The villain is too evil

The warm spring breeze is pulled away by the increasingly steaming heat wave. In the early summer, the chirping of birds in the forest will also start to fade away, feeling weak.

Holding the white paper with a hole pierced by the dart in her hand, Fu Yan walked slowly towards Xiao Nianzhi's courtyard.

Stepping into the courtyard gate, you will be greeted by a few light scents of flowers. Take a closer look, the acacia tree, which was green and oily two days ago, actually bloomed a few flowers today, soft and swaying in the breeze, bright and playful.

However, it is usually Xiao Nianzhi's yard, when he pushes the door, the scent of flowers will never come over him, taking a strong breath and being able to block the chicken feathers all over the sky is a superb skill.

wrong.

Xiao Nianzhi is not here.

In order to verify her idea, Fuyan found the back of the door in front of the door. However, besides the turbulent air, there was nothing to catch her breath whirling around him.

The steady and introverted Liu Guang trained, once he met Xiao Nianzhi, he turned into a bubble shadow that made people laugh.

A quarter of an hour ago, a dart was shot thousands of miles into the mahogany pillar of the training hall, and two lines of words were written on it with special poisonous weed juice——

The person in the cage has returned, so don't wade into the water.

Fu Yan quickly thought of Xihua who was taken hostage by Qin Se, and he was thinking of going to discuss with Xiao Nianzhi, but unexpectedly, he disappeared.

Fuyan's eyes were gloomy and cold, the place where Xiao Nianzhi quietly slipped was Qinse's choice, he might not only go to save Xihua, but more importantly, he wanted to avenge Xie Qing.

Xiao Nianzhi didn't mention Xie Qing's matter at all, but he still had a hard time in his heart, he still didn't want to involve Fu Yan, so he came up with the stupid trick of going to the banquet alone.

Fu Yan didn't get angry, but if her daughter-in-law ran away, she could only chase after her, and she couldn't show her face.

Fu Yan was still thinking on the way there, this time she must be tied to the bed for three days and three nights before being arrested.

-

The sky is blue, white clouds are embedded in the clear canvas like fake decorations, and the sky is cool and windy.

Xihua was woken up by a piercing needle pain, half-closed his eyes and glanced around; he propped up his body with his hands underneath, the prickling pain in his back shoulder became more intense, Xihua frowned in pain, bared his mouth and stretched out his hand to touch it. Touching that place, he touched some hot skin.

It was only then that Xihua looked back with difficulty, a few white cloths were tied around her back shoulders, a thick layer, and bone-eroding stinging pain came from it constantly.

He can't remember anything clearly, and he doesn't remember when he was injured. The last time he remembered, he obviously stayed in Qin Se's dungeon, and he didn't see anyone.

Xihua moved other parts of her body, feeling a little sore, but nothing serious.

After closing his eyes for a while, he turned over from the bed. Under the bed was a pair of tattered straw sandals, and next to him was a pair of clean white boots.

Xihua braced his head, put on his shoes, and walked around the room a few times.

There are four thick logs standing on the four corners of the earth-tiled house. The mud is not well pasted, and most of the wooden body can be seen; in the center of the room is a worn-out wooden table. The teapot on the table is missing several holes. The wood is almost rotten, and it is basically impossible to sit on it.

There is a faint musty smell, the soil in the house is a bit wet, and the leaves protruding from the branches outside are dripping with raindrops, it seems that it has just rained.

Xihua took two steps to support the wall, stepped over the threshold, and escaped from this earthen house that would collapse at the slightest wind.

There is a muddy path in front of the door, with a vegetable garden on the left and a small pond on the right, surrounded by more than half of the Gesang flowers. Looking at this small house that does not fit in with the elegant, Xihua once wondered if he had stepped on the wrong boundary.

It has just rained outside, the ground and the sky are wet, and the air is filled with a trace of cool rain, with... the smell of grilled chicken? ?

Smelling the scent, Xihua walked around to the back of the house, and found a man bent over the stone pile over there to pick up dead wood branches.

At the man's hand was a roast chicken that had lost its feathers. The skin was burnt and the color was very bright. It looked delicious.

Thinking of this, Xihua felt a little hungry, and walked over, fascinated by the aroma.

The man seemed to have heard the voice, and turned around to meet Xihua's eyes.

After a quick glance, the man looked away. He clapped his hands, stood up, and leaned to the side, his rough figure was blinded in vain.

His face was tied with a yellow and blackened cloth belt, covering most of his face. Except for two black glass-like eyeballs, he couldn't tell what he looked like. He could only see through his lean figure and a small dark spot on his face. According to the white neck with different skin, it is probably a farmer or a hunter in the mountains.

Xihua lowered his voice and asked softly, "Who are you?"

The man shook his head, looked around, and didn't speak.

Xihua said again: "Is that house your home? You brought me back?"

The man looked at the earth hole that could not be called a house with his fingers, and nodded.

Then, he squatted down, turned the roast chicken on the stick, tore off a small piece, tasted it, then tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Xihua.

"eat."

He said one word, dispelling the thought that he was dumb that had just arisen in Xihua's mind.

The pile of stones was washed shiny by the rain, and the feet were not dirty from the mud; Xihua lifted the hem of his clothes and squatted down. The man saw him squatting, and squatted back to his place again.

Xihua took the chicken leg from him and smiled at him: "You can eat it too."

He had just recovered from a serious illness, and he didn't have much strength to speak. His appetite came and went quickly, and he was already full just by looking at it.

The man took off the chicken skin and stuffed it into his mouth. He ate too fast, and his mouth was full of oil. He quickly wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his clothes, and took a peek in the direction of Xihua, for fear of being disgusted by him.

Xihua took a bite of a small piece of meat and chewed it carefully. He hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and suddenly there was meat in his mouth, and he couldn't taste it.

After chewing for a while, he swallowed, and inadvertently looked up to find the man looking at him.The moment he met his own eyes, he buried his head down again.

Xihua looked at the half piece of chicken skin left in his hand, and said to him: "The meat is delicious, why do you only eat the skin?"

The man froze for a moment, and said, "I'll give you the skin, and I'll give you the meat."

The water in Xihua's eyes flickered for a moment, and he suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Where is this place? Why am I here?"

The man said: "In the mountains." He paused, his tone was out of order: "Arrows, there is blood."

He pointed at his back shoulder, Xihua probably understood what he meant, this person should have found himself who had been shot by an arrow in a certain corner, and kindly picked him up.

But indeed, Xihua didn't remember when he was hit by an arrow, and he didn't know if he passed out at that time, but he didn't have any impression of these, including people and things, just like a pot of white water, bland and tasteless.

All of a sudden, Xihua came out of the place where Qin Se was called a devil, and Xihua really wanted to know if someone would save him. He didn't have friendship with many people in Xuanbing Mountain Villa, Xiao Nianzhi and the others... that bad guy just meddles in other people's business It is very likely that the unlucky immortal will copy the knife and bring the sword to save himself.

"Then have you ever met someone?" He was tall and attractive.Xihua originally wanted to describe Xiao Nianzhi's height and appearance, but another person appeared in his uncontrollable mind.

He knew that it would be fruitless to ask a country laborer, so he didn't have much hope to learn anything from him.

The man shook his head as usual, and tore off the other chicken leg and gave it to him, but Xihua couldn't take it, so he said to him, "Eat it, I have it."

But the man shook his head resolutely, delivered the chicken leg in his hand like this, did not take it back, and stared at Xihua blankly.

"you eat."

The man's attitude reminded Xihua of the days when he was a child, when he was out of balance with meat and vegetables. He was very happy when he could hope that the kitchen would deliver half an egg every day; The face will turn green after eating.

He had no playmates at that time, and the only person he saw every day was his mother, who lived with him, had poor food and clothing, and often had a wry smile on her face.

She was originally a punished sinner, and her face was full of pain, but when facing Xihua, she always smiled as much as she could, but her smile was not good, so it was ugly.

His mother is weak, but she is very kind to him. She can always pick out the good ones from the rotten vegetables and give them to him first; if there are holes in her clothes, she will cut cloth from herself to mend them for him.

There are exactly two bowls of rice delivered every day, and she will give Xihua half of her own bowl to take good care of him.

His cold and strict father never came to see them since he was a child, and his mother raised him with her body, but she couldn't bear the abuse after all, and died when he was 13 years old.

He handled the corpse alone, without crying or fussing. A big stone was tied to his feet and sank to the bottom of the lake.

His head father only found out that he was gone two years later, but he always scoffed at him.

Perhaps the sunlight shining into the gap is even warmer. Xihua is very sensitive to the kindness others give him, and he is easy to soften his heart. As the saying goes, the grace of dripping water will be repaid by the spring. He thinks, if he can return to Xuanbing Mountain Villa in the future, he will definitely treat the man Bring back.

The man entered the room and fetched a clean bowl, put the chicken legs in and pushed it in front of Xihua, wiped his oily hands on his body, pointed out, snorted, then turned around and left.

Xihua opened his mouth to ask him where he was going, but was choked by a gust of wind.

The man walks very steadily, and his back looks very much like him.

-

Afterwards, Xihua stayed in the man's earthen house, and he could only see the man once every three days, the longest time being five days, and five days later, the man carried a bag of fruit on his back, dumped it into the small pond, and washed it clean. Bring it to him to eat.

In the afternoon, the man squatted by the small pond, loosening the soil for the surrounding flowers; Xihua lived here for a long time, got used to the climate here, and imitated the man to cut off the extra sleeves and hem of the clothes, and the shoes he wore changed from The white becomes black, which looks inexplicably comfortable.

"You loosen the soil for Hua?" Xihua asked knowingly.

The man replied without looking up.Xihua looked at his face, and said: "Do you have a name? Can you tell me?"

It's funny to say that he eats and lives with men, but he doesn't even know the man's name. Men don't want to talk to him, so there are very few times when he can call his name.

The man muffled his voice and remained silent for a while.

Xihua pretended that he didn't have one, and suggested, "Why don't I make one for you?" He raised his eyebrows and asked what the man meant.

The man paused when he turned over the soil, straightened his back, tilted his head and waited for him to name it.

Xihua: "Treasure?" He was afraid that the man would think the name was too immature, so he explained: "It can be true—" But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man's loud um.

Xihua took a breath, and called him tentatively, "Treasure?"

The man looked up at him and grinned.

Xihua was immediately attracted by him, Zhenbao's smile was very pure, purely happy, straightforward and clean, without the pressure of worldly pollution and life, everything was just as happy as she wanted.

Seeing him laughing, Xihua laughed happily too. He reached for Zhenbao's shovel and said, "Let me help you."

Unexpectedly, Zhenbao suddenly retreated, Xihua didn't stop, and plunged into the small pond.

The water splashed the Gesang flowers and knocked a few of them.

Fortunately, Zhenbao quickly caught him by the waist, so he didn't plunge into the mud under the water.

The water in the small pond was not deep, Xihua recovered from it and stood in the water, Zhenbao put his arms around his waist from behind, in a posture of protecting him.

Zhenbao let him go first, and moved a little away from him. Xihua wanted to lift his foot but found that the shoe was stuck in the mud and could not be pulled out.

He blushed and remained motionless, letting Zhenbao watch behind him for a long time as a joke.

"There are water ghosts underneath, biting my feet and not letting go." Xihua said angrily.

Zhenbao bent down, patted his legs, swayed left and right twice, and lifted his feet vigorously to save his feet.

Xihua opened his mouth to thank him but didn't say a word of thanks, his whole body was spinning and he was picked up by Zhenbao and put on the shore.

The muddy water in the pond splashed a few drops on Zhenbao's face, he wiped it off carelessly, then went ashore, went into the house, took a clean cloth and carefully wiped Xihua's face.

Their postures were very close, Xihua's breath was blowing on Zhenbao's wrist, spreading around with his movements.

Xihua suddenly took a few steps back, the water on his face was wiped off, but the water on his lower body wet his clothes, making his skin sticky and uncomfortable.

Wen Yun's face flashed in Xihua's mind, and he was featured in every scene in the past, including the most intimate actions of the two; for no reason, a feeling of fear arose, and this fear turned into Wen Yun's face amidst the disordered breathing .

He murmured to Zhenbao, "I'm sorry."

Zhenbao didn't seem to care, walked over, held his neck still, and wiped off the remaining mud spots on his neck.

"Next time, don't come near the pond." Zhenbao put the dirty cloth on his shoulders, jumped into the small pond, squatted down, and fished out his shoes that were stuck in the mud.

Xihua stood there stupidly, as if she had been frightened.

Zhenbao walked up to him, and said one word wronged: "Dirty."

The next day, Xihua woke up in the morning, wearing Zhenbao's broken sandals, and saw the clean boots on the window sill.

-

Xiao Nianzhi turned a corner and saw a door hidden by vines. He leaned over gently, touched the lock on the door, pulled out a wire from his sleeve, put it into the keyhole and fiddled with it, and opened it with a click. locked.

There are four walls here, and only one corner is the passage to the outside world. The surrounding moss and vines weave a world, the atmosphere is cold, and the air is not normal at all.

I opened the door, and it was different from what I imagined. The inside was as bright as day, and the top was full of floating night pearls. In the middle was a tripod, shaped like a stove, with smoke coming out of it, but there was no smell.

Xiao Nianzhi stepped carefully and walked inside along the road.

There was a black wall in front of him, when Xiao Nianzhi approached, the black wall suddenly became transparent, surrounded by blue and white light.

He looked inside and saw a man covered in blood.

The author has something to say: no prize question: what is the identity of Zhenbao?

The one covered in blood?