The murmuring songs floating in the air are like broken thoughts in the deep sea, and like the cold hardness in the yellow sand and dry bones. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "You are really, very tolerant." ”

The night breeze was slow, and Nanxing unconsciously felt a little bit of gnashing of teeth in his voice.

But what is that?

Yexi let go of Nanxing's imprisoned hand, and Nanxing was about to take back his hand, but Yexi took the first step, and he opened her palm.

The smell of rust is not faint now, but strong. He wasn't hurt, so the smell of rust on his hands just now could only be-

It's full of blood, and it comes into view.

The cold aura around Yexi became even stronger, and Nanxing was a little furious by this atmosphere. I couldn't help but want to withdraw my hand, but I couldn't do anything.

Nanxing snorted, "Yexi! ”

"It doesn't hurt? Why don't you trust me and rely on me? ”

"Yexi?"

"I'll give you an account of your mother's business, but I need time. Nanxing, can you give me time? ”

"Yexi ......"

"Can you choose to trust me once?"

Nanxing looked into his eyes and was silent for a long time, but in the end he still didn't answer. The light in Yexi's eyes also dimmed with the silence of Nanxing, the wind broke the line, the stars wept, and we were no longer carefree teenagers.

That's human life, that's the most important person in Nanxing's life, the corners of Yexi's mouth suddenly arced.

It's a wry smile.

Such desolation and helplessness. The eternal chanting in the seclusion of the years is cold and frightening.

A smile is captivating, a smile is captivating, a smile is captivating.

A smile blooms with flowers, but it is scattered in an instant.

Such an expression would appear on this person who competed with the sun and the moon, and Nanxing was a little stunned.

It was also at this interval that Yexi got down from the tree with Nanxing in his arms. The skill of the technique made Nanxing deeply doubt whether he often climbed trees and was a master among the masters.

Oops, I knew I shouldn't have been in a daze just now. You should take a good look at the majestic posture of the young master of the night climbing the tree!

If you miss it now, it is estimated that you will have to wait another 10,000 years to see if it is possible.

Yexi threw Nanxing directly into the carriage, his movements were a little rude, and some - trembling.

He took out the spare emergency medicine kit and cleaned up Nanxing's wound delicately and gently.

The blood was wiped away by a cotton pad, and the wound was revealed. Such a messy wound, Yexi had never seen it, and she pondered a little in her heart. Pulled out Nanxing's other hand, and sure enough, it was all bloodstained.

"What are you doing with this? Hurt yourself like this. ”

Nanxing said playfully, "A bunch of very cute little grass spirits. "Have you ever heard her whisper, heard her singing, heard her curse?

Yexi ......

Bowing her head and fiddling with the wound, Nanxing followed him, the feeling of being taken care of like this was very warm, and she couldn't help but want to absorb more.

Is it instinctive?

Move closer to a warm place.

But ah, this man is a man who is far away in the world. Their worlds have long since separated. The single-plank bridge and Yangguan Road, she should continue to walk her single-plank bridge, and she shouldn't be distracted, because as long as she is careless, she takes a wrong step and takes a crooked step, and what awaits her will be an abyss.

Nanxing looked at Ye Xi's sharp face, maybe he could be a domineering president? It seems to be quite good, the Ye family has a big business, and he is the heir. This identity is dragged like two hundred and five, and there is such a face that brings disaster to the country and the people.

No, woe to the country and the people! Then you should take the road of superstar, tsk, don't go to the common people, I'm so sorry for the beauty of this country.

Sensing the wolf-like gaze, as if he was a tasty prey, Yexi frowned slightly.

Regardless of whether he was light or heavy, Nanxing didn't seem to react, and he looked like he was left to slaughter the wound.

"He" neither cried out of pain, nor did he cry out of pain, not even the subtle expression of patience. It really doesn't matter, it's injured like that, it's bloody, and there's no good land, doesn't it matter?

However, the more this happens, the more the mind cannot be calmed. As if he was caught by something, what did "he" experience in the seven years that disappeared?

What does it take to develop such an ability to endure pain?

How can you jump into a trap and enter a no-man's land and still be so light and light?

The movements of his subordinates are getting lighter and lighter, and they want to take good care of them, but they can't do it, and there seems to be a sense of stuffiness in their hearts. Haunting and lingering.

Nanxing, Nanxing, what should I do with you?

There was a sudden whisper of rustling all around, and at the same time, his head was slammed down by Nanxing, and the suit jacket that was supposed to be his covered him entirely.

"Shhhh

Nanxing's voice came from above, and at this time, he wanted "him" to protect him!

He doesn't need "him" like this, why can't he rely on him, why can't he protect him well, protect him.

It's enough, when he knew the reason why "he" suddenly disappeared without saying goodbye seven years ago, Yexi told himself, "It's enough." "This time, he won't do anything he regrets again, and he will definitely take care of what he cherishes.

Seven years later, he is no longer the young boy he was when he was young.

Yexi ripped off her coat, her face was pale, revealing a pair of angry and forbearant eyes.

But Nanxing didn't look at him at all, and Yexi clearly saw that a pistol appeared out of thin air on Nanxing's right hand.

The pitch-black muzzle of the gun was pointed out of the car window, and the wound that had not yet had time to be bandaged overflowed with a bewitching red color because it had been too forced.

The painter's hand is the most important thing and needs to be cared for the most, but now Nanxing's hand is grinning in front of him again and again.

There was a dull pain in my heart.

"Hide well, there are twenty-one people, all of them well-trained killers."

Nanxing said methodically, passing on information from the outside world to Yexi, so that he could understand the current dangerous situation.

The flowers in the greenhouse, the eldest young master who grew up with small brocade clothes and jade food, may not understand how terrible it will be to treat the real killer.

But I heard Yexi say calmly, "And then? ”

Nanxing was slightly stunned, but his eyes were still staring at the movement outside, and those figures were getting closer and closer. It's pitch black, like a deadly impermanence.

Nanxing could only tell where they were and how many people they were by their voices.

But Yexi's sentence still caused a few waves, and Nanxing's gun trembled slightly.

If it was just himself, then it would not be a big problem for Zhou Xuan to escape by night. But now that there is more Yexi, even if she is eighty percent sure, what should she do with the remaining twenty percent?

She doesn't allow the slightest failure, because if she fails, not only her life, but also Yexi's life will be explained here.

No, she still has a use value, that group of people will not kill themselves, but will achieve their goals through constant torture. But Yexi, for them, is just an ant, and if they want to kill it, they will kill it like this.

So, then what? What was she going to do?