Yuquan is not his brother to Yan Juejue, but he is very similar to his brother. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is completely different from Yan Shaojia.

Yan Shaojia sees her at most twice a year, and she doesn't have any particularly deep feelings.

And Yuquan and the others have been getting along almost every day since she entered Fangjiazhuang two years ago.

Yuquan is a sincere and loyal person, dedicated to Fangjiazhuang, and treats Yan Juejue very well.

At this moment, seeing Yuquan die in front of her with her own eyes, Yan Juejue could hardly accept it.

Don't look at her eccentric, it seems that she is not afraid of heaven and earth, but it is the first time she has seen the people around her die in front of her eyes.

The death of the Sikong brothers before had already brought her a little fear of death.

Yuquan's death hit her heart even more.

She became more and more grief-stricken, and while the little brother Wang was unprepared, she actually reached out and snatched the sword in his hand, and stabbed straight at Tu Jia who was lying on the ground.

"Makeup, no!"

Little Brother Wang's movements were faster than his voice, and he had already snatched the sword first, but Tu Jia's chest was still marked with blood.

"Makeup, don't be impulsive."

Brother Wang has no brothers or friends, and he also sincerely appreciates and admires Yuquan.

But at this time, it is impossible to kill the armor.

Tu Yi deliberately deceived him, causing him to kill by mistake.

If Tu Jia is dead, how can he prove the existence of a black gimmick hole!

How to prove Fangjiazhuang's innocence to the world.

Although he was not a disciple of Fangjiazhuang, he was also grateful to them for their kindness, and he wanted to do something for them.

"Why! It was he who killed Brother Yuquan, why can't he kill it! Yan Juejue looked at Little Brother Wang, her eyes were red, and tears were rippling.

Junior Brother Wang dropped his sword, stepped forward and took Yan Juejue in his arms, stroked her head and said, "Makeup, I know you're sad." But we still have to use him to clear Fangjiazhuang's suspicions. ”

Yan Juejue was sad, where would she pay attention to what Little Brother Wang said.

Doctor Yao wiped the blood stains on Yuquan's body, and looked at Yan Juejue, who was crying bitterly while holding Brother Wang, and couldn't help but sigh.

On the other side, Kongzhu was already kneeling in Uncle Fang's room.

"If you have finished speaking, I will send someone to lock you in the compartment, and tomorrow you will be sent by the owner of the village in Luoyang." Uncle Fang said as he played with the empty bamboo sword.

Kongzhu lowered his head, a little depressed.

Suddenly, he looked up and said, "Can you let me see Yuquan again?" ”

Uncle Fang pondered for a while and said, "I'll take you to have a look." ”

Kong Zhu stood up and looked at Uncle Fang gratefully, and thanked him again and again.

"I was very optimistic about you, you ...... Let's go. Uncle Fang patted Kongzhu's shoulder and said.

As soon as Uncle Fang stepped out of the door, he saw Hu Hu coming in a hurry.

"Uncle Fang, Tu Yi died on the deck and was wiped on his neck." Hu Hu clenched his fists and bowed his head and said.

"I already know about this, have you dealt with it?" Uncle Fang asked.

Hu Hu nodded and said, "The deck has been cleaned, and Tu Yi's body and Brother Sikong are put together." It's just that...... No nail painting is seen. ”

"Tu Jia, gone?" Uncle Fang frowned.

Kongzhu stepped forward and replied, "Maybe the younger brother was sent directly to Doctor Yao for treatment." ”

Uncle Fang felt reasonable, the younger brother has always done things safely, and he would not let the people in the black gimmicks escape.

"What about Huang Tao?"

"I'm appeasing my brothers." Hu Hu said.

Uncle Fang smiled with satisfaction, and took the two of them downstairs together.

Before the three of them entered the door, they heard Yan Juejue's sobbing voice, and their hearts were stunned, as if they had guessed something.

Kongzhu clenched his hands tightly, his breath suddenly held his breath, and he was the first to rush in.

After entering, he walked lightly to Yuquan's side and slowly knelt down in front of the couch.

"Yuquan, I'm sorry for you, and you treat me as a brother in vain." Kongzhu lifted the white cloth, looked at Yuquan's tightly closed eyes, held his hand and said.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

Kongzhu didn't endure it and let the tears fall.

"Fish Spring!"

Hu Hu was already sluggish, but when he entered the house, he saw Kongzhu kneeling in front of the couch, so he realized what was happening and knelt in front of the Yuquan couch.

Uncle Fang walked into the house, looked at everything in front of him, sighed, and walked to Junior Brother Wang and Yan Juejue.

Younger brother Wang comforted Yan Juejue, and Yan Juejue fell asleep with him in her arms when she was tired of crying.

"What's going on?" Uncle Fang pointed to Tu Jia, who was lying on the ground and seemed to be dying.

Brother Wang briefly explained what happened, and planned to take Yan Juejue back to the room.

"Thank you for your hard work, and the real murderer and traitor have been found. Yuquan, I will definitely bury him when I go back to Luoyang. Uncle Fang patted Little Brother Wang's shoulder and said with some sadness.

Yuquan has no relatives, and after coming to Fangjiazhuang at the age of fifteen to learn art, he has always regarded Fangjiazhuang as his home, and has paid a lot for the dart game.

Junior Brother Wang nodded, picked up the saber that had been dropped before, picked up Yan Juejue in his arms, and left.

This day is not destined to be peaceful.

After that, Kongzhu was detained in a cubicle, where Hu Hu personally guarded him.

After the armor of the broken arm was bandaged by Dr. Yao, it was thrown into the warehouse to be guarded by Huang Tao.

After the murderer was caught, the people on board gradually recovered their calm from the panic.

Human life is always a little less valuable, but three deaths on a ship in one day are still a bit appalling.

The night was deep, and with the continuous drizzle falling, Yan Juejue woke up slowly, feeling a little headache, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Wang Xiaodi who was leaning on the edge of the collapse and falling asleep.

What happened today is as if it were days ago.

So many people died.

Little Brother Wang had already woken up when Yan Juejue opened his eyes, but his thoughts were too chaotic and he was reluctant to open his eyes for a while.

"Little brother, I know you're awake." Yan Juejue looked at his eyelashes and blinked, and said.

After crying for too long and sleeping for so long, Yan Juejue's voice has become dry and hoarse.

Brother Wang opened his eyes and cried and laughed, got up and poured her a glass of water.

Yan Juejue sat up and took a few sips of Little Brother Wang's hand, which was better.

"Are you feeling better?" Little Brother Wang asked, and when he saw Yan Juejue nodding, he went to the dining table to get a tray, "Let's eat something." ”

Yan Juejue picked up a piece of steamed cake, took a few bites, and asked, "The empty bamboo is ...... now?"

"It should be locked up in the warehouse." Little Brother Wang bit the steamed cake with some carelessness.

At this moment, there was a sudden shouting outside.

"The warehouse is on fire!"

"Hurry up to the deck!"

Yan Juejue looked at Little Brother Wang in shock.

"I'm afraid that someone is going to take advantage of the chaos to escape! I'll take you to the deck first. Junior Brother Wang picked up Yan Juejue, strung up the two burdens with his sword and the knife he bought for Fang Shixiong, and hurried to the deck.

After arriving at the deck, Junior Brother Wang put down Yan Juejue and rushed back.

Yan Juejue had no choice but to wait anxiously outside carrying things.