Looking at Gu Danying's sluggish expression, Lin Jingyang asked rhetorically, "What?" Am I not right? ”

"These ...... How do you know? After a long while, Gu Danying seemed to come back to her senses and asked stupidly. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Lin Jingyang's fingers covering his chest slowly put down, spread his hands, and said a little innocently: "I told you, you are the Xuanyuan fishing ......"

How is this possible? How can you not be human? The fingertips attached to Song Yu's cold body clenched slightly, and a terrifying chill burst out from the black pupils.

She also wanted to believe that Lin Jingyang was talking nonsense, but thinking carefully about what had happened in the past few months, it seemed that every link was set on a ring, and her will had become wavering. Song Yu...... I silently read this name in my heart, like a five-flavor bottle that has been overturned, and I don't know what it tastes like.

Slowly lowered his head, closed his eyes in pain, and the tears in his eyes finally slipped down irresistibly, directly on Song Yu's dusty clothes, sneering lowly, and his thin shoulders were trembling slightly.

It's really ironic, it turns out that my life is not my own, heh...... Thinking about it, it's a joke. Thinking about it, she slowly raised her head, her eyes tightly closed, hanging in mid-air, the golden sun shining on her face, and finally felt a little bit of temperature.

Feeling that there were layers of sadness around her, Lin Jingyang hooked his lips and smiled: "It's not the first time I've encountered such a thing, why bother to show an unacceptable look like last time?" There was a thick sarcasm in his tone: "Last time, it was my mistake that allowed Song Yu to hide from the world and help you escape, and this time you won't be so lucky." ”

Last time......?

Only these two words left an impression in Gu Danying's mind, constantly hovering above her head, as if a gap was missing in her heart, and a strong sadness kept coming up. Even if it is familiar, there are unspeakably unfamiliar images constantly emerging in my mind.

Oh, yes! Who said unfamiliar? In retrospect, it looks like it happened yesterday.

Fusu sat on the side of the desk, stretched out his hand and picked up the extremely long wick with elegant movements, and the flickering candlelight suddenly became quiet, and the whole room became much brighter than before. He slowly withdrew his fingertips, a gentle smile on his handsome face, and a shallow smile in his black pupils.

"Ziyuan, why are you still angry, Hai'er is just a child, is it possible that Ziyuan still has to deal with a child?"

Listening to the warm jade-like voice coming from the main seat, Song Yu sighed slowly in his heart, as if he hated iron but not steel, slowly raised his head, frowned slightly, and slowly opened his mouth to comfort: "Childe should not be so indulgent to the little boy, you will be the king of this world in the future, how can you be so ......"

Before Song Yu finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fusu, and shook his hand with a smile, looking disapproving: "Hai'er is still young, when he grows up, everything will be fine." ”

Regarding Song Yu's side knock, Fusu didn't seem to be cold at all, and Song Yu, who was helpless, shook his head and sighed. Watching his movements, Fu Su put down the general music in his hand, lifted the hem of his clothes and slowly stood up, Shi Shiran walked over, squatted in front of Song Yu, and stared at him tightly.

The two were silent, and even the sound of dust colliding with each other in the air could be heard. I don't know how long it took for Fusu to speak slowly, breaking the silence for a while.

"Ziyuan, what you know, in the future, the world is destined not to be in my hands." As he spoke, the fingertips attached to his knees habitually rubbed together, and after a moment of silence, he continued: "My identity will not be hidden after all...... When the time comes, my father will be furious......"

Listening to his negative tone, Song Yu frowned, couldn't help suppressing his voice, and shouted hoarsely: "Childe ......" Hearing this, Fusu was not angry, just blinked his eyes, quickly concealed the loss in his pupils, and said slowly: "Ziyuan should also know who will hand over this world to a woman......"

Song Yu slowly stretched out his hand, carefully climbed on his shoulder, pursed his thin lips slightly, and was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice: "Does the prince think that the king doesn't know anything about this matter?" ”

Looking at Fu Su's wide eyes, he continued to explain: "Wang Shang is wise and smart, how can he not be aware of this matter at all? Childe believes in my ......"

Looking at his deep pupils without a trace of impurities, Fusu's gaze gradually became firm, and he nodded resolutely.

Outside the door, standing in the moonlight and eavesdropping, no, the child heard the sound from inside, the slender phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a strange smile that did not match his age: "Song Yu, it seems that the war between us is about to start again......"

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210 BC, winter.

Fusu looked at the edict in front of him, and he didn't show too much expression on his face. It's just that the slightly trembling fingertips reveal his true emotions.

"Brother......

Listening to the familiar and somewhat gloomy voice coming over, Fu Su slowly raised his head and looked at his younger brother who had grown up in front of him, feeling that his face and the appearance in his memory had become blurred. He sneered lowly, shook his thin lips, and slowly spit out a few words after a long time: "Hai'er, do you really want this throne?" ”

As if he had heard a joke, Hu Hai looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, as if looking at a monster, and said sarcastically: "Brother is joking, right?" Who doesn't want this throne? If my brother hands over this throne to avoid fighting each other, I can consider it and let Song Yu go......"

His voice still lingered in the cold air of the room, and Fusu raised a gentle smile on his face as before, and slowly said a word "good", and his tone was still as doting as before. The white mist drifted out of the air, obscuring the expression on his face, looking hazy.

Before Hu Hai could react, the saber on his waist made a stabbing sound, and warm blood splashed on his still slightly immature face, and he was so frightened that he reflexively took a few steps back, looking at the sharp knife on Fusu's neck in shock.

Looking at the bright red blood that was slowly sliding down along the blade, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and the voice in his mouth could not hear the emotion, as if there was joy and sadness......

"Brother......

Fusu only felt that his vision was getting more and more blurred, and the last thing he saw was Song Yufeng's handsome figure.

Song Yu carefully picked up Fusu who was lying on the ground, and ignored Hu Hai who was standing in the center of the hall, with a calm expression on his face. Looking at his figure slowly walking out, Hu Hai finally couldn't help but ask: "Is it worth it to give him half of his soul?" ”

There seemed to be no emotion in his calm tone, but only he knew that his left atrium seemed to be corroded by sulfuric acid, and it was uncomfortable.

Hearing this, Song Yu paused, lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the blue-gray familiar face in his arms, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help rising: "These, how can you understand, a person without a heart." After a pause, he continued: "No, it's a monster, a monster that doesn't even have his own body, Xing Zhong ......"

Listening to the words spit out from Song Yu's mouth, Hu Hai was not surprised, but the sentence "monster without a body" seemed to have been stabbed in his heart, and it hurt and hurt.

Oh, yes! He is not like Song Yu, he can always have his own self, relying on the art of snatching away and borrowing corpses to return his soul. However, this body is not his own after all, and his own life will always be someone else's life, and the world will never know that there was once a Xing Zhong at this time......

Thinking about it, he slowly raised his head, closed his eyes, and tears uncontrollably slid down his cheeks, and finally fell between the strands of hair on his sideburns.

Listening to Song Yu's footsteps slowly leaving, he didn't open his mouth to stop him, but his hand hanging on his waist tightened, and his white skin was violently raised, suppressing his emotions. Who wants to live in darkness and be a person that everyone spurns about? There is no turning back when you open the bow, and sometimes, it's more like you can't help yourself! (To be continued.) )