Ah Fei looked at Lin Xian'er who was lying weakly on the bed, her sweat-stained hair was slightly messy against her cheeks, and her chest rose and fell slightly between her shallow breathing.

His fingers were clenched tightly, and his nails were piercing the skin.

She is like a fairy concubine in his mind, Lin Xian'er has always created an image of holiness and undesecrated in front of him, because of this, although they coexist with each other as partners and lovers, but there has never been any husband and wife between them, just thinking about this kind of thing in his mind is a blasphemy against her.

Yet she became pregnant with someone else's child—after she promised that she had reformed and that she was all about his good.

Lin Xian'er looked at Ah Fei, her eyes full of pleading.

She had never looked at him with such eyes before, and Ah Fei looked back at her steadily.

"I suddenly realized how ridiculous I used to be, they were all lying to me, I only have you now, Xiaofei, you will accompany me, right?"

Ah Fei's Adam's apple moved, how much he wanted to just throw out a word of rejection so neatly, or ask her loudly why, can't the two of them be together?

However, he still couldn't say it, and he said calmly: "Yes." ”

Lin Xian'er showed a soft smile.

She was a little touched in the bottom of her heart. She felt that she really liked Ah Fei, she had met so many men, and the ones who were really good to her and didn't ask for anything were still the only ones Ah Fei in the end.

"Xiaofei, help me solve a person, after this, let's go into hiding, just be together, no one cares!"

Lin Xian'er can resent Li Xunhuan because she is not bewitched by her, but now that Shangguan Jinhong is so ruthless, and Qiao Heng ignores her to the end, how can she not be hateful.

She was afraid of Shangguan Jin Hong above everything, and she didn't dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction with him at all. But it's different for Qiao Heng, although he is the young leader of the Money Gang, she doesn't see how much Shangguan Jinhong loves him. It's better for Jing Wufu than for him!

Qiao Heng didn't know that Lin Xian'er hated herself inexplicably, maybe he had already figured out her temperament, and he had already guessed everything. But he knows that she, who can only rely on men, can't do anything.

Ah Fei paused and did not reply immediately.

Just when Lin Xian'er was a little nervous, she heard him ask, "Who to kill?"

Lin Xian'er said: "The young gang leader of the Money Gang, Shangguan Fei!"

Ah Fei looked at Lin Xian'er with a strange look.

Ah Fei asked, "Why?"

Lin Xian'er: "He deserves to die!" He not only bullied me, but with him, the two of us will never be at peace, he can't just let us go, killing him is good for you and me." Dumbo, you're going to get revenge on me, aren't you?"

The young swordsman asked seriously, "What if I say 'no'?"

Before Lin Xian'er could say anything, Ah Fei continued: "I won't help you kill people anymore. ”

Lin Xian'er was stunned, "...... What?"

Ah Fei repeated his words: "I won't help you kill people anymore." ”

This time, Lin Xian'er asked why.

When Ah Fei said those two sentences at the beginning, he was actually just a temptation, but when he really said it, he continued without doing anything: "When you asked me to kill Zhang Dashan and Shen Laosan, you also let me kill the reborn Daqing as the god of war in the name of good for me. In fact, they are only blocking your way, hindering your plans, whether they should kill or not is secondary. Now that I don't want to kill for you, is it also hindering you, and I should also die?"

His heart was actually uneasy, the swordsman's hand was supposed to be calm, but his hand was trembling, but no one noticed. He asked, "Did you let me kill because you wanted to be with me, or did I decide to ......kill because I could help you kill?"

The words stopped suddenly.

Because Lin Xian'er spit on his face, and because after seeing Lin Xian'er's eyes clearly, he knew that he didn't have to ask anymore.

When Lin Xian'er just found out that she had unconsciously fallen in love with this swordsman who was silently waiting and guarding her no matter what happened, she found that the other party suspected her love, and he did not say anything wrong. This invisible slap was far more difficult for her to accept than being ignored by Li Xunhuan for her charm.

If it was usual, she would pretend to be angry and sad and say, "How can you doubt my intentions", but at this time, she couldn't say a word.

She almost gritted her teeth and creaked.

Ah Fei looked at her silently, and did not reach out to wipe the spit off his face, and the whole person seemed to be stunned. But his hand, which was still trembling before, has stabilized at this time.

After a while, he turned and walked out of the house.

Lin Xian'er seemed to wake up from a dream at this time, and hurriedly called his name.

In order to cooperate with Shangguan Jinhong, she handed over all the connections she had managed in the past to him, and now, she has offended the Money Gang, and she has nothing to rely on except Ah Fei.

"Xiaofei, listen to me!" Lin Xian'er knew that he loved him, and as long as she needed it, he would come to him like a dog.

It's just that Ah Fei didn't seem to hear her delicate call at all, and walked out of the room without stopping.

Her face changed completely, and she was miserable white.

Li Xunhuan guarded her, Shangguan Jinhong used her, Shangguan Fei forgot her, and Ah Fei, who was the most loyal and trusted to her, abandoned her. The wealth and connections she had accumulated by relying on men in the past were also taken over by the Money Gang.

She lost, and she lost completely.

Lin Xian'er's lips were bitten a little by herself, and there was a little haggard beauty in her face, she lay on the bed for a long time, not moving, as if she had lost her soul.

At some point, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking the excess sunlight.

There was no sound when someone walked, and if it weren't for this sudden shadow, she wouldn't have noticed that someone had walked into the room at this time.

Lin Xian'er looked at the visitor vigilantly.

The first thing she noticed was the three scars on the man's face, he was tall and his back was straight, it was the standing position of a swordsman, his fingers were thin and powerful, which were also the hands of a swordsman.

The color of his eyes was a rare dead gray, dull, suffocating, beast-like. There was no emotion in these eyes, not the kind of calm expression that made people unable to distinguish emotion, but a look that really looked at everything in the world like a dead thing, as if his world had withered before it was born, a pair of eyes that had witnessed the death of countless lives.

Jing Wuming looked at Lin Xian'er, he didn't care about this woman who used to be blind to his skin, why was she lying on the bed with a sick face now, he just asked, "Shangguan Fei is still alive?"

......

The philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche once said, "A man who knows what he lives for can endure a warm road to the end of life." ”

Honestly, this answer is not easy to find.

People in the world have been camping all their lives, and what they seek is generally within the scope of the words "fame and fortune" and "love and hatred".

It can be said that it is still the same sentence, and these things have no meaning to Qiao Heng.

Others work hard to live in pursuit of all these beautiful things, but only by living hard can he be qualified to have all this. Otherwise, it is the glory of the scenery, but it is just a mirror, and he will be reincarnated again in an instant, and everything he got before has become a dream bubble, and when he struggles to the top of the world again, he will not wait for long to enjoy, the hand of fate will gently push, and he will reincarnate again.

In terms of deep thinking, he is actually not inferior to Chen Youliang, Shangguan Jinhong and others. He couldn't figure out what he was living for, and how could others see what he was really thinking?

He is too good at disguise, so disguised that sometimes even he believes in the truth, believes that he is a character like green pines and white snow, believes that he has a heart for idle clouds and wild cranes, and has been chic and free all his life.

Just like now.

Surrounded by a field of fiery red leaves, the branches are stacked and crowded together.

There was a piano in front of him.

The sound of the piano is melodious and melodious, and the rhyme is insignificant. The sound of the piano is as pure as washing, containing the nobility that does not see the dust and filth, mixed with the unique Gaoche after passing through thousands of sails and rivers and going through the vicissitudes of the sea and Wushan, which is a kind of arrogance that no hardship in the world can humiliate.

As the sound of the piano slowly flows, the heavens and the earth seem to be clear, and the bright red leaves become dull under the background of the piano sound.

He hadn't played the piano for a long time, and the last time he stroked the strings was in the world of "The Legend of Chu Liuxiang", when he stroked the piano for Chu Liuxiang. However, once learned, some things are engraved into the bones and souls, and cannot be erased, and they cannot be forgotten.

Chu Liuxiang once said to Qiao Heng that he hadn't heard such a piano sound for a long time after Wuhua passed away.

The seven wonderful monks who play the piano, play chess, compose poems, paint, and even cook vegetables are recognized as the best in the world by the rivers and lakes, and his piano skills are indeed peerless.

However, at that time, Qiao Heng heard the sound of his piano from Chu Liuxiang and got exactly the same evaluation as Yuan Suiyun in the original book, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Wuhua is spotless all over his body, looking at him like clouds hanging down from the nine heavens, and he is merciful and dusty, but his true face is murderous and awe-inspiring, and he is filthy.

At that time, Qiao Heng couldn't contain a laugh after returning to the room alone.

Pluck the strings lightly, and the sound of the piano flows through the red leaves.

The wind blew, and the red leaves fell like rain, covering the strings and falling on Qiao Heng's shoulder. The red leaves and the golden clothes were intertwined, like flames burning from the corners of his cuffs and robes, and his body, his soul, and his will seemed to be burned with this song, which was particularly thrilling.

His struggles, his pain, were not visible, and then they were all reduced to ashes in the flames.

At the end of the song, his hand brushed over the center of the piano, and the strings, which had been trembling lightly, suddenly stopped.

He sat alone in the forest for a while.

After a long time, there was a faint rustle of feet stepping on the leaves in the distance, and the sound gradually became clear.

Jing Wuming came over step by step, he didn't hide his existence, because he didn't care if he would be discovered or not. There seemed to be a few imperceptible bloodshots in his eyes, as if he hadn't rested seriously for a long time.