Looking at Song Huaiyu's paranoid gaze, Song Huaijin's scalp suddenly tingled, and his whole heart hung up, and he said in a deep voice:

"If you don't trap me on this labyrinthine mountain, if you don't keep people staring at me, if you don't say you like me, you can please me."

"No way!" Song Huaiyu righteously refused, his expression instantly became aggrieved, but his eyes were angry: "Only this can't work, I can't do it!"

Sister, what's wrong with me? Where can I compare to that Lu Jinchen who goes crazy from time to time? I'm stupider than he is? Am I worse than him? ”

"It's not a matter of what the difference is." Song Huaijin said word by word: "It's because you are my brother, although I, Song Huaijin, am not a decent gentleman, but even if I am no longer a person, I will not like my brother!" ”

"But... Why do I love you so much?" Song Huaiyu lowered his head, his body trembled slightly, and he reached out and carefully held Song Huaijin's sleeve.

"I want to be your brother and want you, so what if it's your brother? What about being related? I love you, sister I really love you. ”

The more Song Huaiyu spoke, the more excited she became, two tears of love fell without warning, and she suddenly reached out and took Song Huaijin into her arms, sobbing lowly:

"Sister, you know what? Since I was born, all the people in the world have treated me as a monster and are looking forward to my death.

Only you, only you are my relative, only you will save me when my assassination fails, I love you so much, you can't not love me, you can't..."

Song Huaijin trembled, feeling that Song Huaiyu's hand was tightening more and more, almost strangling her out of breath.

The fragrant smell of medicine on Song Huaiyu's body, the sentence I love you that keeps repeating in her ears, reminds her all the time that this is chaos. Lun. of contraindications.

Song Huaijin was like a poisonous snake, his whole body was tense beyond measure, and his face was red and almost suffocated.

Large tears dripped down her face, and the cold touch made her even more frightened.

She stretched out her hand with difficulty, thinking about how to push Song Huaiyu away, but his scream with a trilling voice sounded in her ears:

"Sister, be careful!"

Before the words fell, Song Huaiyu suddenly moved, turned around and hugged Song Huaijin deeply into his arms.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of "tearing" sounded particularly abruptly in the fireworks in the sky.

Song Huaijin's eyes widened, and he watched as a line of ** burned Song Huaiyu's back.

As if he didn't feel pain, Song Huaiyu immediately turned around and extinguished all the fireworks, and then slowly took off his burning clothes, held Song Huaijin's hand and said with concern:

"Sister, are you okay, didn't hurt you, did you? I'm sorry, I was trying to make you happy, but I messed things up again. ”

Song Huaijin was speechless for a while, black smoke was still rising behind Song Huaiyu, and the smell of burning clothes and skin and flesh instantly covered the thin smell of medicine on his body, and it drilled into her nose for a while.

Moreover, when Song Huaiyu turned around just now, she clearly saw the traces of the burn on Song Huaiyu's back, not only the new injury just now, but also the more hideous and terrifying scar under the new injury.

All her thoughts were instantly disrupted, and for a long time, she said in a trembling voice: "Your... Wound..."

"Sister, are you worried about me?" Song Huaiyu's eyes lit up, flashing with irrepressible excitement: "I'm fine, I really don't hurt, am I injured on my back?" ”

“… Want... Cough! Song Huaijin cleared his throat before he could make a little sound: "Do you want to deal with the wound?" ”

"Okay, go to my room, there's a medicine box there."

Song Huaiyu responded happily, and couldn't help but think of the way Song Huaijin bandaged him on the day of the assassination, her heart warmed slightly, and she immediately pulled her to the room excitedly.

When he arrived in the room, Song Huaijin immediately turned out the medicine box, cut open Song Huaiyu's blood-stained clothes, and carefully wiped off the blood stains and medicated him.

His back was covered with burn marks, and the wound was just the tip of the iceberg. It is even more shocking than the scar cut by Lu Jinchen's knife.

"Sister, why don't you speak?" Song Huaiyu said with concern: "Sister, are you scared?" I'm sorry. ”

"No..." Song Huaijin was pulled back to his thoughts at this time, and couldn't help asking, "What is this injury?"

"When the palace was breached, there was a small saku who wanted to burn me, and then he left a lot of scars." Song Huaiyu's tone was light, as if he was telling someone else's story.

Song Huaijin's breath stagnated, and his hands trembled uncontrollably: "The country is broken..."

"It happened ten years ago when I was seven years old. It's been a long time since it hurts, but I'm not very afraid of it since. ”

Seven years old!

Song Huaijin's heart was shocked, as if he could see the seven-year-old Song Huaiyu struggling to survive in the sea of fire, helpless, desperate, as if abandoned by the whole world.

She suddenly felt a touch of sympathy for the young man in front of her at an inopportune time, accompanied by a hint of distress into her heartstrings.

If it weren't for this experience, would Song Huaiyu be what she is now? Will he be like the Nine Emperor Princes, who can live a carefree life?

Song Huaijin's eyes were a little moist, and the movements of his hands became gentle, and he stood up neatly and said:

"Have you rested well, have you eaten for the night?"

Song Huaiyu slowly turned around, leaned against the side of the bed, shook his head weakly, and still had a bright smile on the corner of his pale mouth.

"Then I'll get someone to prepare some for you." Song Huaijin said that he was about to leave, but was suddenly held by Song Huaiyu's wrist.

"Sister, don't go." Song Huaiyu blinked his pitiful big eyes, and his tone was almost begging: "Sister, the Ten Thousand Poison Pavilion has not been popular for a long time, can you accompany me?"

"It's fine." Song Huaijin lowered her eyes, and her long and thick eyelashes covered the emotions in her eyes: "But can you tell me how long you want me to stay with you?" ”

Song Huaiyu's expression was stunned, and his voice sank: "Sister, this is not measured by time. ”

"So what?" Song Huaijin sneered, and when he raised his eyes, the gentleness in his eyes faded: "So you are ready to lock me up here for the rest of your life?"

She should have thought of it, how could she forget the fact that Song Huaiyu was a madman because of his miserable king.

"Sister, I don't." Song Huaiyu was excited, holding Song Huaijin's hand and tightening it in vain, and said with tears in her eyes: "I just want you to stay here, I just want to protect you, don't leave me, don't leave me." ”

Song Huaijin was just about to withdraw his hand, when he suddenly felt a chill in his palm, and the next moment, he felt that his vision was becoming more and more dizzy, a pair of eyes could not be focused no matter what, and everything seemed to be pasted with a layer of window paper.

Her mind cleared up instantly, and she shook off Song Huaiyu fiercely: "You hid a needle in your palm and poisoned me?!" ”

However, before Song Huaiyu could open her mouth, her body had fallen uncontrollably, and her consciousness was also stabbed apart.

I only remember that before she fell into a coma, Song Huaiyu got up with a light smile and gently hugged her into her arms.

When he woke up again, Song Huaijin found that he was tied to the bed in Song Huaiyu's room.

The hands were tied together and tied to the head of the bed, and the feet were separated and tied to the end of the bed.

She tried to move, and found that the rope that tied her was tough silk, which didn't hurt, but she couldn't break free.

Song Huaiyu was looking at her condescendingly, his eyes full of doting.

Song Huaijin felt a chill when he arrived.

Put the bundle. The posture of tying .paly. is used on her, what does Song Huaiyu want to do?!

"Song Huaiyu, are you crazy? If you let me go, what are you going to do? What the are you going to do?! ”

Song Huaijin roared hard, like a little beast that had been pushed to the extreme, but his mouth full of fangs had been pulled out, and his eyes were red.

Song Huaiyu was stung by the surging hatred in her eyes, and was a little at a loss for a while: "Sister, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I just can't help it, don't go, don't hate me." ”

"Sister, you know what? I hated you when I was a child, and I hated my father for sending you to the people, leaving me alone to bear the pain of betraying my relatives and leaving the country and ruining my family, but the more I grew up, the more fortunate I felt. ”

"I'm glad you're big!" Song Huaijin roared while struggling: "Song Huaiyu, you are a madman, let go of me, you dare to touch me?" I'll kill you! Kill you!! ”