After online dating with your nemesis

The cold wind was howling, and the wind and snow were blowing.

On the narrow mountain road, the caravan transported goods and walked with difficulty.Suddenly, he found dozens of corpses lying in the snow in front of him. The blood had not completely coagulated, and he obviously died not long ago.

Corpses blocked the way and the caravan had to stop.A young swordsman dressed in white stood by the cargo on horseback, waiting for others to clear the way, but suddenly let out a light gasp.

"There are still people alive."

This time, he was entrusted by someone to escort this batch of goods to Beijing, and he could not relax at all. He only let other people pull the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy out of the snow.

After the corpses were cleaned up, the caravan continued to walk, taking the comatose boy along with it.

When the caravan arrived at the inn in the city, the swordsman invited a doctor to treat the young man. The young man woke up within half a day and confessed his life experience gratefully.

It turned out that they went to the capital as a family to seek refuge with their relatives. Unfortunately, they encountered bandits on their way. They robbed them of their money and planned to kill them. Fortunately, he was knocked unconscious and lay motionless in the snow. His body was stained with the blood of his relatives. Thought he was dead, let him escape unharmed.

"Thank you hero for saving your life. I have nothing to repay you. I would like to serve you like a cow or a horse."

The swordsman agreed, but he didn't treat him as a slave, just let him follow him.

This place is one and a half months away from Beijing, and the snowy weather makes it difficult to travel, and the caravan travels more and more slowly.The rescued boy has been with the swordsman since that day, doing what he can for him.In his spare time, he would warm the wine for the swordsman while watching the swordsman practice the sword.

The relationship between the two became more and more intimate.

Thinking about his life experience, the swordsman couldn't help asking: "Do you want to avenge your relatives?"

"Think." In fact, it was not his relatives at all, he was just pretending to be a harmless person through the dead body.

"Then I will teach you swordsmanship."

After a month like this, the closer the caravan was to the capital, the more times they encountered attacks on the road, and every time the itinerary was changed temporarily, the other party would get entangled again soon.

The swordsman's swordsmanship is really superb, and the ordinary people are no opponents, and the caravan has no casualties.

The young man still followed the swordsman every day, warmed the wine for him, watched him dance the sword, and followed him to learn the sword. His clear eyes were full of reverence and admiration, but where the swordsman could not see, his brows were tightly frowned, and his sleeves were hidden. The dagger glowed with a cold light, and the light was facing the swordsman, but every time he wanted to stab, he couldn't do it.

In about half a month, the caravan will enter the capital, and it may not be easy to start at that time.He couldn't do anything, but he had to obey the organizational orders.

As long as the swordsman exists for a day, no one can get the treasure.This is a tribute and cannot be snatched openly. If it weren't for the swordsman guarding it, they would have succeeded long ago.

Finally, when the deadline came, they decided to shoot the swordsman in secret. The man who came was the sharpshooter in the organization, and his arrows never failed, just like the king of Hades.

What the young man has to do is to lure the swordsman out alone.

That night, he warmed the wine for the swordsman again, secretly poured the medicinal powder into the cup, and watched the handsome and gentle swordsman drink it up in one gulp.

The swordsman fell, and the boy caught it. This was the first time he was so close to him, so close that his heart ached a little.

Helping the swordsman to lie down on the couch, the young man stared for a long time before changing into the swordsman's usual clothes, holding the sword he never leaves his body, and coming out disguised.

The next day, the swordsman woke up startled.

I found that the sword was gone, and the wine on the stove had already cooled down.

With red eyes, he rode his horse quickly into the woods, only to see the sword lying alone on the ground, the blood stains had solidified.

The tribute arrived in Beijing smoothly, but the swordsman who had made a great contribution resigned his award, holding the beloved and heavy sword, and drifted away without a trace.

No one knew that he could no longer use swordsmanship.

Gao Linzhou rubbed his sore eyes, took a long breath, released the depression in his heart, and clicked on the comment.

[Da Da Da Da, you are no longer a cookie!Why are you so cruel! 】

[So the little assassin died instead of the swordsman? 】

[Does the swordsman know the true identity of the little assassin? 】

[Cry out loud, why did the little assassin die?I had hoped that the two of them would be happy! 】

[Big, you have changed, you used to be a cookie, but now you're actually torturing me! 】

It has to be said that sometimes the controversy caused by abuse of text will be even greater.Gao Linzhou had never read comics before, but this was the first time he read them, and he felt as if his heart was blocked by a stone. Since the comments said that all the drawings in the past were cookies, he might as well read a few more to heal.

In the past, there were a lot of comic stories on Weibo, and most of them were cute and cheerful. People couldn't help but grinned when they saw it. When Gao Linzhou found out, he had already bared eight teeth.

I have to say that reading comics can indeed make people happy physically and mentally. The level of this opposite is not bad. No wonder Xu Sheng likes him so much, even Yuan Zhe... Cough cough, Yuan Zhe doesn't like him!It's because I like comics!

Yuan Zhe didn't know how many people next door were uneasy because of the comics. His original intention of participating in the fan comic competition was not to win prizes, but because he wanted to draw a story of a swordsman and an assassin, so he started writing.

As for why he wanted to draw a tragedy, he thought of himself and Mu already on a boat, separated by the Internet, who would take emotional matters seriously, of course it is impossible to HE.

I flipped through the comments, and sure enough, the comment section was wailing.

[Slowly Blooming: Daddy, are you swollen?I was so abused in the middle of the night that I couldn't sleep, please comfort and caress! 】

Yuan Zhe replied with a smile: "Touch your head, be good, go to bed quickly, good night."

As soon as this reply came out, the comment area became even more yelling. Fans sought comfort and caress all over their heads. Yuan Zhe picked a few replies at random, then took a shower and went to bed.

Xu Sheng next door was still staring at the phone and laughing foolishly. Li Wenming glared at him and pushed him. Xu Sheng immediately stared back: "What are you doing?"

Li Wenming coughed, shook his sore wrist, and said, "You are so good at drawing, besides publishing the book, have you ever thought about selling film and television copyright?"

Xu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the gaze changed from blank to eager, "What do you mean?"

Li Wenming raised his chin slightly to look at him, and looked down, "Don't forget, I have an entertainment company under my name."

Suddenly he held his breath, and after a while, Xu Sheng finally relaxed, then took a deep breath, and asked, "Do you have this plan?"

Li Wenming snorted softly, "It depends on your performance."

Xu Sheng was about to squeeze out a flattering smile, but suddenly remembered something, and cut his lips: "Aren't you even unwilling to return to the Li family now? How can you afford the copyright? Da Da draws so well, there will always be Investors love it."

Li Wenming choked, "Of course those investors are not as good as me. I'm someone who has read the original work, so I won't edit it randomly."

Xu Sheng ignored him, burrowed into the quilt, and said sullenly: "I'm asleep, don't disturb me."

Li Wenming didn't bring it up in one breath, and almost couldn't help kicking Xu Sheng off the bed, but when he thought of the Li family, he became discouraged again.

After Yuan Zhe got up early and came back from exercise, he happened to meet Gao Linzhou and the others going out. Xu Sheng saw him, greeted him warmly, and did not forget to complain about the pain of being dominated by tragedy last night.

Yuan Zhe smiled, "There is nothing wrong with tragedies, the two are opposites after all."

Because he had to go to work, Xu Sheng couldn't tell him too much, so he waved away. Yuan Zhe thought of his black eyes, and said sorry in his heart. After returning home, he took a shower and had a meal, and then went to the classroom to attend class.

Today Han Yue was still sitting with him, before the teacher came to class, she whispered to him: "Do you know that Yang Yan was expelled?"

Yuan Zhe looked at her calmly, "Now I know."

Seeing him like this, Han Yue had no choice but to continue: "I heard that the Yang family has also gone bankrupt. Things are really changing."

Yuan Zhe smiled, where is the impermanence of the world?It was clearly due to human effort, he just pushed, and many people swarmed up and overthrew the Yang family, among them, the Lin family and the Qi family were indispensable.

"By the way, did you buy presents for Xie Jun's birthday?"

"not yet."

Han Yue immediately said happily: "That's just right, there is no class in the afternoon, how about we go pick out gifts together?"

Originally, Yuan Zhe really didn't know what to buy, but now that he is accompanied by a girl, the gifts will be easier to deal with, "Okay, I will contact you on WeChat when the time comes."

He made an appointment with Han Yue to meet at Huayi Plaza at two o'clock in the afternoon. Yuan Zhe took a nap at noon, washed up quickly after waking up, changed his clothes, and went to Huayi Plaza.

He arrived 5 minutes earlier than the agreed time, and before Han Yue came, he stood in the shade and waited.

A few children were running around him, playing with water guns, shooting "biubiu" non-stop. If Yuan Zhe hadn't hid quickly, he might have gotten wet all over his body. He didn't want to care about the children, so he stayed away some.

After 2 minutes, Han Yue walked over from the child's side. She was wearing a dress, low-heeled sandals, and a playful ponytail. She was extremely youthful and beautiful. When she saw Yuan Zhe, she smiled and waved, not paying attention to the surroundings. child.

"Ah—" A coolness came from her legs suddenly, and she couldn't help but let out a short cry.

Yuan Zhe hurriedly strode over, snatched the water gun from the child who was still making trouble, and frowned, "Apologize."

Han Yue took out a tissue from her bag and wiped it off, then looked at the child expressionlessly.

The child was not afraid at all, instead he clamored for Yuan Zhe to return the water gun to him. Seeing that Yuan Zhe was unmoved, he even planned to kick him.

Yuan Zhe couldn't help laughing, bent down and grabbed the child by the collar, and said gently, "Apologize to my sister."

The child was so frightened that he yelled and called his mother.

"What are you doing? Who told you to bully my child? Let him go!" A woman in her thirties rushed over angrily on high heels, and there were other gorgeously dressed women behind her.

"The young man looks good, but I never thought he would bully a child." One of the women said in a strange way.

Passers-by who don't know the situation around can't help but agree.

Han Yue was so angry that she frowned and said loudly, "Your kid wet my clothes with a water gun. What's wrong with asking him to apologize? Is there a problem? He kicked my friend without apologizing. Who the hell?" Bully who?"

"How old is he? How old are you? Are you still fussing with a child?" The child's mother hugged the crying child tightly, her tone quite aggressive.

"If a child does something wrong, he must be educated. It has nothing to do with age. If your parents don't educate you, then we, the victims, can only educate us." Yuan Zhe kept Han Yue behind him, and calmly aimed the water gun at the child.

The child's mother suddenly said angrily: "What do you want to do?"

"Play with him." He said with a smile, the muzzle of the gun moved back and forth in front of the child, as if looking for the most suitable attack point.

The child doesn't think it's a big deal to spray with other friends, but now seeing the moving muzzle, he can't help but get scared, and the big brother in front of him is laughing so scary!

The child's mother reached out to grab the water gun, but Yuan Zhe didn't hide, and returned it to her, but she didn't know why, as soon as she got the water gun, a stream of water shot out from the muzzle, straight to the face of one of her friends , it was the woman who yelled at Yuan Zhe just now.

"Ah—" the woman covered her face and yelled, "What are you doing?"

The child's mother was stunned for a moment, and quickly wiped it with a piece of paper, saying "I'm sorry" repeatedly.

Yuan Zhe smiled, and said to the bewildered child, "Did you see that? Your mother accidentally ejaculated on someone else and kept saying sorry, shouldn't you learn from your mother?"

The child was confused. His mother didn't ask him to apologize just now, but why is he apologizing to others now?

Onlookers nodded their heads one after another, and the child's mother was quite embarrassed when she heard the words.

The child looked at his mother, then at Han Yue and Yuan Zhe, lowered his head and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Han Yue wasn't too angry at first, but she still thought the situation was funny, so she took out a piece of chocolate from her bag, handed it to the child, and touched his head, "Good boy, this is a reward."

The child didn't pick it up, but just looked at his mother.

Han Yue stuffed it directly into the child's hand, and pulled Yuan Zhe away.

Those mothers were uncomfortable, until the child seriously asked: "Mom, do you want to say sorry?"

The woman sighed, "In the future, if I accidentally offend someone, I want to say I'm sorry, remember that."

"Oh."

The author has something to say:

Well, be a civilized good boy.