Hibiscus

The stove was burning recklessly, and there was the sound of locks being locked. Fusang looked up, and saw the woman in black, looking at her indifferently, "Isn't he dead?" fresh snow.

Fusang looked at the scratches on his hand again, it was scattered and scattered, the white shirt was soaked in blood, it was very frightening, the woman walked over, and laughed jokingly, "Yesterday the loess was made of white bones, today the red night tent is warm."

Fusang raised his eyebrows, and thought for a moment, "Actually, you should throw me into that furnace."

The woman looked at her with a frown and almost gritted her teeth, "I've never seen someone so eager to seek death."

Fusang shook his head, and said with dazed eyes, "No, I'm just afraid of pain."

The woman turned her head and walked to the stove, took a hot iron, and suddenly it turned on, like the lights on the other side, she took the iron and burned it on Fusang's hand without pity, only to hear The flesh wrinkled, and there was a burning smell in the air. Fusang was in a cold sweat from the pain, and his brows were all wrinkled. The man gave her a slightly strange look, "Does it hurt?"

Fusang was so angry that he frowned coldly, "You will know if you try it."

She put the iron aside, and said lightly, "I can't stand it like this, what about your bold words just now."

Fusang stopped talking, the sweat on his forehead was still dripping, sticking to the ends of his hair, and he looked a bit downcast. The man took a look, murmured, "boring", and walked away.

The room was quiet again, only the roar of the flames burning, Fusang felt the pain, tears fell on the ground, she endured the pain, and gritted her teeth, the tears became more and more turbulent.

After another night, her time here became more and more long and hopeless. The man came here from time to time, and it seemed very interesting to watch her make a fool of himself, "You have cried." She looked Fusang up and down,

Fusang glanced at her, and said with a half-smile, "Your eyes are not very good."

The man was not annoyed, and pinched her waist again, "I found that you are very stubborn."

Fusang endured the pain and hid back and forth, "Could it be possible to cry for you?"

She smiled and said noncommittally, "Maybe I let you go on a whim."

Fusang glanced at the burning flames, shook his head and said, "No, it's not yet time."

The man nodded and stared at Fusang in a daze, "You seem to understand it very well."

Fusang said with a dazed expression, "It's just a wild guess."

She tugged Fusang's head back, and watched her eyebrows twitch, "Why do you still have such a dead face?"

Fusang raised his head, sneered and said, "Officer, do you want to give you a smile?"

She said disdainfully, "Don't make fun of me."

Fusang turned her head away, and she pulled a little harder, "You're giving me a headache."

She smiled and watched her struggling, pulled her head, and said close to the tip of her nose, "Why don't you cry a little, because it's said that a beautiful woman's pear blossoms fall in the rain, which is so cute."

Fusang raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Are you a pervert?"

The man let her go with a smile, walked around her waist and said, "Why don't you try to be more perverted."

Fusang yelled at her, "Get lost."

Instead of being angry, she smiled, and her smile became more and more smug, "It's really scary for the kitten to get angry."

Fusang simply ignored her, and the man looked at Fusang for a while without interest, then walked away without saying anything more.

Fusang was in a misty realm, and there was a very hot stove, and she came straight to her eyes, the man didn't say a word, only groaned, and started to tinker again, seeing that her back was wet a lot, it hurts to think about it. It was a bit terrible, when Fusang was about to approach, the scene flickered again and again, only one person was left staring at the sky obsessively, Fusang felt a little weird, and hurried to catch up, the person finally turned around, his face was full of scars, Fusang was scared Have to wake up from the dream.

She slowly raised her eyes from the cramped light, the man stared at her for a long time, Fusang gave her a slow glance, "Are you coming to see a joke again?"

She untied the restraint without looking at him, Fusang lost his support and fell to the ground, the man helped her up, his palms trembling, only then did Fusang see who was coming, and backed away in fright ,"How will you be here?"

There were occasional sounds of rodents scurrying around on the damp ground, Xi He took her into his arms step by step, "If you don't come to me, I will come to you."

Fusang broke away from her hand and looked around again, "Is no one stopping you?"

Xihe took a look at the scars on her hands, some blood scabs seemed to have been scratched maliciously and there were burn marks, Fusang noticed her gaze, and hurriedly covered it up, Xihe's heart became more and more sour, Choked up, "I'm late."

Fusang shook his head, and climbed a few more steps on top of her. Xi He hurriedly squatted down, making a gesture to hug her, but Fusang refused, "I'm dirty, don't touch me yet."

Xi He frowned, his eyes were foggy, he held her in his arms, and said distressedly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Fusang grabbed her skirt, said over her shoulder, "Someone is here."

Xi He felt the trembling in her body, turned around, and saw Jing Lun's disdainful expression, and there were emotions hidden in the corners of her eyes that even she didn't know why.

The two of them fought desperately without any hesitation. Jinglun turned into a long whip, and flung it towards Xihe like a ghost. On the road, the two became entangled in a short while, and suddenly saw the black shadow disappearing into emptiness, and Fusang saw the long whip whipping towards Xihe's chest like a poisonous snake. She was so frightened that her heart trembled. Suddenly a ray of light appeared on the bottom, passing over the long whip, the long whip was shattered into powder in a short while, it didn't matter for a while, the chest was severely injured, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Xi He raised the long sword, and under the mixed light and shadow, said expressionlessly, "You did the injury on her body?"

Jinglun raised his eyes, grinned and said, "Yeah, she's quite funny."

Xi He squeezed the hilt of the sword, and the veins in the corners of his eyes bulged, "Fun? Then I'll play with you." She kicked over suddenly, and Jing Lun was immediately knocked to the ground. Xi He couldn't help but tiptoed again She kept stepping on her body, "The person I protect on the tip of my heart, you just ruined it at will."

Fusang crawled over in time, tugged at one corner of her, and said weakly, "Xi He, let's go."

Xi He knelt down, hugged her in his arms and said, "Don't be afraid of Ah Qing, I'm here."

Jinglun hid his eyes under the tips of his hair, and said indifferently, "You are so amazing, Fusang."

Fusang lay in Xihe's embrace, looking at her silently, Xihe kicked her a few more times to make her calm down, and took the long sword again, intending to poke a few holes in her body, Before giving up, Fusang took her hand tremblingly, "No, killing her will damage Yin virtue."

Xi He lost his temper, so he hugged her and killed her all the way.

In this gloomy cellar, the moisture pervades the body, making it extremely uncomfortable. The shadows that have been dormant for a long time in all directions, like a pair of invisible hands firmly strangling their necks, suddenly cut a bloody path, but they saw dark patterns engraved on their bodies. The man Youyou lay down unwillingly on the ground, his face covered with bloodstains. Fusang frowned and glanced at it, and said, "Go to the northwest." Xi He nodded, and picked up his sword. made a sound.

"As expected of the Demon King of Nanyu Mountain, he not only broke my position, but also wounded my beloved apprentice." The man finally came slowly from the dark place, he was wearing a black robe today, because of his small stature, The clothes seemed to cover him,

He put his eyes on me, with a gentle smile on his face, "Miss Ah Qing, don't go in such a hurry, it's only one day away, as long as you stay with me for one more day, I can satisfy you whatever you want."

With a cold face, Xi He said unhappily, "Do you think this is a deal? I'm afraid you guys, Qi Shan, have forgotten how to do a deal."

He smiled noncommittally, "You Clan has to go through this calamity before they can be reborn from the ashes."

Xi He looked at it coldly, his whole body was scattered, and he was already ready to fight, when a huge black shadow enveloped the top in an instant, it seemed to be very excited, with a blue face, long fangs, a snake tail, and bloodthirsty eyes, Fusang frowned,

"Su Xinzhi looked similar to it at the time."

Xi He frowned and said, "He made the scratch on your neck."

Fusang nodded, with some pain in his brows, as if he didn't want to recall any more.

Xi He put her down and said softly, "Wait for me here."

Fusang nodded, and looked ahead with some sadness. The monster was extremely warlike. Even if Xi He cut his shoulder, he was still bloodthirsty, like a ferocious beast that never tires.Xi He was a little tired of coping, so Fusang looked up, only to see the man in the shadow with a sullen smile,

Fusang looked anxiously, and saw that he twisted the handle in the dark, and the ground suddenly split into two halves. Fusang crawled over, and heard Xihe yell at her, "Don't come over." Watching her disappear at the end, the ground slowly closed again,

"This nothingness is really useful. As long as you obey me, I'll make sure she's fine." Fusang pulled out exhaustedly, with tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, and passed out.

When Fusang woke up, blood was still dripping from her hand. She frowned as she looked at the shapeless arm. Jinglun sat on the chair, shook the long whip in her hand, stretched back and said, "Wake up!" .”

Fusang glanced at her drowsily, she took a sip from the water glass on the table, and poured it on her again, "You are really good at it, but unfortunately, no matter how good you are at finding a little lover, you can't escape from here." She shook her long legs as she said this,

Fusang's hair was dripping, she looked very miserable, she pulled the corners of her mouth, and said with a smile, "No matter how bad she is, she can still beat you to the ground."

Jing Lun raised his eyebrows slightly, pinched her neck violently and said, "So what if you are defeated, it depends on who can have the last laugh."

Fusang lowered his head and bit her hand, she pinched harder and harder in pain, Fusang raised his head and breathed in the thin air little by little, mist appeared in the corners of his eyes, tears fell suddenly, and Jinglun's hand was scalded , she withdrew her palm in fright, looked at her teardrops carefully, and gave her a strange look, "Why are you crying?"

Fusang glanced at her with a pale face, her heart throbbed a little, she took a breath and said, "Don't hurt Xi He, just give up my life, whatever is fine, please don't hurt her."

Jinglun glanced at her in confusion, there were still two tear stains on her face, this was the first time she asked herself to beg, so many days of torture did not break her down, she was a little confused, couldn't find the thread of emotion, but She was very impetuous, she turned around and kicked over the chair, took a long whip and threw it on her body, and said angrily, "Don't cry for me." Muddy, Jing Lun still couldn't understand her hatred, she flicked the whip again and again, and Fusang's body was immediately split with bloodstains one after another. She was trembling all over, and broke out in cold sweat, which fell on the wound, and there was another burst of pain.She only stared coldly, listening to her scolding, "It's detrimental to Yin virtue, you have the heart of a Bodhisattva, you idiot."

Fusang spat out a mouthful of blood, and someone stopped her movement from behind, "Jinglun, you're getting too strict."

"Father."

"You go back first." Jinglun retracted the long whip, seeing Fusang's half-dead appearance, he lost interest.

"Miss Ah Qing, I hope you will be merciful to me for how much my adopted son has offended you." He was still gentle and polite, humble and decent.

Fu Sang raised his eyes, "What did you do to Xi He?"

He came lightly with his hands behind his back, "Miss Ah Qing is a person who values ​​love and righteousness. After our You Clan experienced civil strife 1 years ago, there are not many branches left. When I did this, it was somewhat against the sky. At that time, I hope the girl can take care of her more."

Fusang saw him let out a breath of relief amidst the confusion of light and shadow, and couldn't help laughing, "You know it's a mistake, why do you make a mistake when you know it?"

He twisted his sleeves, his brows filled with melancholy, "Success is also Xiao He, failure is also Xiao He, life is so much, it is not desperate, we will not take such risks, we have never been able to control."

Fu Sang laughed and said, "You are just escaping, it is God's will, you are just unwilling to do so, why did you shirk all your mistakes."

She still sneered, "Is it true that those who are unwilling to die deserve to die for you? I feel ashamed of you for such fallacies."

When he heard this, his brows suddenly opened, "That man is right, you can see clearly, it is indeed me who doesn't understand."

His eyes suddenly became clear and clear, "I have never begged others in my life, and I hope that the girl can accept Youmou's big gift, and I hope you will not hurt Jinglun."

Fusang watched him worship again and again with cold eyes, he took the dagger and slowly cut open her wrist, the blood splashed everywhere again, and the stove burned wantonly again, he channeled his internal energy, the flame licked like a devil , became more and more intense, and suddenly saw a ray of light burst out from it, and a ball of blazing heat rose from the furnace. He laughed especially happily, "The Chiyuan Pill is about to be refined."

It was just Yuan Dan emitting a ball of light, Fusang glanced at it, and frowned in pain.The man smiled more complacently, "That's great, the You Clan is saved." Fusang's eyes ached from the rays of light, and suddenly she shed tears slowly, her pupils crinkled together tightly, and her head twitched. He was sweating profusely and his heart was beating wildly. Only then did the man see the strange movement, but seeing Fusang's bloodthirsty eyes, he broke free from the restraints, like a wandering soul, the air pressure directly rolled over him. So he came close to him, broke his wrist, took a look at the Chiyuan Pill, looked at it carefully, and turned it into powder, the man couldn't believe it, "Impossible, this is Chiyuan Pill, what are you? Who?" Fusang glanced at him unconsciously, only felt the yelling lingering in his ears, he pinched his neck angrily and flew against the wall. Picking his hand tendons, he yelled in pain.

"Let him go." As soon as Jinglun heard the strange movement, she entered the room, she couldn't think much about the current situation, she swung the long whip over, Fusang raised his hand and grabbed the whip, saw the blood on the arm, really Qi became more and more eager to move, she pulled hard, and knocked the Jinglun at the other end of the rope to the ground.Fusang walked over to her slowly, with the corners of his eyes twitched, he grabbed her hand again, and slammed the long whip on her body again and again, Fusang looked at the blood oozing from the corner of her mouth numbly, He rushed to the front, "Miss Ah Qing, you promised me that you would not hurt Jinglun." Fusang remained silent, but looked down coldly. On the other side, he could see the man covered in black veil in the floating clothes. Walking forward slowly, he smiled softly, "Fusang, you finally woke up."

He moved his hand towards Fusang, his white satin-wrapped fingertips touched her forehead, and frowned, "It's still a bit too hasty."

The man lying on the ground looked at the scene in front of him, and now he couldn't understand it very well, "So you lied to me, the Chiyuan Pill is a lie, and saving my people is also a lie."

He smiled softly, "I just borrowed the hand of Patriarch You, if there is a chance, I will thank you at another time."

Jinglun glared at him, but unfortunately she couldn't see his face.

"You have caused me so much suffering. You have nothing to say about being plotted against today, so you will pay for it with your life."

He waved his hand without blinking his eyebrows, and the person who had just made a fuss was already decapitated, and Jing Lun cried out in pain, "Father."

Fusang grabbed his hand, eyes still dull, like a dull puppet, "You don't want me to kill her? Well, it's all up to you."

With a wave of his fingertip wrapped in white satin, the two of them fled away.

The morning light came through the mist, fell on the stream, shimmering, and the air was filled with the fragrance of soil. Fusang walked with him all the way, along the stream, occasionally water droplets hit the upper of the shoe, and he pulled it Watching her step back a few minutes, but seeing the delicate and beautiful flowers, the weeds in the crevices of the rocks, the warm fragrance floating in the wind, he put his hand on her wrist, but she couldn't break free, so he Listening to him whispering, "If you are so obedient, it will be fine, but unfortunately, you are so lifeless." He pushed her lightly, and she fell into the stream, and the water covered her eyebrows and eyes, and Fusang swayed. She looked at him motionlessly until her consciousness gradually disappeared, and then she saw him brushing against her ears, and heard him murmur in her ear, "Live well, Fusang."