final conspiracy

It's been very dark these days.

The sky has been gloomy and gloomy, and it rains from time to time, the raindrops are cool, as if it is going to be cold to the bottom of the heart, and the wind seems to be howling, lifeless.

The foot of the mountain on the outskirts of the city was already covered with withered and yellow fallen leaves, which were blown up mercilessly by the autumn wind, and fluttered down again, covering the black rotten soil.

The brocade clothes on his body were completely soaked, stuck to his body, and stained with blood from the wound.An Xia had stood motionless for two days, except for the blown robe and hair, he hadn't even moved his eyes - to be precise, he had never opened his eyes.

The stiffness of the body can only be eliminated by the operation of internal force, but even so, he still has a feeling of fatigue, the fatigue in his heart.He was lured here by Jun Jiangjiu, but the person who lured him was nowhere to be found.

As long as he moves, he will be injured, and the sword energy coming from nowhere, and the overwhelming phantoms have become factors that hinder his footsteps.But even so, the aroma in the air was still stimulating his nerves, and there were scattered and erratic sounds all around him.

——There are a lot of lost flowers planted around him, emitting their own deadly fragrance that can make people hallucinate all the time.

He didn't dare to move, if he got lost in the environment, he would never wake up again.

He vaguely understood the purpose of Jun Jiangjiu bringing him here - as a madman, the most indispensable thing around him was illusions, and the influence of Lost Flowers on him was too limited.I have already been drawn here carelessly, and the next thing I have to do is to be patient.

As for a killer, what he lacks most is patience.

There was no trace, no sound, as if he was the only one left in the world.

Terribly quiet.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, but he didn't know that the culprit who made him fall into this situation was actually right in front of him.

Jun Jiangjiu sat on the floor, staring at the void in a daze, his eyes became more blood-red against the background of the sea of ​​flowers, making him more and more indistinguishable.

If he couldn't kill An Xia with one blow, he wouldn't do it.

It doesn't matter, anyway, he has plenty of patience, just use it up slowly.

Mu Feng... what are you doing now?Are they at the base, or are they with Su Yishang...

He thought so, but he didn't know that the person he was thinking of was actually in the capital.

Liquor store

The boss put a pot of hot wine on the guest's table, caught off guard, and sighed: "This day is really changing, and it's so gloomy that I don't think there's anything good about it. It's better to stop the rain earlier. "

The guest who covered his face with a cloak did not speak, but quietly took the jug and put a few taels of silver on the table.

"Hey guest officer, take your time." The owner of the restaurant put away the broken silver, smiled, turned and left.

The guest watched the boss disappear, then stared down at the table, pursing his thin lips slightly.

"Xiao Fengfeng, it's useless for you to be frowning here~" Su Yishang appeared out of nowhere, took a sip of wine from the jug, and said, "Go and help if you're worried."

"I can't help." Lin Mufeng whispered, "If I help, it will become an excuse for those people to accuse Ah Jiu of incompetence."

Su Yishang squinted his eyes to feel the warmth of the wine passing through his intestines, and lazily said: "Isn't that better than leaving him in the Lost Flower? Xiao Fengfeng, if he stays longer, it will never get better It's gone." As he spoke, he gave a low laugh, sighed and said with emotion: "Lost flowers...that's a good thing."

Listening to his words, Lin Mufeng pursed his mouth even tighter, and the knuckles of the fingers holding the cup turned white.

The closed door of the restaurant can't stop the cold wind that seeps in, and the candles in the house flicker on and off, making people's faces uncertain.

"...I can't go." After a long time, he still repeated this sentence in a low voice, "If I give them an excuse this time, the internal strife that was finally resolved will start again. Those people won't give in so easily ..."

"... Tsk." Su Yishang stared at him for a long time, took another sip of wine, and said, "I can't help you, so I can only watch the two of them fight. Why are you doing this?"

Lin Mufeng ignored him, but frowned slightly.

"The two of them..." he muttered to himself, "Then... what about An Xia's subordinates?"

Su Yishang raised his head and poured the wine into his mouth. After waiting for a long time, only one drop came out. He couldn't help shaking the jug angrily, and put it on the table at once, making a "bang" sound.

He propped his head on one hand: "Don't worry, your guy must have made arrangements, he is not a fuel-efficient lamp." Smacking his lips, he recalled: "This wine is really good, especially in this cold weather. "

Lin Mufeng drank the already cold wine in the cup and said, "I know."

I don't know if what he knows is that his family is not a fuel-efficient lamp, or he knows that this wine is good.

Su Yishang didn't bother to think about what he knew, stretched his waist: "I'm going to rest first, don't be too tired, I've been driving for a few days..." The last sentence became more and more familiar to him. Yuanzhong could not hear clearly, and the last few syllables were directly blown in the wind.

"...Okay." Lin Mufeng replied in a low voice.

Let's go to rest after a while, and wait...

"...Ajiu..."

The voice in his ear made Jun Jiangjiu frowned slightly.His gaze shifted from the bewitching flowers blooming on the ground to the paler An Xia's body, and the fingers holding the blood-drinking sword slightly exerted force, calmly estimating how likely it was to kill with one blow.

...not [-]%.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and relaxed his fingers again.

He couldn't kill with one blow, An Xia's mental suggestion and his various escape tricks would cause him a lot of trouble, and it would be bad if he let him go.

——That's why he wanted to lure An Xia here.

The blood on An Xia's body had already started to solidify, but because of the rain, his robe was still firmly stuck to his body, slightly moistening the wound.

He closed his eyes tightly, but his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and his lips were subconsciously pursed tighter and tighter.

His condition had begun to decline slowly, but he didn't dare to act rashly if the other person didn't move, otherwise it would only cause him to be injured for no reason.

but--

He must be around here, in the scent of lost flowers.

Although he is very adaptable to the illusion and won't be affected too much like himself, it doesn't mean that the Lost Flower doesn't stimulate his nerves.

Instead, the stimulus will be greater.

As long as he is exhausted until he finally loses control of his internal energy, can't distinguish reality from falsehood, and becomes obsessed, that is when he wins.

- just wait...

Jun Jiangjiu frowned slightly with some headaches, concentrated on running his mind to suppress the restlessness of his internal energy, and had no intention of paying attention to An Xia's appearance at all.

He knew An Xia's thoughts very well, just as An Xia knew his thoughts very well.

If Mufeng was here...

He was slightly lost in thought, thinking about what would happen if Lin Mufeng was present.

...will definitely be angry.

He silently came to a conclusion in his mind, and after much deliberation, he finally gave up on this assumption.

Um?Why are you angry?He doesn't know about it.

Jun Jiangjiu opened his eyes suspiciously, staring at the flowers on the ground in a daze.

No... Mu Feng is in the capital, he might know...

... No, no, he is not in the capital, but... where is he?

His mind was extremely chaotic, he subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, and his breathing was faintly disturbed.

It was also thanks to An Xia's perception being weakened by Misty Flower, otherwise he would definitely be in a dilemma.

Of course, even if An Xia couldn't harm him now, the influence of the Lost Flower alone was enough to destroy him.

Taking a deep breath for the third time, Lin Mufeng finally couldn't hold back and crushed the cup in his hand.

Regardless of the blood that was flowing everywhere and the suspicious eyes of the guests beside him, he threw a few taels of silver on the table and walked upstairs quickly.

"Xiao Fengfeng, what are you doing!" Su Yishang followed the smell of blood to find him, opened his eyes wide and broke down, "You are causing me trouble again! If your family sees He can't stab me to death with a single sword!"

"He can't kill you with a single stab." Lin Mufeng said.He quickly pulled out the pieces of the porcelain cup stuck in his flesh without frowning.

"I don't think it's not that you can't die with a sword, but you can't live without a sword?" Su Yishang looked at him and snorted, "Look at you, you made yourself!"

Lin Mufeng hurriedly applied some medicine to the wound to stop the bleeding, and said, "I..." He pursed his lips, and said, "I want to find him."

Sure enough... still can't let go...

"Go to him? Didn't you say you couldn't go before?" Su Yishang scoffed.

"I'm really worried..." Lin Mufeng pursed his lips and frowned.He shook his head, leaned weakly against the door, and pulled the corners of his lips: "...No, no, let's not go..."

Su Yishang stared at him for a while, then suddenly hooked his lips, pulled him and walked out: "Go, why don't you go? If something really goes wrong with that kid, don't you regret it to death?"

Regardless of Lin Mufeng's surprised eyes, he raised his eyebrows and said, "With me here, what are you afraid of?"

"Pfft-"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing into flesh and blood suddenly resounded, with splashes of blood, which ruthlessly pierced the air in all directions, and scattered on the lost petals on the ground, adding a touch of strangeness.

Jun Jiangjiu half-kneeled on the ground, cold sweat slid down his forehead, gasping for breath, his face extremely pale.He firmly held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and pressed his forehead with the other, his red eyes were bewitching, and his brows were furrowed.

On the opposite side, An Xia staggered weakly, and could no longer hold the long sword in his hand, blood spilled from between the teeth that were bitten.

On his heart, the sword light of the blood-drinking sword passing through his body was extremely pale.

Jun Jiangjiu pulled out the sword with force, bringing out more spurts of blood and minced meat, and he himself took half a step back to stabilize his body, drinking the blood and falling to the ground with a "clang" One sound.

He no longer had the energy to take care of An Xia's situation, so he could only grit his teeth to resist the splitting headache in his head and the retrograde riot of internal force in his body.

Dizzy before his eyes, he struggled to stay away from the lost flower.But when he came in, he went deep into the hinterland, and now he couldn't tell the direction at all, and fell weakly after taking two steps.

He tried his best to move his arms, not to mention crawling, even raising his arms would be difficult.

Vaguely, he felt as if he heard someone calling his name. The voice was so familiar that he could recognize it instinctively.

Mufeng...

The internal force was almost uncontrollable, and the headache felt as if someone had violently stirred it with a sword, but when he wanted to think, his mind went blank.

"...Ajiu..."

Mu Feng...is that you?

"Ajiu!" Lin Mufeng's pupils contracted, and he appeared in front of him almost instantly, hugged him distressedly and stood up,

"Su Yishang, help me get the sword!"

Before the words fell, his figure had disappeared.

Su Yishang clicked his tongue, resigned himself to picking up the blood-drinking sword that fell on the ground, and couldn't help but marvel: "It's such a good sword! No wonder..." He glanced vaguely at the corpse beside him.

The corpse seemed to have been air-dried, with curled hands and feet, as if it could turn into ashes and float away in the wind if touched, and only the clothes on his body could prove that this person had just died.

"It's really cruel." He admired.

Be ruthless to the enemy, and even more ruthless to yourself.