The two of them rolled to the ground, only to realize that there was no light everywhere, it was dark, and they were already in a dark stone path, and their already injured bodies were hit by a lot of impact when they fell, and the blood that overflowed after the wound was torn stained all over the ground. Cen Kexuan, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, has no good impression of the underground stone road because of the memory of Banjianglou, but in the violent impact and a random exploration, the original state of mind of the lost soul has changed slightly due to this sudden change.

No matter how unwilling you are to face it, reality will not change you in the slightest.

The wound was still unbearable pain, she coughed lightly, only to find that the stone path was empty and dark, silent, except for the sound she made, there was no other sound, and Han Yue beside her seemed to have fainted and unconscious from the ground up.

She took out a fire fold from her coat and groped her way around the stone wall for a candlestick, until she finally found a candle and lit it. When he turned around, he saw that Han Yue was bleeding all over, new and old injuries were mixed, and his whole body seemed to have been ravaged by countless blades, and it was miserable. The wound that had been painstakingly taken care of last night had not healed yet completely cracked, and it seemed that none of them were intact.

What a mess! She sighed softly in her heart, not knowing whether to feel distressed or happy about this, so she could only force herself to close her eyes and not look at him.

Since she was a child, she has always known that she is both timid and cowardly, but her father and brother love and spoil her like everything, which makes her still a little arrogant and willful in her bones. She never imagined that one day she would have to grow up and face everything alone.

Her father and mother have passed away, and her only brother will never return to her.

Holding down the wound on her shoulder, she gritted her teeth and pulled out the dagger embedded in her body, her eyelashes trembling like fallen leaves in the wind, but the pain was unexpectedly lighter than expected. Reaching out and touching it, the wound had gradually stopped bleeding and became dry, and after pulling out the dagger, it was much wetter and soaked with fresh blood.

His hand wasn't very heavy, and the wound was shallower than she thought.

Maybe it's just because he's injured and can't exert himself. She said this in her heart, and her eyes were a little sour.

In the dim candlelight, Han Yue's face was still not very good-looking, his brows were frowning, his lips were pale, and he was clearly completely fainted, but his body did not relax at all. The look of being covered in blood and dying soon coincided with her countless dreams again, no matter how cold and hard her heart was, her vision was blurred unconsciously. Cen Kexuan looked at him blankly for a while, and finally took out the little remaining medicinal powder and sprinkled it on his wound, and then continued to deal with his injury.

When she left Biliuyuan, she specially brought a lot of necessary supplies, which came in handy at this moment. She took off her coat slightly, revealing her round and white shoulders, most of the blood had coagulated, and there were traces of freshly leached blood after drawing the knife, she wiped it dry with a handkerchief, and then drugged herself little by little, it was not very convenient to do this with one hand, the sweat on her forehead dripped and dripped again, and it took a long time to finally finish it.

Throwing the bloody handkerchief to the ground, she let out a long breath and leaned her head back against the wall behind her. As far as the eye could see, except for the faint candle flame, it was pitch black, and there was not a single gap visible above the head, let alone the figure of Dao Baifeng. It's probably safe now, thinking like this, she suddenly felt powerless, and she was stunned by herself.

Han Yue lay in front of her, maybe dead, maybe seriously injured, but she didn't have the excitement and apprehension she had before, she didn't even know what to expect. If this is the result of her hard work, what will she do in the future?

Without Cen Zifei, where should she go?

"Why do you want to save me?" I don't know how long it took, Han Yue's low voice came over in a trance, with a faint depression. Cen Kexuan's body trembled, only to find that he had woken up, and was slightly propping up his body, staring straight at her under the flickering candlelight, the look in his eyes was very complicated, there were puzzles and doubts. Cen Kexuan put his clothes together, closed his eyes and whispered, "You didn't take a heavy hand just now. She didn't want to look at him, she just felt very tired.

"That's because I'm exhausted from my injuries." Han Yue did not shy away from telling the truth.

"If you're smart, you should shut up now." Cen Kexuan suddenly raised his voice, then took a deep breath, tried to suppress his resentment and anger, and only after calming down a little did he say slowly: "There are only two of us here, you are more seriously injured than me, if I don't care about you, you will only die here." She still couldn't help him.

Han Yue said lightly: "Dying here is not a terrible thing for me. Then he closed his eyes and rested, and ignored her again.

For those who walk on the edge of life and death, life hanging by a thread is just a daily repetition, a normal life.

Different experiences will eventually create two sides who can't understand each other, how can Cen Kexuan, who lives in Ziyun Palace, understand a killer who walks on the tip of a knife?

She looked at the already calm face, opened her mouth dryly, and finally remained speechless, without saying a word.

They rested in the stone road for a long time, Cen Kexuan happened to bring two baked cakes, held them in his hands for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand and handed him one, he didn't take it, only closed his eyes and said, "You don't have to pay attention to me at all." The anger in Cen Kexuan's heart finally broke out, she stood up and said loudly at him: "How difficult it is to survive, no matter who it is, there will always be people in this world who are concerned and caring, why do you care so much about yourself?" ”

Han Yue seemed to have heard something ridiculous, and suddenly sneered: "How can someone like me be concerned? ”

"How do you know no one cares about you?" Cen Kexuan was sour and asked him in a dumb voice.

Han Yue suddenly fell silent, he looked at the depths of the dark stone road, as if his soul was out of the shell. Maybe it was because he was seriously injured and tired, or maybe he was not very conscious, but after a long silence, he actually muttered to himself: "I don't even know who I am, how can anyone care?" ”

Cen Kexuan was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that something was wrong, the expression on her face changed, and finally clenched the baked cake in her hand, and asked cautiously and softly: "What does it mean that you don't even know who you are?" Han Yue had already closed his eyes again, not going to bother with her.

When Fan Yuqing and his entourage left Mingyin Temple, Lin Yufei was still arguing with Xiao Wu, she was talking to Fan Yuqing, Fan Yuqing ignored it, she was already extremely angry, and when she turned her head to see Xiao Wu's mockery, she immediately threw her anger on him: "Hey, why are you following us?" Xiao Wu didn't care, and walked more freely with a pair of legs: "The legs are on me, where do I want to go, what do you have to do with it?" ”

Lin Yufei has always been the least like the eldest lady among the eldest misses, but after meeting Xiao Wu, she was so excited that it was rare for the eldest lady to have some temper, she gritted her teeth and said impatiently: "You are here to hinder my eyes, you stay away from us." ”

Xiao Wu sneered: "Why should I listen to what you say, who do you think you are?" ”

Lin Yufei said in a stiff voice: "Anyway, don't be next to me!" ”

Xiao Wu stepped forward with a sneer, put his right hand on Fan Yuqing's shoulder, and said side by side with him: "I'm with Brother Yuqing all the way, don't be next to us, right, Brother Yuqing." Fan Yuqing only smiled and didn't speak, but Miss Lin was already trembling with anger.

At sunset, the sparse people sped up their pace, and were rushing home, Fan Yuqing heard the quarrel between the two in his left ear, and he already had a headache, and suddenly heard the two people talking in his right ear, which immediately attracted his attention. The two of them looked like just scholars, they spoke and looked like they were gentle, and their voices were clear, and they reached Fan Yuqing's ears word by word.

One of them said: "In that house, there is a peerless beauty living recently, and I happened to pass by that day, and I saw her appearance, like a fairy." Another person said: "It is said that it is the private residence of the Zhang family, and the eldest young master of the Zhang family has always been romantic, so what is so rare?" Hearing this, Fan Yuqing hurriedly turned around to stop them, the two of them trembled with fright, and Fan Yuqing asked directly: "Where is the mansion you just mentioned?" ”

The two looked at each other, both a little frightened, and one of them said in a trembling voice: "Northwest direction, under Peony Mountain." Before she finished speaking, Fan Yuqing had already rushed away. Lin Yufei angrily scolded the two: "Mouthy! He stomped his foot, and then hurried after him.