Prince, who shall we kill today?

Rong Xuechuan rode a fast horse and galloped in the direction of the imperial capital. As soon as he left Chunze, someone blocked him on the narrow road.

The man covered his face with a black scarf, and held a strange weapon in his hand, like a curved sickle, and a long chain was wrapped around his hand.

"Red Moon Scythe." Rong Xuechuan roughly guessed his identity after glancing at his weapon, "Are you Yueling? Or Yueling's subordinate?"

The other party is silent.

Rong Xuechuan had never seen Yueling, and he couldn't judge whether it was him by his figure.

It doesn't matter if it's him or not.

Importantly, he was really in a hurry.

So he said: "If you want revenge, come here."

Then he drew his long sword.

The man in black also loosened the chain on his hand, clenched the Blood Moon Sickle tightly, and then separated his feet, with one foot forward, leaning forward slightly, assuming an attacking posture.

Faced with the imminent threat, Rong Xuechuan did not dismount.He just held the rein in one hand and the long sword in the other, and gave him a sword when the opponent attacked.

The setting sun has not yet set, and they are still watching them from the top of the mountain, both of them are dyed with bright slanting light.Hoarfrost had condensed on Rong Xuechuan's sword, and from the angle of the man in black, he could see that his sword was covered with cold air. Although there was still a distance between them, the man in black felt a little cold.

The sun was still shining on him, so he should feel hot.

His throat rolled and he swallowed.

Rong Xuechuan obviously didn't move, but it seemed as if he had pinched his heart with icy hands, which made him tremble endlessly.

Fear filled his whole body, and he seemed unable to move.

He remembered that many, many years ago, when his father was killed by this man in front of him, he was so stiff and unable to move at all.

Then the man walked towards him with a sword in his hand.

He wanted to escape, but was picked up by him and thrown into the grass.

The man's entourage was a little puzzled and asked, "Aren't you going to kill him?"

Rong Xuechuan glanced at him, and said in a low voice: "He's still so young, he probably hasn't done anything evil yet."

Then they left.

Yes.

It was this man who let him go.

And he didn't catch up. It took a long time after they left, until he was lying in the grass and was bitten all over by insects, and until his uncle came over and called his name loudly, he finally recovered.

The uncle hugged him and said with red eyes, "A Ling...it's great that you're fine!!"

He didn't feel good at all.

He would rather that Rong Xuechuan did not let him go, he would rather die by his sword on the spot, so that he would not have to carry hatred with fear and avoid for so many years.

And now he has to block his way, trying to seek revenge from him.

Otherwise, how could he be worthy of his father who died in front of him, and how could he be sorry for his uncle who had placed high hopes on him?

"If you don't do it," Rong Xuechuan pulled the rein, urged the horse forward, stared at the other side, and said, "Please get out of the way."

After hearing his words, the man in black realized that he had hesitated for too long.

Yes.

It's time for him to do it.

He should have done it long ago.

He needn't have been in his way.

He should have groped into his room when he was still lying on the hospital bed in the quack hospital, and slapped him down.

— beat him to death.

Then leave quietly.

But he didn't do that.

He pretended not to know the news that Rong Xuechuan was seriously injured and lay down.

No, he still knew.

And he is also ready for revenge.It's just that he needs to prepare, he needs to prepare, he prepares day after day... Finally, when he was ready, Rong Xuechuan woke up, Rong Xuechuan got out of bed, he seemed to have taken some panacea, and soon Can talk and laugh with people.Yue Ling watched him from a distance among the patients, not knowing how much he had recovered, nor how sure he was.

So he needs a long-term plan, he needs to continue to brew, and he needs to change his revenge strategy.

He sat in his yard thinking and thinking, day after day passed.

He felt that no matter how much he thought about it, it would be futile, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he would become, so he decided to think about nothing and go directly to revenge.

However, as soon as he walked to the door, he felt that if there was no strategy for such an important matter, it would go wrong if he rushed directly to kill people.

So he backed away again.

Up to now, he has spent a lot of courage in walking in front of Rong Xuechuan.

Yes, he can ask Shang Mu to help him, even if Shang Mu is not willing to help him, he can also bring Ge Tian who is absolutely loyal to him, Ge Tian will definitely help him.But he didn't call anyone when he left.

How can you ask others to help you with revenge?

In this matter, the only person he can ask for help, the only person who can help him, and who is qualified to help him, is his younger brother.

And his younger brother, hiding in the peaceful dream of the years, was not willing to lend a helping hand to him at all, and asked him to give up time and time again.

How can he give up?

How could he...

"Da da"--

Rong Xuechuan's horse galloped past him.

Yueling dodged subconsciously, and heard the other party throw a sentence to him from the horseback.

"When you are ready, come to revenge, I am always waiting."

Yueling couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Even miss this person a little good.

The horse flew away, and the man's robe was blown up by the wind, looking at him from a distance, he looked like an eagle with fluttering wings.

After he flew away, Yue Ling finally recovered.

He looked at the road, looked at the road, and then walked back in a trance in the twilight.

An hour later, he returned to the yard he bought.

Ge Tian was sitting on the threshold, when he saw him coming, he immediately got up and walked over, calling him: "Master." Then he handed him the two steamed buns he was holding in his hand, and said to him, "Eat."

Yue Ling froze for a moment, then took the steamed bun and took a bite.

He chewed carefully, with a dazed expression, as if he had lost his soul and was frightened.

Although Ge Tian was dumbfounded, he also noticed his abnormality, so he turned his shoulders and looked into his eyes.As if trying to see his heart from his eyes.

But he couldn't understand it, he couldn't figure it out, he just wiped away the tears with his fingers when he saw the tears rolling down from Yueling's eyes.

His fingertips were warm, and his movements were not gentle, but when they touched Yueling's face, it seemed to touch his heartstrings, making him relax and completely collapsed.

He couldn't taste the taste, so he gave up chewing.

He opened his mouth and couldn't help a whimper.Then he threw away the steamed bun and buried his ugly, crying face in Ge Tian's arms, trying to deceive others.

Ge Tian had never seen his leader like this, and was a little at a loss for a while.But he remembered that when the deer was crying, monk Shang Mu would hug him, pat his back and touch his head lightly, so he immediately followed suit.He put his arm around Yueling's shoulder, and with the other hand, he patted his back lightly, and then lightly touched his head.

Yueling raised his tear-stained face and glanced at him, as if marveling at whom he learned this ability to comfort people.

And Ge Tian just continued to touch his head, like coaxing a child.

Yueling also lowered his head and continued to release his emotions.

He is the leader, and he shouldn't be like this, but... let's indulge this time.

Anyway, Ge Tian is so stupid, he won't tell others.

As long as you don't mention it or don't want to, it's like it didn't happen.

Ge Tian didn't know why he was so sad all of a sudden, he thought of Yueling's long-cherished wish with his only mind, so he said to him: "I will help you avenge."

"Don't!" Yueling was startled, raised his head immediately, grabbed his arm and stared at his eyes seriously, "Don't help me avenge him, he is very strong, you will die."

Ge Tian shook his head: "Not afraid."

"Don't go!" Yueling coaxed his eyes and said anxiously, "You are not allowed to go anywhere, do you hear? He is not something you can handle! You must never go, you must listen to me, remember?"

Ge Tian looked at him and didn't respond for the first time.

His hand stroked the soft skin under his eyes, and he said, "Don't cry."

Yueling sniffed: "I won't cry. Don't run around, just stay here and help me watch the house, remember? I have other things to tell you to do."

Ge Tian finally nodded: "Okay."

Yueling breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly smiled again.

What am I doing, he thought.

Originally, he hoped that the other party would help him avenge him, but now he dare not let him die.

When did he become such a soft-hearted person?

No, it's not soft-heartedness, it's timidity.