Villain, do you remember that I am a stand-in?

On the boulder, pulled by countless iron chains, a dark black black iron long sword was inserted straight into it, with dark patterns on the sword body hovering upwards, emitting a coquettish dark light.

Shen Lianting's pupils were as black as lacquer, like a lone wolf in the cold night, his side face was sharp, and Wuxin's sword emitted strange blue light intermittently, hitting his slender figure, flickering on and off.

There was not much time left for him, his fingertips moved slightly, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right arm for no reason.

Slowly pulled out a dagger from his bosom, the shape was peculiar, although the workmanship was not exquisite, but it was more than careful.

The touch in his hands is icy cold, and Shen Lianting has been cold since he was a child. Except for Ji Xiaoguang, no one has ever cared about it.

The dagger that Ji Xiaoguang forged for him was just a step away from being infused with a warm spirit stone, but time passed too quickly, and this step hadn't been completed yet.

I'm afraid it can't be done anymore.

Shen Lianting carried this dagger on his body, and almost never left it. It was always attached to his heart to prevent it from being exposed to others.

It was as if his feelings for Ji Xiaoguang were deeply hidden in his heart.Qingtiao's eyes were half closed, and Ji Xiaoguang's image suddenly flashed in his mind.

The sleeping face nestled in his arms, the eyebrows and eyes bent towards him, and the teeth and claws when arguing with others, just like a rabbit whose tail has been stepped on.

Shen Lianting couldn't help but curled the corners of his lips, but Ji Xiaoguang's full of love appeared again.

【Shen Lianting, I like you, I like you...】

But he couldn't give Xiaoguang anything to think about. After Ji Xiaoguang was attacked in Xuanle City, he didn't dare anymore, but he didn't know that he had already been tempted.

"I was the one who was tempted first..."

Shen Lianting muttered to himself for no reason, covering half of his stern face with one hand.

After a while, he lowered his hand, as if he had made up his mind, raised his dagger, and drew a long bloody gash on the palm of his hand without hesitation, and the blood gushed out instantly.

And the Wuxin Sword buzzed gradually, like a bloodthirsty beast, the iron chain vibrated and rattled, trying to break free from the shackles of the seal.

When his hand was on the dusty hilt of the sword, the ceremony would begin.

Shen Lianting had to hurry up, Fang Ge was still blocking him outside, he knew it wouldn't last long.

The last soul-devouring nail was pulled out by Fang Ge on his own initiative, and then Fang Ge's eyes changed, and he wanted to say something to him, but he didn't have time.

Wuxin's sword body vibrated, and the wind was even worse. He brought up his clothes and flicked, Shen Lianting held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and gathered all his spiritual power in this place.

Suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure approaching, Shen Lianting took a closer look, frowning deeply, it was Fang Yingqing.

Fang Yingqing was still wearing the filthy robe, panting and climbing up to the altar where the magic sword was sealed. She was wearing a straight-fronted blouse, which was probably given by Gu Xiaocheng.

Seeing Shen Lianting, he sat on the ground for a while, then slowly stood up, still holding a somewhat elegant posture.

Shen Lianting's eyes were dull, and his eyes fell on him indifferently, as if he was looking at a dead object.

When Fang Yingqing saw his eyes clearly, she suddenly burst out laughing, and said to herself as if mocking herself.

"It's useless, hahahaha, it's actually useless..."

Shen Lianting withdrew his gaze and said coldly, "Leave."

Fang Yingqing laughed until she couldn't stand still, supported the wall, and pretended to speak softly: "You really don't love me?"

"You know what you are using me for."

Hearing this, Fang Yingqing was stunned, then smiled again: "No wonder, so you already know."

He took a deep breath and let it out again, his lips trembling slightly: "Your heart is all on him, back and forth, I really can't be reconciled."

Fang Yingqing was talking about Ji Xiaoguang, but Shen Lianting always felt that there was something hidden in his words.

"In the end, it's still like this." Fang Yingqing said slowly.

He ignored Shen Lianting's cold eyes, and he didn't flinch from the sword energy coming towards him. He didn't step forward, and stood where Shen Lianting could see, with a narrow dark ditch behind him.

"I was found back when I was a child, and the old man treated me very well, and the rich clothes and fine food are not too much."

"Teach me to read and write, never let me see a little bit of blood, what a good father." Fang Yingqing sighed in a strange tone.

Then he paused and changed his tone: "But why is he a devil? So what if I am the young master? Don't I live with a crooked hat?"

He said ruthlessly: "There is also Fang Ge, he is just a dog, if it is not for hiding his identity, why would I keep him, and play some brotherly drama with him."

Shen Lianting sensed something was wrong, and his expression froze: "What did you say?"

Fang Yingqing almost shouted, and said loudly: "I said, I have eaten more bird's nests than he has eaten. I don't touch Yangchun water with my ten fingers, but he still has to do rough work. I was not a few years old, but I am so much shorter..."

Unable to believe what was going on in his heart, Shen Lianting was so angry that he let out a roar even with Wu Xinjian: "Speak clearly!"

Seeing his appearance, Fang Yingqing seemed to be trembling with excitement, covered her lips with a low smile, and spoke clearly.

"You said you forgot, I don't believe it, I don't believe you forgot, there were obviously two children on the canal bridge back then."

Shen Lianting was shocked.

"One is of course the young master of the Devil's Cult who is in trouble, and there is also his ordinary little servant."

As if he didn't see Shen Lianting's ferocious glaring, the coat draped over Fang Yingqing's shoulders slipped off, and the torn robe on his body was ripped.

It can't be said that the clothes are not covering the body, but the outline of the bare arms and waist can be vaguely seen, and on it, there are several black whip marks in a mess, engraved on the body like a brand.

Shen Lianting couldn't help but his pupils shrank sharply. He knew these traces, and they were to punish the most humble servants, whipping the pointed ones.

As Fang Yingqing, how could there be such marks on his body.

Shen Lianting gritted his teeth, blood almost oozing from between his teeth: "Fang Yingqing—"

Fang Yingqing was not afraid at all, as if deliberately provoking him: "Fang Yingqing? Heh, speaking of it, I have already named myself for myself. After being sold by my own parents, I don't want to remember the past."

He seemed to be immersed in the memories of the past, his eyes blurred: "Later, he was bought back to play with the young master. I really envy everything about him."

"The young master is very beautiful and kind, but he is not so much kind as he is stupid." After finishing speaking, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

"We hid in Gu Xiaocheng's house for a long time, and finally someone delivered a letter saying that we can go back. I felt that the time was ripe, and I exchanged the corresponding price for the poison to destroy his face, and also changed my original ugly face. "

Fang Yingqing's fingertips stroked his cheeks, but he quickly put down his hands, and his shoulders were lifted, as if he had no strength left.

"Everyone said the price. I didn't believe it at first, but that person said that a fake is a fake. If you can deceive yourself, you will not be able to deceive others after all. It is what it should be, and it will be what it is."

"But I don't accept it. After more than ten years of glory and wealth, speaking of it, I didn't suffer..."

"you shut up--"

Shen Lianting's chest rose and fell, and his cold voice turned into a roar. He couldn't believe that this so-called "Fang Yingqing" was actually a fake.

If he hadn't activated the Wuxin Sword Formation and was unable to withdraw, he would have smashed this "Fang Yingqing" to pieces.

But "Fang Yingqing" also knew this very well, so he dared to tell all these words.

And he said these in order to arouse Shen Lianting's anger, because the Wuxin sword, the sword is just like its name, if you are full of resentment or emotion, you will be rebuked by the sword spirit.

"Fang Yingqing" said: "You want to chop me up now, don't you? You don't even think about pulling out this sword."

As long as Shen Lianting is dead, he can still rely on Gu Xiaocheng. Gu Xiaocheng doesn't know anything, but he is still Fang Yingqing, the Fang Yingqing who knew Gu Xiaocheng when he was young.

Shen Lianting was unmoved, he suppressed the resentment in his heart, but Wuxin's sword energy was like an enraged wild beast, the strange light splashed, and the sword roared and roared in all directions.

Wuxinjian didn't agree with him, Shen Lianting thought, not because of the stimulation of "Fang Yingqing"'s words, but because he knew when he came that he couldn't pull out the sword.

Because of his heart, because of Ji Xiaoguang, it is no longer as cold as in the previous life, but has become warm, and slowly learned to appreciate the warmth and coldness of human feelings.

"Xiaoguang..."

Shen Lianting closed his eyes deeply, his arms trembled unconsciously, blood flowed into the dark lines along the blade, and a golden light suddenly appeared.

He suddenly exerted force, the bones on the back of his hand protruded, and his veins suddenly burst out...

"Impossible...impossible!"

Gu Xiaocheng's face was contorted ferociously due to extreme surprise, and he put his hands on Fang Ge's neck, forcing him to violently cough out a mouthful of blood.

"I, for the rest of my life, only recognize one, the master..."

The retaliation for pulling out the God-eating Nail was too strong, otherwise Gu Xiaocheng would not be Fang Ge's opponent.But for Fang Ge, being able to remember these is no regret for him.

"You lied to me, you must be lying to me!"

Gu Xiaocheng said so, but he knew very well that the Yan Wang Dog has been known as a beast since ancient times, and only recognizes one master in its life. This is an eternal principle.

A person's voice can be changed, his appearance can be changed, but his own taste cannot be changed.

For so many years, Fang Ge has been restrained by the Soul Eater Nail, but he has secretly judged through the smell, whether this "Fang Yingqing" who was brought back from Gu Xiaocheng's house back then is his master.

So he was disgusted, irritable, and rejected this fake from the bottom of his heart, but he lost his memory and could only resist in his own way.

When he saw Ji Xiaoguang, he only smelled it for a moment, that this was his master.

And when Fang Ge told the truth, Gu Xiaocheng naturally understood this truth.But he couldn't accept that he had done so much for "Fang Yingqing", but in the end he paid by mistake?

If he hadn't come here to save "Fang Yingqing" today, he wouldn't have taken the risk to come here. Although he was chasing fame and fortune, he loved Fang Yingqing.

The hand that clamped Fang Ge's neck gradually tightened. He wanted to let go, but he couldn't control his body. Seeing Fang Ge's eyes gradually rolled up, he couldn't breathe from his throat.

With a sound of "铛!", Gu Xiaocheng seemed to be shocked by electricity, he let go of his hand in vain, and his body fell to the side powerlessly.

Ji Xiaoguang appeared behind him, still in shock, holding a blood-stained stone brick in his hand, which was so heavy that he could hardly hold it steady.

Throwing the stone bricks, Ji Xiaoguang knelt on the ground and said anxiously, crossing over the messy and severed corpses.

"Fang Ge! Fang Ge! How are you?!"

Fang Ge was seriously injured, but it was not life-threatening. If it wasn't for Yan Wanggou's strong self-healing ability, he would have been strangled to death by Gu Xiaocheng.

"Wow...no, it's nothing, master..." Fang Ge was still panting, his mouth was vague.

Ji Xiaoguang patted his face, but to be precise, it had already turned into a hairy face. Fang Ge turned into a dog at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon completely turned into a huge giant dog.

Fang Ge couldn't die, Ji Xiaoguang let out a long breath, but before he could finish his breath, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.

These two people have been fighting for a long time, and they are already exhausted, relying on the last strength to hold on.

Gu Xiaocheng couldn't stand up after being hit so hard by him, he grabbed Ji Xiaoguang with his blood-stained hands, and he was at a loss in his complicated expression.

"You! Let go!"

With one hand bound, Ji Xiaoguang picked up the dropped dagger and stabbed it with the other, but was easily knocked down by Gu Xiaocheng.

Gu Xiaocheng's eyes seemed to see through him, and he hesitated to say: "You, cough, don't be afraid..."

Ji Xiaoguang rolled his huge eyes in his heart, how could he not be afraid, I have to take advantage of your illness to kill you?

Gu Xiaocheng grabbed his wrist and stopped moving, staring straight at the very familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him.

In the past, I always compared him with "Fang Yingqing", and felt that there was no difference, but looking at it today, it is indeed completely different.

The white and tender little boy who would call him brother back then gradually overlapped with the boy in front of him, and Gu Xiaocheng suddenly felt remorse.

On the other hand, Ji Xiaoguang looked wary. He hid the scraps of iron he had picked up in his palm and held them tightly. He didn't understand what happened to Gu Xiaocheng, but this man must die.

This little trick of his can't fool Gu Xiaocheng, Gu Xiaocheng found that his clenched hand was soaked in blood, so he immediately peeled off his palm.

"What are you doing!" Gu Xiaocheng threw the iron piece, he thought Ji Xiaoguang was going to commit suicide.

Ji Xiaoguang didn't say a word, but looked at Gu Xiaocheng with strange eyes and tore off the cloth strips from the hem of his clothes to wrap his hands.

He didn't dare to move, and he didn't have to, because Gu Xiaocheng's hands had several cuts, his blood stuck to Gu Xiaocheng's hands, and quickly melted into Gu Xiaocheng's wounds.

[The author has something to say]: The prototype of Gogou is similar to the Tibetan Mastiff, and you can fall in love after this paragraph, and there will be another update today (.???.)