Ye Fan ran wildly along the same road, never stopping for a moment.

The sun slowly moved westward from the middle of the sky, stretching the shadow of the boy slender.

Ye Fan looked at Wei Cheng, who was lying on the riverside, his temples were full of white silk, his back was full of flying swords, and a large patch of snow was dyed red under his body and looked a little bewitching and terrifying, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

The boy didn't know what was going on, he didn't know what Wei Cheng would be like this. He only knew that this usually obscene man was a good person.

So Ye Fan didn't understand what kind of mistakes a good person had made, what kind of people he had provoked, and what kind of people he had to suffer so much.

Ye Fan didn't want to think about it, he was only afraid that the man opposite would never get up, and he would never be able to knock his chestnut.

The young man's legs were a little weak, and he staggered to Wei Cheng's side and sat down on the ground, not knowing what to do.

Ye Fan clenched his fists and shouted softly in a trembling voice, "Wei Cheng, get up." As long as you get up, I can do anything, I will drink with you, accompany you to see beautiful girls, listen to your bragging, and I will never be angry with you anymore, as long as you get up... I'm willing to do anything. ”

The boy's voice became quieter and quieter, and at last it almost became an inaudible sound of mosquitoes. He folded his arms around his knees and buried his head deeply, a tear slipping from the corner of his eye.

Why, why should a good person have such an end.

Ye Fan lowered his head and looked at Wei Cheng, whose face was covered in blood, and sobbed softly.

Suddenly, the man's lips suddenly moved, as if he was saying something.

Ye Fan hurriedly got up, touched his tears, and lay on the ground close to Wei Cheng, listening carefully.

"Dan... Cinnabar... Pills"

Yes, elixir.

The young man suddenly remembered the half of the pill that Wei Cheng had given him that night, and quickly stretched out his hand, handed it into the man's chest, and after a while, he touched a piece of silk cloth and gently pulled it out.

Ye Fan opened the blood-stained silk scarf, took out half a pill, and carefully put it into Wei Cheng's mouth.

It's just that Wei Cheng, who didn't even have the strength to swallow, rolled out of the pill that entered his mouth after a while.

The young man picked up the half of the pill, frowned slightly, and thought about a way.

Suddenly, Ye Fan seemed to think of something, his expression was shy, and he was a little hesitant. Just seeing the miserable appearance of Wei Cheng next to him, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and took the pill into his mouth.

The first kiss is gone, it's gone, and it's a fart compared to human life.

Ye Fan lightly took half a pill in his mouth, and lay on the ground with his side face, facing Wei Cheng. With a ruthless heart, he pouted and pasted it.

The young man's face was flushed, his tongue was thrust, and he sent the half of the pill in, and then quickly got up, with mixed feelings in his heart.

After feeding the man and eating half a pill, there was no movement for a long time, and just when Ye Fan thought that the pill had no effect, Wei Cheng coughed lightly.

Ye Fan's face was full of joy, and he quickly lowered his head and called softly, "Wei Cheng, can you speak?"

The man spit out a mouthful of blood and said very weakly: "Your uncle, it's the first time I've kissed a man, and I've lost a lot." ”

Ye Fan saw that the man could still speak, and he should have no worries about his life, so he collapsed directly to the ground with a distraction, and said while sobbing with a crying voice: "Do you know that you are about to scare me to death, I am so afraid that you will never wake up again, do you know, do you know..."

Wei Cheng tugged at the corners of his mouth with difficulty, "Stinky boy, save some strength and cry again, now help me pull out the sword on my body first, it's really fucking uncomfortable to stick it in my body all the time." ”

The young man wiped his nose with his sleeve, looked at the flying sword behind Wei Cheng's back, didn't know how to start, lowered his head and asked softly, "How to pull it out?"

The man replied weakly angrily: "Why are you so stupid, you can't draw your sword." Pull the radish as you pluck it, and you pull it out as you pluck it. ”

Ye Fan stood up, carefully held a flying sword on the edge, and lifted his forearms upwards with both hands.

The flying sword brought up a pillar of blood, but Wei Cheng didn't even say a word, just asked in a deep voice, "How many more?"

Ye Fan counted silently and replied, "There are eleven more." ”

The man's face was ugly, and he shouted lightly: "This fucking bastard is really good at black hands." ”

The young man squatted down and wiped the blood from the corners of Wei Cheng's eyes, and said softly: "If you can't bear the pain, take it slowly." ”

Wei Cheng shook his head lightly and said firmly: "I can't even stand this pain and be a fart man?!, I, Wei Cheng, have eaten more pain than you eat, so you can rest assured... Damn, the stinky boy will pull it out without saying hello?"

Ye Fan was carrying a flying sword, his face was innocent, "Didn't you say you could stand it?"

Wei Cheng wanted to cry without tears, and said helplessly: "You have to get it, forget it this time, you will pull it first next time.... Stinky boy, did you do it on purpose?"

The young man held a long sword in his hand, revealing a harmless expression, "I'm sorry, your voice is too quiet, I didn't hear clearly." Next time, I will definitely say hello to you in advance. ”

The man felt that it was better for him to die here.

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The mansion of the third prince of the Dayan Dynasty, located on a street that does not look bustling, is one of several properties he has outside the palace.

Ji Yun sat on the seat in the middle of the lobby, picked up a cup of tea, and blew gently.

The old man sitting on the left hand side of the third prince had a solemn face, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, there is a letter from below, saying that there is a master of the Seven Realms around that kid who is protecting him, and several brothers have died. Ask us what to do. ”

The third prince, who had a handsome face and was dressed in a black gorgeous robe, did not raise his eyelids, looked at the ups and downs of the tea leaves in the teacup, and said lightly: "Is it that the queen or the boss got the news and wanted to interfere with my business?"

The old man shook his head slightly, "Probably not, there are not many people who know about this matter, and they are all trained, so it is difficult to spread the news." ”

Ji Yun's expression remained unchanged, "Unless, it's you...?"

The old man's face changed drastically, as if he had been struck by lightning.

The third prince chuckled twice, got up and patted the old man on the shoulder: "Just kidding you, don't take it seriously." ”

The old man stiffly hugged his fist and signaled that it was okay.

Ji Yun patted the dust on his clothes, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "You should know, don't say it's a Seven Realms, even if it's a Nine Realms protecting that kid, I have to get my hands on things." ”

The third prince turned his head and squinted at the old man, "Do you know what to do?"

The old man hurriedly got up, bent down and saluted, and his tone was resolute, "Your subordinates understand that you will not disappoint Your Highness." ”

"Go ahead. ”

Hearing this, the old man clenched his fists again and walked quickly towards the outside of the courtyard.

The third prince shook his sleeves, walked slowly to the door of the lobby, seemed to murmur, and said slowly: "The mountain wood is self-inflicted, and the fire is self-frying." Cinnamon can be eaten, so cut it, and lacquer can be used, so cut it. Everyone knows what is useful, but what is useless is not. ”

"You say, are the clouds in the sky useful or useless?"

When the old man heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to stay, so he hurried away and walked to the outside world.

Ji Yun didn't care, just kept looking up at the sky with a smile on his lips.

Big brother, wait until I get that thing in my hands and see how you still fight with me.

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Ye Fan took out the medicinal powder he had bought in Stone Town before and gently applied it to Wei Cheng's back, which was full of wounds.

The flying sword didn't penetrate deeply, but it also hurt the spine, and it is estimated that it will take a long time to recuperate. The flesh and blood on the man's back were flying, shocking, and the young man was silently distressed while smearing it.

Maybe it was the pill that had an effect, and the wound behind Wei Cheng was slowly healing, and he gradually gained some strength. Ye Fan found a clean place in the woods opposite, found hay, spread clothes, made a fire, and helped Wei Cheng from the shore.

The two were speechless.

The man snapped a sigh, broke the silence, and said seemingly casually: "That, don't talk about today's events." ”

Ye Fan's face turned red, his subordinates moved faster, and he didn't answer.

Wei Cheng continued to take care of himself: "Although you took advantage of it, you can't shake everything out. If those princesses of the Sect Fairy Dynasty know that I have kissed a man, won't they all cry to death? When the rumor spreads that I have the good of Longyang, I will really be at a loss for words. And I've written down all those words of yours, don't pay the bills, I'll drink and watch the girl, you kid have to accompany you..."

The young man slapped the wound on the man's back hard, and Wei Cheng was in pain.

"Damn, it hurts me! What are you going to do, stinky boy?"

Ye Fan's face was full of anger and sat on the side, "I'll stick the sword in for you again, believe it?"

The man is an expert in judging the situation, and when he heard the words, he immediately shut up and did not say a word.

The young man looked at the more than ten long swords piled up next to him, and asked, "What should we do with these swords?"

Wei Cheng said slowly: "The grade of these things is okay, but I don't know if the means of recognizing the lord of the bloodline are good or not." If you don't have any contact with the owner, it's also a problem. But there has been no movement for half a day, so there should be nothing wrong. Don't you have a jade plaque that is a storage item? Put it in for now, and then sell it later, which is a lot of money. However, keep in mind that those who offer less than 500 Purple Cloud Coins are all profiteers who want to pick up a bargain. ”

Ye Fan was a little surprised, "Five hundred Purple Cloud Coins is too much." You're so short of money, don't you keep it for yourself?"

The man replied lazily: "Even if it is a gift for your kid, even if you don't sell it, keep these long swords, and if you encounter the enemy in the future, it will be enough for you to catch and fight." ”

The boy bit his lip, but did not shirk or accept it.

Wei Cheng said, "Why don't you take it in?"

Ye Fan wiped the last wound, draped his clothes on Wei Cheng's back, and wiped his hands, "It's all blood, wash it in a while and then put it in." ”

Wei Cheng nodded and didn't speak.

The young man stood up from the ground, carried twelve long swords, and walked slowly towards the river.

The man whispered, "There's nothing you want to ask me?"

Ye Fan stopped, turned around and smiled brightly, "There really is one, I wasn't embarrassed to ask before." Which one is thicker than your skin or this Hengfu River?"

Wei Cheng picked up a stone and threw it at Ye Fan, but was dodged by the young man's cleverness.

The man looked at Ye Fan, who was walking in the distance, and his eyes were warm.

It's really comfortable to be friends with a kind and intelligent person.

Those so-called 'immortals' who know the big cloves of garlic are boring to think about.

Wei Cheng looked at the white silk on his temples fluttering in the wind, and sighed in his heart, "Such a suave man has white hair, so that the girls can see it, and they don't cry to death." It's all thanks to the bastard in the temple that made Lao Tzu so miserable. ”

However, when the man thought about it, that person's law was shattered, his soul was missing, and his end was several times more miserable than his own. I couldn't help but feel refreshed, and my heart was much happier.

Sure enough, if you are not afraid of being miserable, you are afraid that everyone is not miserable.