Charming beauty

The sunlight was like gold, quietly pouring into the room, slightly driving away the coldness in the room, and the surrounding air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Murong You sat on the edge of the bed, the thick blood continued to slide down his delicate chin, drawing a beautiful line along the chin and sinking into the collar, he was panting with his lips parted slightly, bursts of sweat broke out on his white forehead, and his bangs were finely shattered. With the moisture on his forehead, he clasped his hand tightly on the bedpost, closed his eyes tightly, his dark and shiny eyelashes trembled slightly, and his expression was in pain.

"Son!"

Mo Lian cried out in pain, her expression was extremely anxious, she kept looking out of the room with anticipation in her eyes.

Murongyou's chest was throbbing and hurting, his closed eyes and frowning brows all showed his pain at this time, his eyes were covered with whiteness, his mind gradually became unclear, in a trance, his eyes seemed to be in a trance. Another shadow appeared, gentle as water, spotless, elegant and smiling, but cold to the bone...

He doesn't believe you, does he?

Yu Wushang's words resounded in his mind, shaking his nerves for bursts of pain, he groaned softly, his body was sweating coldly, and suddenly became cold again when the wind blew.

he doesn't believe you...

But, when have you ever cared whether he believes you or not? …

In your eyes, what is he? …

Do you not care whether he believes it or not, or do you not mind whether he believes it or not? …

"Son!"

The anxious voice moved Murongyou's thoughts back and forth from the chaos, slowly raised his eyes, the white haze in front of his eyes dissipated, it was Mo Lian's gloomy and anxious expression, he aimed lightly at Mo Lian, his pale face reflected his dark eyes, his tone of voice There was a biting coldness in his heart, "Why are you panicking?"

Hearing this, Mo Lian lowered her eyes, covered her eyes to feel anxious, held the scabbard tightly by her side with one hand, and said after a moment of silence, "This subordinate is worried about your son's health."

"Don't worry, I won't die for the time being." Leaning gently on the bedpost, Murong You squinted at him, then slowly closed his eyes, and said wearily, "I'm tired, you go down..." The voice gradually disappeared. On his lips, before Mo Lian could say anything, he slowly closed his eyes, his mind sank into darkness.

"Sir...!"

The afternoon sun is clear and graceful, slanting into the room, the light-colored silk curtains are rippling with the wind, and the orchid grass in the corner is exuding a faint fragrance.

Under the half-draped bed curtain, Murong was lying quietly, his body was clean as if soaked in blood, red dazzlingly, in contrast, his face was pale as if transparent, his tightly pressed lips were as pale as blood-sucking poppies, he lightly With his eyes closed, the pitch-black eyelashes cast a delicate fan shadow under his eyes, showing his tiredness and calmness as ice.

"Elder Lin, how is the young master?"

Mo Lian pulled her eyes from the person on the bed back to the white-haired old man next to the bed, her expression indifferent.

Beside the bed, Elder Lin cleaned his palm for him and bandaged it carefully. Then he stood up and looked at Mo Lian with a serious face. He said in a strange voice, "I don't know if it's a coincidence. The strength of this palm is moderate. The burden on the body just forced out the blood clots that had been accumulating in the leader's chest, causing the leader's blood to flow a little bit." He looked at Mo Lian, "...this palm is not only harmless, but beneficial."

Mo Lian frowned slightly, and was speechless for a while, looking sideways at the sleeping person on the bed.

Son, is this a coincidence? …

The sun is setting on the western mountain, and the night is slowly falling. There is no moon tonight, and there are only a few stars dotted in the dark sky, which is endlessly lonely and cold.

A gentle wind blows in from the open window, the candles on the table flicker slightly, and the silence in the room seems to be only the sound of the wind.

In the flickering light, a white shadow curled up in the far corner of the bed. He hugged his legs, his cheeks were deeply buried between his arms, and his long black hair poured into a river behind him, firmly blocking him in that small area. In a small corner, in the cold candlelight, his back is lonely and desolate.

"Knock, knock—"

The empty knock on the door echoed in the room, but the person on the bed did not respond. After a while, the knock on the door stopped, but the figure outside the door did not leave. He was silent for a moment, and the sound passed through the door into the room , a little hoarsely: "Nalan, in that situation, everyone will misunderstand, it's not your fault, don't feel guilty..."

The backs of the people in the room froze slightly, and their breath became more silent.

Outside the door, Yu Wushang's expression was filled with paleness, but the birthmark in front of him became more and more vivid like blood. After the incident, Nalan Mei sent him back to the room and locked herself in the room all the time. No one knocked on the door. No answer, even if Jun Lian stood outside the door and cried, it was useless.

He looked at the door, and didn't know what to say. After all, Murongyou really wanted to kill him. Even if the man in black didn't show up, Murongyou would still kill him, but Nalan Mei hadn't done anything before Murongyou. She appeared before, and gave Murongyou a slap under misunderstanding, which turned the matter into a point where Murongyou was seriously injured and comatose, and Nalan Mei fell ill with guilt.

He sighed slightly, looked at the dark door alone for a moment, turned around and left quietly.

The night is dark, with a glimmer of moonlight refracted in the heavy clouds, hazy, like a shadow like gauze.

In a daze, Nalan Mei seemed to have returned to the scene when she first met Murongyou under the marriage tree. With her silver alluring mask, her enchanting tall and straight figure, her sense of presence that cannot be ignored would overbearingly attract everyone's attention as soon as she appeared. , His frivolity and presumptuousness are so easily imprinted in people's hearts, and they are hard to forget.

It is said that meeting under the marriage tree is a hug, so he firmly believes that they will meet again.

The second time, he took off his face in front of himself, and the most mysterious face in the rumors was revealed to him. He was evil and beautiful, like a witch, and the natural confidence and arrogance in his eyes made it impossible for any words in the world to speak. Describing his charm, he didn't understand the danger of the person in front of him until he was forcibly tinned. Like a poppy, he came to the world with endless deadly embarrassment, luring mortals to sink.

He was afraid of this feeling, so he wanted to choose to keep a distance, but it seemed that they were too close together, and he happened to be the leader of the martial arts that he needed strength from, and fate appointed him to get closer.

But what is the distance?He hasn't found the answer yet, but secretly made a fan on the night of the Lantern Festival, wrote Tibetan acrostics, and planned to present it to him on the night of the Lantern Festival.That night, I accidentally ran into him playing the flute alone under the moon.The silence in that back made him feel distressed, but it also made him sober. He remembered his duty and mission, so he decided to keep his distance.

However, he subconsciously pampered himself and agreed to Murongyou's unreasonable request. On the surface, he was estranged and polite to him, but in his heart he was slowly sinking in the world accompanied by Murongyou.He didn't understand the absurdity of what he did until the second kiss that came suddenly. He wanted to distance himself, but the defense he had just established was shattered by what happened in Youran Village.

The night was quiet, only a slight wind blowing slowly with faint thoughts, but the white shadow curled up in the corner seemed to have lost its soul, and had never moved.

He is a guardian of the country, he should be ruthless and loveless, but after learning that Murongyou was injured to protect him, and that Murongyou found herbs for him regardless of his own injuries, he should be grateful and feel distressed, but in While being grateful and distressed, there is another feeling, which is a kind of happiness, a kind of happiness of being cared for.

He knew, he was tempted.

However, this beauty does not belong to him...

He is the protector of the country, he was born in this world for the Yuedu Kingdom, his body and mind have not belonged to him since he was born, he has long lost the right to pursue happiness, and he would rather start from nothing than to have no results...

So when Murongyou smiled and proposed to make a promise with his body, he clearly stated that they would not love each other, that falling in love is a matter between two people, as long as Murongyou doesn't love him, they will not love each other, and Murongyou's silence also confirmed that Knowing that Murong You didn't love him, he was relieved.

Afterwards, he learned to let himself get along with Murongyou peacefully, and wanted everything to gradually fade away with this calmness.

But, if everything could just pass like this, it would be fine.

Yu Wushang's appearance seemed to be God's intentional help for him, allowing him to use Yu Wushang's existence to further distance him, and he did the same, and then, just when he thought he could be as indifferent as friends with Murongyou When they were getting along, Han Feng appeared, and the appearance of this woman who was devoted to Murongyou and disregarded morals made him feel lonely, worried, and even...jealous.

This kind of self made him helpless, confused, and frightened. Such fear made him agree to Han Feng's request.He ignored all feelings and kept himself away.

It seems that only in this way, he will feel better.

However, Murongyou's behavior was beyond his imagination. Facing Murongyou's possessive and domineering behavior, he had no choice but to take advantage of Yu Wushang's indifferent non-response, and even began to resist. All I wanted was to get away to a safe distance, and I didn't want to hurt him.

However, today he injured him...

With a slight sound, the candle trembled and extinguished, turning into a cloud of green smoke and rising into the sky. In the darkness, Nalan Mei stiffened her back, and her tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly, as if the daylight was replaying before her eyes. Scenes in the movie, bright red blood, pale face, lonely and dark eyes...

As if feeling the icy coldness in those eyes, Nalan Mei hugged herself tightly in the darkness.

How should I face him...

"Little Lord…"

Beside the bed, Yidan looked at him attentively, but couldn't say any words of comfort. He sighed softly, and stood quietly by the bed watching.

Outside the window, the night is still as quiet as water, half a moon is exposed in the thin clouds in the sky, faint light, faint cold.

"What happened? Why did the leader get hurt like this?"

Han Feng sat beside Murongyou's bed, lowered his voice and asked Si Luo who was guarding the bed, but his gaze was always fixed on the pale figure who fell asleep on the bed, without moving his eyes away.

She just came back from the outside, and as soon as she entered the inn, she learned that Murong You was seriously injured and fell into a coma. At first she didn't believe it, she knew Murong You's skills best, but when she saw Murong You lying on the bed with a pale face, Not to mention how shocked she was.

Who can hurt him like this? …

"It's Nalan Mei." Ji Luo said in a gloomy tone.

"Nalan Mei?" Han Feng stood up abruptly, his phoenix eyes filled with disbelief and doubt, "Why did he do this?"

"Lord of the poor family, this is just a misunderstanding." Mo Lian's voice came in faintly. He stepped into the door, glanced at Si Luo faintly, then looked at Han Feng, and said in a deep voice, "Young master has been injured before, and it is only because of the injury today." Because of a misunderstanding, the humble master should not pursue it."

Si Luo hooked her red lips, and snorted softly, "If it weren't for Nalan Mei's palm, master wouldn't be lying here!" Mo Lian looked at him indifferently, "Si Luo, Elder Lin has already said very clearly, That palm is beneficial and not harmful to the young master, and you should stop pursuing your own faults, and wait for the young master to wake up."

Ji Luo pursed his lips lightly, but didn't continue talking.But Han Feng at the side heard some clues from it, she squinted, and the sequins on the brows reflected a kind of cold light in the candlelight, she said coldly, "Mo Lian, you just said that the leader was injured before, what the hell is going on? matter? Tell me clearly."

Mo Lian was silent, as if there was something she didn't want to mention.When Ji Luo at the side heard these words, his face became extremely pale, looked at Murong You who had his eyes closed tightly, and said with great self-reproach: "Master was hurt like this to save me."

Han Feng frowned and asked, "Why did you get hurt when I saved you?"

Ji Luo lowered his eyes, "I revealed my identity during the mission. The other party arrested me and tortured me. They were afraid that I would run away. They used drugs to dispel my internal energy. Even so, I escaped..." His voice seemed to bring him back to that bloody night. At that time, he, who was seriously injured, was afraid that all this was a trap set by the other party, so he deliberately let him run away and followed him to find his master. He understood this, so he Instead of going back directly, he found a random place to wait for his internal strength to recover.

He didn't contact anyone, and he spent a few days to heal his internal injuries, but his internal strength could not be recovered. He was a little anxious. Every time the master assigned him a task, he had to do it, and he was afraid that he would miss it. It's the master's business, so after weighing it, he decided to risk his life to go back and report back. As long as he keeps his breath and sends back the news the master wants, even if he dies, he will die without regret.

"However, just when I was about to return to this city, they appeared!" Si Luo clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands were protruding, and there was strong hatred in his voice, "They are tens of Besiege me alone, I am not an opponent at all!"

Mo Lian lowered her eyes, Han Feng's eyes darkened, but Ji Luo showed a resentful and helpless smile, "At that time, I was outnumbered and my physical strength was gradually exhausted. Just when I thought I was going to die here today, master But it suddenly appeared..." There was vulnerability and self-blame on Ji Luo's face, "...If I could have seen a little more clearly at that time, maybe I wouldn't have been fooled..."

"Is he fake?" Han Feng raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of coldness.

"That's right, he's a fake. He pretended to be his master and approached me in order to get me off my guard..." Ji Luo took a deep breath, "And I believed it at the time, when he got closer I found out , I have no time to resist..."

"The hateful thing is that he didn't kill me! He just knocked me out, and when I woke up again, I saw the master sitting next to me again, I... I subconsciously shot..." Ji Luo closed his eyes , the bright red lips seemed to be dripping with blood, "...by the time I realized it, I had already hurt my master. I didn't know until later that the poisonous needles I used at that time were also poisoned by them..."

"Then the young master was ambushed again on the way back. He used his internal force and drew the Gu poison into his internal organs, causing his internal force to be completely lost." Mo Lian continued, without any emotion in her voice.

Han Feng silently sat by the bed, staring at Murongyou quietly, with a sad look on his face, "Everything is planned, they want to take your life, it's already so dangerous before reaching Wuliang Mountain, you still want to go…"

Mo Lian silently glanced at her, then at the pale figure under the quilt, turned around and left gently, Shi Luo closed her eyes, and also turned around and left slowly.

The door was gently closed, and the room was as silent as the night outside the window, occasionally a few tears could be heard dripping on the bedding.

"Hong Yan, it's already so dangerous, why do you still hide it from us? ... And why are you so desperate to go up Wuliang Mountain? ..."

She gently took his hand, his hand was wrapped in a white cloth, revealing faint bloodshot, Han Feng's tears fell on it and splashed a few fragments of light.

"Hong Yan, let's not go to Wuliang Mountain, okay?... Let's go back to Immortal Lake, okay?..."

"Hongyan, is he that important?..."

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