After the master yelled this sentence incoherently, he touched his neck that was already soaked in cold sweat in fear.

Over the years, he has heard a lot of legends about Song Huaijin, and he has been wondering, what is the person who can make Lu Jinchen crazy looking?

According to legend, Song Huaijin has three heads and six arms, and he is omnipotent.

He once conceived of a woman who was as strong as his father.

But I don't know that there are really people who can combine beauty and gloom so perfectly, femme fatale, that's about it.

Song Huaijin lowered her eyes and smiled secretly, since she was reborn, she had more or less heard some legends about herself.

This world is really strange sometimes, when you are alive, everyone is constantly belittling you, and once you are "dead", they will boast about you to the sky.

"That's... City Lord, did he really get the plague? You didn't lie to us?" The master still held on to the last glimmer of hope, and opened his mouth tremblingly.

"Why don't you take care of him yourself for two days? See if there's anything uncomfortable on your body?"

"No, no, no... I won't go, this city lord is sick, and the people in the city are unstable, so I have to go out and appease the people! The master straightened up and straightened his clothes, looking more and more righteous and awe-inspiring, and stretched out his hand to push the few soldiers in front of him:

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you go up and help the city lord up! ”

The soldiers did not move at all, turned around and glanced at the master who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and tightened the swords in their hands, not knowing whether to step forward or not.

The plague is like death, if you are not careful, this is a fatal thing.

Didn't the master still actively perform just now? How do you push them up now?

"Wai... Mr. Huai Jin, city lord, have you dealt with Zhao Yiheng well?"

A soldier spoke, and instantly received a lot of appreciation, Dong Huaijin nodded, and everyone ran out as fast as they could.

The master was so anxious that he scolded: "You waste, get back for me, get back!" ”

Everyone was busy taking a bath and disinfecting, where did they care about this, and in an instant, only the comatose city lord Jiao Yang, Song Huaijin, Zhao Yiheng with hatred in his eyes, and the master mixed between anger and fear were left in the room.

"Ahh Well... Hahaha, then the city lord will trouble Mr. Huai Jin to take care of it. The master laughed dryly twice, and immediately ran out as fast as he could.

Song Huaijin closed the door, asked Zhao Yiheng to help Jiao Yang onto the couch, took out the silver needle he carried with him and gradually sealed the three soft numb points on his body, and then sat at the head of the bed and waited for him to open his eyes.

As soon as Jiao Yang opened his eyes, he saw Song Huaijin's faintly smiling face hanging above his head, and immediately his heart was so frightened that he almost fainted again:

"You, you, you... Why are you still here? What about the master? What about the soldiers?! ”

"I drove you away."

Song Huaijin played with the silver needle in his hand, and his voice floated out softly:

"I told them that you were suffering from the plague, and when they heard about it, they hid faster than anyone else, especially your master, who put you on my weight first."

"These traitors! Eh, what are you doing?" Jiao Yang looked at Song Huaijin's silver needle pierced into his heart, and was even more frightened Tears fell uncontrollably: "Song Huaijin! Are you trying to kill me? ”

"I don't want to." Song Huaijin lowered his head and seriously compared the silver to the acupoint, and seemed to just take the time to reply to Jiao Yang's words: "Where is the tiger talisman in Yangzhou City?"

"Sure enough, it's for this." Jiao Yang opened his mouth, and his voice couldn't help but be weak: "You stop first, what do you want to do?"

"If the silver needle seals the fixed acupoint, it will be exhausted, and half of the body will be lost, I haven't tried it, I want to take this opportunity to try."

"You madman, stay away from me!" Jiao Yang roared hard, however, his body had been sealed by Song Huaijin, and he couldn't move at all: "My eyes can't see anything, Song Huaijin, even if I give you the tiger talisman, the soldiers in the city won't listen to you!" Stop! ”

"It doesn't matter, the news of the outbreak of the plague in the city just now has spread, everyone is in danger, the garrison is empty, I have already asked Zhao Yiheng to open the city gate and introduce the army I brought When the time comes, this city will be mine."

Song Huaijin spoke lightly, took out the last silver needle, lowered his head, and asked patiently: "I'm going to seal your throat, do you have anything else to say?" ”

"Yes! Yes! Jiao Yang was lying on the couch like a vegetative person, but his face was uglier than white paper: "The tiger talisman is in the dark compartment under the table in my room... Woooooo

As he spoke, he couldn't help but whimper, Song Huaijin nodded and walked to the table, reached out to the dark grid, and reached out to catch the tiger talisman after prying it open with a silver needle.

After confirming the truth, Song Huaijin walked to the head of Jiao Yang's bed again: "For the sake of this thing or the truth, I will unravel the acupoints of your eyes." ”

She said, "Pluck. Go. With the silver needle on Jiao Yang's head, Jiao Yang's eyes suddenly brightened, and he blinked desperately, wanting to make sure that he really saw the light again, and opened with tears in his eyes:

"What do you want me to do, so that I can unlock the other acupoints."

He didn't want to be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life, so he might as well die.

"Okay, do you hear the fighting outside?" Song Huaijin looked outside and said, "Take this tiger talisman and go out with me, so that your people can stop resisting and return to Linyuan." ”

"Good! Good! Jiao Yang trembled and agreed, after all this, his brain had completely become a mess, and he had lost any ability to think.

As long as he can live, as long as he can walk on the ground again, he is willing to do anything.

……

After the hour, the city of Yangzhou was surprisingly quiet, the armor fell to the ground, and everyone was resting exhausted.

Song Huaijin took back the silver needle on Jiao Yang's body and put the tiger talisman on himself.

went out, took out a handful of candy from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Yiheng, the nerves that had been tense all day finally let go, and said with a smile: "Yiheng, happy birthday." ”

Zhao Yiheng caught the sugar's hand, and when he looked up, his eyes were unusually bright, I don't know if it was because of tears or emotions.

"You, remember!" Zhao Yiheng's eyes flashed with excitement, and a tear slipped down from his eyes without warning.

The moonlight lined his porcelain white skin with white jade, just like him, it seemed that he should have stood in the sky and should not be polluted by the turbidity of the world.

In the end, he didn't protect this teenager.

"These candies are one I have saved a day since I had the ability to act, in order to make up for the debt I have owed you over the years."

Song Huaijin took a deep breath, like a child waiting for an adult to forgive, and bowed his head sincerely:

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have left you behind."

She lowered her head and looked at the corners of Zhao Yiheng's clothes that swayed slightly in the wind, and returned to the first year of time travel in a trance.

In Anling, everything is very realistic, and everything is beautiful.

Suddenly, Zhao Yiheng's hand reached out to her eyes, and she quietly looked at the open hand, which was a candy.

Zhao Yiheng's clear and pure voice sounded from above his head: "The sugar is for you, you give it to me, and you are not allowed to leave again." ”

The pimple in Song Huaijin's heart miraculously dispersed with the breeze, reached out to take the candy, stretched out his hand to the sky, and said solemnly:

"I will not leave you, swear to God."