battles."

Mingyuan pulled back the note, crushed it in the palm of his hand, and then tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, "Are you a good brother...hehe"

Yan Yunhe didn't notice Mingyuan's abnormality, but got up and walked behind Mingyuan, surrounded him and asked, "In the hall that day, you know that the person I asked the emperor for is you, right? You just got up and left, don't you want to go?" Let me take risks for you, right? Even though you left without a word back then, you still cared about me." Then he pushed Mingyuan over, "I'll take you away, take you away from here, to a place where no one can The place where we can be found, I know that place, there is no winter, the seasons are like spring, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom, it is very beautiful. You don’t have to worry that the emperor will find us, that place is at the border, no one will find it! Shen Lin, come with me, I'll be nice to you."

Mingyuan seemed to see him and Yan Yunhe's future, the peach blossom forest was like spring all the year round, he and him... But the memory flooded back like a tide, and the pain of bone erosion and bloodthirsty devoured his dream just now.Could he really just leave like this?No...he couldn't, if he could, he wouldn't choose revenge in this life, if he didn't have those memories, if he wouldn't be haunted by nightmares every night, if... there really was such a place.Minghan's face resurfaced in his mind again, that demon... the figures he had killed over the years resurfaced in his mind again.

"No...no..." Ming Yuan broke free from Yan Yunhe's embrace, his eyes gradually became dark, he knew that he had sinned deeply, and he knew that no one could redeem him except himself.

Yan Yunhe wanted to move forward, but heard Ming Yuan say, "Do you know... what is the list that I showed you just now?"

Yan Yunhe shook his head.

Ming Yuan sneered, walked to the bookshelf, and took out a piece of worn paper, on which more than half of the people had been drawn, "Do you know what these people did?"

Yan Yunhe stared at the paper, looking at the crossed out people, some he had heard of, some he didn't know, "I don't know..."

Snapped!With a sound, the paper was slapped on the table by Ming Yuan, "Then you can see clearly...the person circled by the cinnabar pen was killed by my own hands...the one circled by the yellow pen is the person who died before I killed him." The dead...the rest are people who are still alive but deserve to die!" Then he touched Yan Yunhe's shoulder with one hand, "Guess...what did they do to me?", fingers running along the shoulder Keep touching the somewhat rough neck.Then Ming Yuan looked at Yan Yunhe's shocked expression and said, "I think you have already guessed it, yes... I have... been played by these people with various tricks that you have never heard or seen before."

Yan Yunhe's palms gradually clenched into fists, "There are so many..." Then he looked at Mingyuan with pity, "Senior brother..."

Mingyuan pointed to several names, "Have you seen them...your...good...brother!" Then he pointed to one of them and said in a very flat tone, "I remember that he likes to tie me up the most... Get up, hang on the beam until I am covered with blood, and then tie his object that cannot stand up to a stick." Ming Yuan looked at Yan Yunhe's pale face and continued, "And him, he likes to be with him the most. The dog I raised together..."

"Enough! Stop talking!" Yan Yunhe tore the paper into pieces with all his strength.

Rumbling, the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Ming Yuan sighed, kicked the fragments on the ground and said, "Go away...I have never been...your Shen Lin, not in the past...not now, and will not be in the future. From beginning to end, I'm all just Mingyuan, the humiliated Mingyuan, the reborn Mingyuan, the revengeful Mingyuan... Now I live for revenge." Then he flicked the paper off his body, "Even if you tear up this list, I still remember it in my mind.”

Before Yan Yunhe could speak, a waiter's voice came from the door, "The emperor is here..."