Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

The sky began to rain, thin and cool.

It landed on Jian Shou's white jade cheeks, which were wet and slippery.

Wu Sumei bent over in pain, her fingers that were too thin and haggard were clasped tightly together.

The half blade in his hand emitted a cold and gloomy light.

Jian Shou stretched out his fingers and brushed away a strand of black hair sticking to the corner of his eyes.

As if feeling something inexplicable, he slightly turned his head to look at Sinian.

A pair of eyes in the darkness revealed a faint light.

He clearly saw him take out a porcelain bottle, and then smear the blood inside on the center of his eyebrows.

In the close distance, Si Nian, who had his eyes closed, did not see the emotion in Jian Shou's eyes at that moment.

He still opened his white and astringent lips, but it was too late to utter a word.

It was just a moment of opening his eyes, and Si Nian's pupils suddenly dilated.

He saw the violent Wu Sumei stabbing half of the blade into Jian Shou's chest!

The blood-stained blade was pulled out again, and the blood spurted out, staining half of Wu Su Mei's face red.

She revealed a blood red, revealing a very strange smile.

"Um...ah!"

Unlike the cry of the dead maid, Jian Shou's voice was not sharp, but deep.

It was as if he finally couldn't help venting out the pain that had been suppressed for a long time, but he still carried a heavy shackle.

He was burdened with too many things, and there was no way out.

He tightly covered his eyes with his hands, and his body, which was exhausted as the blood drained, leaned back.

Suddenly the world spun, Jian Shou finally fell on the cold ground, and no one caught him.

A mournful sigh escaped from his throat, and more and more raindrops hit his face.

Every breath will affect the wound, but Jian Shou feels that the hole in his chest, other than the air leakage...

Far less painful than the one on the eyes, it's crushing.

After witnessing all the years, it was finally when Wu Sumei was about to take a stab at Jian Shou.

Withdrawing himself from the black vortex, the two seven-star swords knocked her to the ground, and there were two big gaps on her arms.

Si Nian could no longer care about the so-called culprit, he knelt beside Jian Shou.

His fingers trembled inaudibly, and when he touched Jian Shou's chest, he felt warm and wet.

The uncontrollable expression became panic, he was afraid, afraid that this person would die just like that.

Such worries and fears came suddenly and without basis.

Si Nian has never been a kind person, and the accusation he just made against this person is actually not valid.

Because no one can be more cold-blooded and ruthless than him.

But now, seeing him hurt, Si Nian felt that his heart was about to stop beating.

Jian Shou is still crying, there is no way, as long as his eyes hurt, he will not stop crying.

So Si Nian saw the remaining tears seeping from his fingers.

He thought he was crying because of the pain in his chest, as if he wanted to comfort him but couldn't say anything.

Si Nian feels strange to himself like this, and at the same time, he is at a loss for such feelings.

Blood was still flowing out in streams, Si Nian gritted his teeth and hugged Jian Shou horizontally.

He glanced back at Wu Sumei, who was laughing wildly, with a kind of viciousness in his eyes.

Anger is a kind of adjustment, which can be used to cover up the emotions in the heart.

"Wu Sumei, you'd better pray that you are possessed by an evil spirit, or I won't let you go!"

He can't beat her, but there are a lot of crooked ways, enough to make her life worse than death.

A Taoist, an upright sect, is nothing more than an irritated market villain when he plays tricks.

At this time, he had already forgotten that he had opened his eyes, and he did not see any evil spirits on Wu Sumei's body.

He just ran out in a hurry, wanting to take Jian Shou out to find a doctor.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the place where Wu Susu was sitting before, but there was no one there.

He only thought that Wu Susu had already run away by herself because of fear.

Jian Shou leaned in his arms, listening to his beating heartbeat.

His voice came from the icy wind and rain, "You, surnamed Di, talk to me,"

At this moment Jian Shou is weak, but the person he wants to rely on is not him.

The world is unpredictable, people's hearts are unpredictable, Jian Shou thinks that he should hate Si Nian.

He hated him for abandoning himself ten years ago and attracting guards to put him to death.

I hate him for using his gouged out eyes to make a magic weapon to open the eyes of the sky ten years later, making his life worse than death.

Such deep hatred should never end, but Jian Shou just felt powerless.

Because the irony is that only he, Jian Shou, remembers the enmity between the two.

He was the only one who was tortured again and again.

What does this count as?Not that he was unlucky.

Jian Shou broke free from Si Nian's "shackles" suddenly, and fell down on the muddy grass.

Si Nian was not paying attention, and he pushed him away several steps.

Jian Shou who took his hands away from his face, his eyes were flushed with hatred that Si Nian couldn't understand.

His voice was hoarse, but he restrained his hysteria, and even his breathing seemed weak.

He said, "Get out of here."

Si Nian stared blankly, the hatred in Jian Shou's eyes hurt him.

Grievance, doubt, sullenness...all the complicated emotions came out.

But in the end, all that was left was worry and anxiety.

He walked towards Jian Shou, as if he wanted to hug him up: "If you are overwhelmed with anger, go back and heal it, and then I will deal with it with you!"

But he obviously didn't know why Jian Shou was angry with him.

What he said was just perfunctory, hoping to take him back first.

Jian Shou was in a daze for a moment, he really couldn't get angry.

But it's like a snake being pinched seven inches, no matter how painful or unwilling it is, there is no other way.

Worse than being in a desperate situation is being full of despair.

When Si Nian was about to touch him, Jian Shou smiled bitterly: "Look into my eyes."

No matter how weak the words are, it is also full of attraction to Si Nian.

So with just one glance, he was completely bewitched.

When he completely fell into his eyes, Si Nian seemed to have his soul taken out.

He fell to the ground with a bang, watching Jian Shou leave alone.

Closing his eyes again exhausted, he thought, he was finished.

As expected, love is the most dangerous thing.

…………

The cold moon like a hook is hidden in the dark clouds.

The dried blood still had a faint fishy smell, and the white shadow disappeared in a flash.

In the quiet night sky, the hiss of a fox seemed even more sad.

The sudden rain pattered the mountain road, and the mud in the gravel quickly polluted the corners of the clothes.

The man in Tsing Yi staggered all the way, and finally stopped under a peach blossom tree.

The petals that were brought down by the wind and rain were scattered and helpless, and finally buried in the mud.

Birth is brilliant, but death is mean, Jian Shou is different from them.

He was also humble when he was born, and his pair of different pupils made him suffer all kinds of insults.

But when his eyes really left him, he learned to hate because of it.

Whether it's cowardice or kindness, nothing buys people's hearts more than resentment.

Back then, he was willing to follow the Ghost King because he wanted a chance to seek revenge.

He just didn't think about it, no matter how many excuses he had made for Si Nian.

In the end, they still became enemies, and he still hated him.

Jian Shou clutched his chest tightly, feeling that he was about to die of grief.

In fact, such a wound was not fatal to him, and the half of the blade did not hit the vital point.

He just didn't save himself in time, and the time dragged on for a long time, so he lost too much blood, making him weak.

Nothing is as terrifying as the moment when the eyes hurt.

The fox came from a distance, its fur was drooped by the rain, and it lost its original elegance.

Jian Shou was leaning against the tree roots, his legs were bent, his hair was disheveled and his chin was lowered.

Jian Shou looked at him, and slowly curled the corners of his mouth: "Look, we have all become drowned chickens."

The only thing that Jian Shou can feel relieved is that there are still people who are in trouble with him.

He laughed again, but the ghost king didn't like him laughing like this, with astringent bitterness.

The fox groaned, jumped on his heels, and jumped into Jian Shou's arms.

The wound on the chest no longer oozes blood, but the red half of the clothes is very shocking.

His face was also extremely ugly, pale enough to be transparent, and there was a melancholy in his brows.

The fox in his arms suddenly stopped moving, and a cloud of white mist rose from the body.

The ghost king transformed into a translucent form, and embraced Jian Shou into his arms.

Of course he knows what Jian Shou needs most at this moment, the two of them are one.

Jian Shou curled himself into his cold embrace, taking a sense of security.

From that hug ten years ago, it was like catching driftwood in the water, and staying by his side gave him a chance to breathe.

"That kid, is there something wrong?"

The ghost king touched his face, stroking the tear-stained corners of his eyes with his thumb.

"Don't worry, he can't hurt you."

Jian Shou rubbed his face, and at the same time hugged the fox that the Ghost King used as a shelter.

He thought, okay, okay, he still has him.

After regaining his senses, Jian Shou whispered in his ear,

"Please, never betray me."

He can expose his softest and most vicious self in front of him.

He can dissect himself in front of him, he really only has him.

The ghost king kissed his forehead, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, hiding his emotions.

Just replied softly: "Well, never."

…………

When Si Nian woke up, the sky was already bright, and the sun shone through the curtain of the bed.

Last night's rain washed away the dust, so the weather this morning is very good.

He opened his eyes and looked at the pattern on the pillow, recalling what happened last night scene by scene.

I kept thinking back to the hatred that the man had when he looked at him after being stabbed.

I keep thinking about how I fainted because of one of his eyes.

Then, where did he go?

Si Nian turned over and ran out barefoot, the maid waiting outside the door exclaimed.

At this time, he was only wearing a loose undershirt, and the muscles on his waist and abdomen could be seen at a glance.

Si Nian frowned, tied his clothes together indiscriminately, and asked hastily, "Where's the surname... Mr. Di?"

"Where is he? Is there anything wrong!?"

The guard ran over from a distance, bowed deeply to Si Nian, and then explained.

"When we heard screams from Nanyuan last night, we sent people to rush there."

"It turned out to be a little later, the maid was already dead, and Mr. Ling also fainted to the ground."

"However, Mr. Ling, don't worry, we immediately invited a doctor after we brought you back, and the open wound on your back has been bandaged again."

Si Nian clenched his fists and rattled, his voice was deep and angry: "I'm not asking me! Where is Mr. Di!?"

The guard's Adam's apple rolled: "That... Mr. Di disappeared."