Secret arrows are hard to defend

Lu Xuandu calmed down after hearing the words, and sat next to Song Wuan on the couch.He looked warm, looking at Song Wu'an with gentle eyes, like a long piece of yarn.

"I am very happy to know that you have won against Yang Liuyu."

Song Wuan smirked: "Don't you Gulou do this business without reward?"

"No reward silver?" Lu Xuandu shook his head amusedly: "Wu An, you don't know anything about your worth."

"What do you mean?"

"Now, the bonus of the hidden weapon No. [-] Tuo Luo has already been added to this number." Lu Xuan pointed out a finger.

Song Wuan raised his eyebrows coldly: "100 taels?"

"Ha - Wu An underestimates himself too much, 100 taels is probably not enough for the price of a hidden weapon on your body."

"100 taels is enough for a family's annual expenses, not a small amount." Song Wuan closed his eyes angrily, refusing to talk to him any more.

Lu Xuandu looked at his rather childish expression and smiled: "I haven't seen you for a year, Wuan seems to know how to plan and calculate a lot. That's right, you can wait fifteen days for a poor horse now."

"It's not 100 taels, it's 1000 taels?"

Lu Xuandu still shook his head: "It's 1 taels, exactly 1 taels, ranking sixth on the bonus list."

"1 taels? Ha - I'm afraid I'm crazy? Who wants to kill me so much?"

"A lot of people. If it weren't for the ancient building to block you, you would have been chased and fled around by now."

Song Wu'an looked indifferent, and he said bluntly: "You once said that you want me to do something, why don't you just say it, I'm not interested in continuing to play tricks with you."

Those charming peach blossom eyes are slightly curved, forming a shallow line at the tip of the eyes. It is probably only at such times that a little bit of the age of the person in front of him will be revealed.He is no longer young. He has worn away his youthful edges and corners during the years in charge of the ancient building. He has become cunning and cunning. Playing with people's hearts has become his specialty, and full of lies has become his personal weapon.Lu Xuandu is at the peak moment of a person, mature and powerful, not yet full of tenderness and fear, he knows what he is doing and what he wants to do, and he never hesitates.If he's an adversary, he's exactly the kind of guy no one wants to face.

On the other hand, Song Wuan, he is not yet 20 years old, even if he is young and mature, he is not really matured by time, he is calm and impulsive, when you get close to him, it is like getting close to a layer of ice. The stilling sound of running water is still not solid enough, it is in the process of infinite change.

Seeing Lu Xuandu getting closer, Song Wuan frowned slightly and avoided his outstretched hand, with a hint of disgust and impatience in his expression.Lu Xuandu smiled because of his overtly angry action, and his fingers slid an arc in the air without pausing, brushing his cheeks and the messy hair that fell on his shoulders.He picked up a strand of hair with his fingertips in a provocative gesture that was familiar and natural.

Song Wu'an hated his habit of using hands and feet without saying anything, if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't have tools at hand and couldn't get rid of the shackles, he would have to poke ten or eight holes in his body to relieve his anger.

"I heard that you were injured, have you recovered?"

Song Wu'an simply leaned against the bed frame and closed his eyes, as if the person in front of him didn't exist at all.The person opposite was silent for a long time, and after the rustling of the cloth, his lips suddenly softened.Song Wu'an's eyes widened in disbelief immediately, he struggled violently, and then was dragged back to the original place unwillingly by the black iron shackles.

It was a quick, light, touch-and-go kiss, perhaps not even a complete kiss.Lu Xuandu opened the distance from him again, stretched out his hand to gently hold his wrist: "Shh - such a big movement will attract other people."

Song Wuan, whose cheeks were flushed, raised his leg and kicked him violently. Lu Xuandu nimbly pinched his ankle, and said with a smile, "Hey—Wuan, you are very enthusiastic."

Song Wu'an took a deep breath, blindly struggling would only waste energy and attract suspicion, which would be very detrimental to his escape plan.Seeing that he had calmed down, Lu Xuan properly arranged his legs to an absolutely comfortable position, and said with a smile, "Wuan, I have a question to ask you."

Song Wuan gave him a dark look, and secretly decided that if he dared to ask if this was his first kiss, he would definitely turn his head off.Lu Xuan turned a blind eye to his ferocious expression, and he fixedly looked into Song Wuan's clear but bottomless eyes: "Have you ever been sincere to me?"

Song Wuan blinked slowly, as if he didn't understand his question.In fact, he heard every word Lu Xuandu said clearly, and he also fully understood what Lu Xuandu was asking.He's just, surprised.He never thought that such a question would have something to do with Lu Xuandu, and it would have something to do with himself.

Have you ever been a little sincere?

Song Wuan subconsciously wanted to deny it.But if he didn't have a little sincerity, he wouldn't rush to Yangzhou, and he wouldn't chase a nasty horse because of a moment of anger, and he wouldn't be betrayed by Lu Xuandu to Feng Zechuan.If the value of this sincerity is to kill him, then he would rather not have it.

So, he denied it.

"No." Song Wuan's voice was very soft, but very firm: "If there is a chance, I will kill you."

Lu Xuandu suddenly laughed, and he reached out and touched the top of his head: "You really never let me down, Wuan. I will give you this chance."

"...What, mean?" There was a tearing pain somewhere in his throat, and it was only when the question came out that Song Wuan realized that his voice was difficult.

"Let me tie your hair for you."

Lu Xuan didn't even answer his question, instead he took out a comb of peach wood engraved with pomegranate flower and silver ingot from somewhere, and looked at his hair seriously and stubbornly.Song Wuan tried to evade, but his range of activities was really limited, Lu Xuan gently supported his shoulder: "It will be fine soon, I will answer your question after I tie up your hair, okay? "Song Wuan silently compromised, letting Lu Xuan move on top of his head.

Song Wuan's hair is rather thin and soft, and Lu Xuan's movements of binding his hair were very slow, gentle, and calm. He likes the touch of Song Wuan's hair when it slips through his fingers, soft and smooth, slightly cool , and a little itchy.Lu Xuan likes this feeling, but he doesn't linger.The movement of his hair is very skilled, as if he has practiced it hundreds of times.

Lu Xuandu untied a blue flower-patterned hairband from his wrist to tie his hair up. Song Wuan didn't like to attract attention, and he never used such an overly bright color.Lu Xuan looked at his results with satisfaction: "This color is very suitable for you. You are clearly not yet 20 years old, why do you always use those old-fashioned colors?"

Song Wuan didn't want to continue to flirt with him: "...answer the question."

"I said I wanted you to do something for me."

Song Wuan did not expect that he would bring up this matter at this time: "You say."

"2000 taels a year, 6000 taels in three years, this is my life money for you."

"..." An ominous premonition welled up in Song Wu'an's heart, he opened his mouth, and said with difficulty, "Whose life will I buy?"

"Buy mine." After restraining his smile, his originally magnificent face suddenly turned cold to the bones. The alluring peach-like color was just a mask he was used to wearing. Hard dead silence: "6000 taels, I buy my life. I want you, kill me."

Song Wuan's face suddenly turned pale: "...What do you mean? What do you mean?!" He struggled violently, and Lu Xuan got up and stood far away. He looked down at him indifferently, like a spider that has been dormant for a long time. Dying prey on a spider web.

Under the violent and uninterrupted struggle, Song Wuan's wrists were scratched with blood, and the mottled red was covered with heavy shackles.Song Wuan finally stopped his useless behavior, and the hair that had just been bundled fell messily on his cheek.

"Why?" Song Wu'an managed to calm down: "Do you think you can take revenge on me?"

"No. It has nothing to do with you." Lu Xuandu was uncharacteristically calm: "It's something I have already decided, since—I don't remember when it started. I'm just tired. If I want, I can Playing with everyone in the world, no matter what I want, I can find a way to get it. But it is meaningless. Without Yan Zihuai, everything is meaningless."

Nothing to do with you.This is probably the most hurtful sentence.Lu Xuandu's tone was rare and sincere, and because of this, it was particularly hurtful.

If Yan Zihuai is so important, why do you ask me if I have any sincerity?What is my sincerity?

But Song Wuan just listened to him without saying a word and said: "Wuan, sometimes you really resemble him, but you are completely different." Lu Xuan showed a cynical smile: "You are still very young. When you are young, it doesn’t matter if you give your sincerity to someone who is not worth it, this little bit of sincerity will come back to you one day.”

"Why me?" Song Wu'an tried his best to restrain the turbulent emotions: "What does it have to do with me if you want to die? Why do you want to involve me?"

Lu Xuandu blinked his eyes slowly, showing a trace of cunning again: "Probably because you appeared too well. The first time I saw you using a dark coin, I thought that if you died of a famous striker like you, It's a worthy death. And, Wu An, you did a really good job, you never let me down."

"Then you can be disappointed this time. I won't kill people."

"Even if there are 6000 taels?"

"Even if there are 6000 taels."

Lu Xuandu sighed softly: "Everyone has the key to killing people, but yours is really easy to find." He put on the silver mask again, with his hands behind his back, Song Wuan was vigilant. Seeing his appearance of extreme vigilance, Lu Xuan said in an orderly manner: "After I die, you will take over the ancient building. After the Meihunlu incident, there must be a rift between Mofengbao and the Qiao family in Luling. In a lifetime, the trade route from the south of the Yangtze River to the northwest has also opened a gap, and the ancient building can be reaped a lot of profits and a share of the pie. If you keep it safe, you will be safe for the rest of your life; if you advance aggressively, this can be your retreat; , can also have 20 years of chic and happy."

"Do not--"

Lu Xuandu continued: "With the ancient building, you can escape from Wuwu Mountain with your junior brother and set up your own family. With three years of experience, with your senior brother's diligent and down-to-earth temperament, once you broaden your horizons, you will be able to untie your knots. Then you Wouldn't it be beautiful for two people to stay together and fly together?"

"Take a step back. Even if you don't like him, there are always more choices in the ancient building. You don't have to hang yourself on a tree, right?" Lu Xuan quietly used some mind-bending techniques, whispering Bewitched: "Isn't it? As long as you kill me, all of this will be at your fingertips, and I won't resist, and I'm even happy to see it happen. You and I get what we need, isn't it good?"

"……Do not."

Lu Xuan twisted the corners of his mouth in dissatisfaction: "My good boy, you can't be too greedy. That's all - you don't have to say what you want. You have to be good, because lures won't work, Lu has only one way to bully You can go. It is obviously a beautiful thing, but it would be ugly to tear your face."

"I don't. I don't kill people." Song Wu'an said hoarsely: "You said that it's okay to give your sincerity to someone who is not worth it when you are young. This little bit of sincerity will come back one day. You still You are lying to me. If it is true as you said, what are you to Yan Zihuai? You were younger than me at that time, but did you get back your sincerity? Sincerity is sincerity, whether it is worth it or not. "

Lu Xuandu watched in astonishment as a drop of tear fell from his eye socket, slid all the way down to his jaw, and disappeared between the collarbone, then more and more tears poured out. When he cried, he was very silent, without choking, It was as if everything was as usual, but the tears fell like broken beads.

"Don't cry."

Lu Xuan's heart softened for a moment, he suddenly couldn't tell whether Song Wuan was like Yan Zihuai or himself, at this moment he seemed to be just like Song Wuan.