The wisps of rain are connected into a line, coming from the gray canopy, falling on the eaves, turning the direction and converging along the glazed tiles to form a shallow stream, "Tick! Tick! "Tapping on the front steps.

The spring is still very cold, and a rain has been falling for three days in a row, and there is no intention of stopping.

In the lobby of the Ruyi Inn, there is a leisurely wooden rocking chair, and all the barbs in the armrests are smoothed out, with a smooth light. Nian Xiaojiao was half-lying and half-lying in the rocking chair, and her already slender body looked even thinner because of a serious illness. She just looked at the rain outside the house, her eyes were unfocused, and her bloodless face was more gray than the canopy.

He also held a letter, a token, and a jade pendant in his hand. The jade pendant is extremely familiar, and the middle is like the shape of an irise, and its source, no need to ask, must be arranged by Shang Hong before his death, it turns out that he has long expected the possible ending, and arranged all this early.

What a bastard.

Qing Yu came out of the room on the second floor, holding a cloak in his hand, and walked downstairs quickly, full of resentment: "My sister has just recovered from a serious illness, and her body is weak, how can she withstand such a wind and rain." ”

Before the words fell, the moon-white cloak had wrapped Nian Xiaojiao tightly.

The half-lying girl finally regained some clarity, and her glass-like eyes finally became anxious. His eyes fell on the face of Qing Yu, who was boiled with a vegetable, and couldn't help frowning and said, "It's me who is sick, you look haggard than me." ”

Nian Xiaojiao was sick for three days and lay down for three days, and Qing Yi worked hard for three days and worried for three days, and it is natural to be haggard. As long as Lord Yan doesn't take in Xiaojiao and returns her, let alone become haggard, even if she lets Qing Yu fight with her life, she is willing. One life for one life, Qing Yu has nagged all kinds of gods and goddesses no less than a hundred times, just three days when she was in a coma.

"I'll just get some sleep."

Qing Yu looked at Nian Xiaojiao, full of pity. The body is tired and sleeps well, that ...... What about the pain in my heart? Will it heal over time?

Nian Xiaojiao opened her mouth, her mouth was pinno, as if she had something to ask, but she didn't know where to start.

"Sister, what do you want to ask?" Qing Yu pressed Nian Xiaojiao's neckline, making the cold wind impeccable.

"Are those people okay? He~~The people he wants to save~~"

Qing Yu shook her head, her eyes lowered, she didn't dare to look directly at Nian Xiaojiao anymore, she couldn't bear to see the dimness in those eyes.

The rain was still dripping outside, and a low sigh was inaudible.

After a long time, Nian Xiaojiao got up and stretched out her slightly trembling right hand, which was as white as jade. Feel the cold rain running through your fingers, the slippery and cold, wrapping every joint of your five fingers, no one is spared.

"Xiang Song Hall Master, I want someone." Nian Xiaojiao came to a sentence without a beginning or an end, and the fragility in her eyes was replaced by determination little by little.

"Who?"

"He doesn't ask ......"

Qing Yu's hanging heart finally fell, and Nian Xiaojiao began to plan, at least she would not seek death and life. The most difficult level has passed, and as for the hidden pain in my heart, then I will hand it over to time.

The smile bloomed on Qing Yu's face, the corners of her curved eyes were wet, Qing Yu looked at Nian Xiaojiao's back, picked up her sleeves and silently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, whether she put it down or not, at least now, she has a fighting spirit: "I'll arrange it." ”

He Buwen came faster than Nian Xiaojiao expected, because he happened to be secretly investigating the news in Yinyang, and he arrived two days later. It was an extremely elegant middle-aged man, about fifty years old, dressed in a gray robe. This costume is very similar to the private school teacher I saw in General Lin's mansion when I was a little petite, and I suddenly felt a sense of intimacy.

"Senior He, what do you have to worry about?" This was the first thing Nian Xiaojiao said when she saw He Buwen.

He Buwen was stunned for a moment, but in the end, he had lived a handful of years, and he had seen a lot of winds and waves, and the little girl's words were just a little abrupt: "Alone, alone." My life belongs to General Lin Li, if there is anything to worry about, it is that the general's revenge has not been avenged, and he will not turn a blind eye. ”

"Then, have you found the whereabouts of Emperor Xi?"

"It's a shame to say, although it is a spy song, it is a ......" He Buwen shook his head more than once, unwilling to do so.

The spy hall is a secret intelligence organization established by General Lin Li himself, and since General Lin died, he has secretly served the Sen Luo Palace.

"Congratulations senior!" Nian Xiaojiao suddenly bent down deeply, sincere and solemn.

He Buwen turned sideways, with a little embarrassment on his face, and raised his right hand slightly: "Hall Master, this is unreasonable." If there is anything you command, please get up quickly. ”

"Senior He, what I want to do next will be very difficult, walking on the blade at any time, but I need you very much. I hope you will be able to go hand in hand with me. Nian Xiaojiao said, holding out a jade pendant with both hands, her words were scorching, and her eyes were scorching.

"It's ~~"

"This is the Pavilion Master Token of the Firmament Pavilion, and now, Shang Wuru has passed away, and his only descendant, Shang Hong, has also ......" Nian Xiaojiao's words were a little choked, paused slightly, adjusted his mood, and then continued: "I hope you can take over the Firmament Pavilion for me, intelligence gathering, there is no more suitable than you." ”

Regarding the rumors between Shang Hong and Nian Xiaojiao, He Buwen, who makes a living from intelligence, has heard of it for a long time, and when he saw this token today, those rumors without answers have been verified. It's just that the Sky Pavilion, as the No. 1 spy hall in the mainland that has stood for hundreds of years, ended up without a leader, which can be described as embarrassing.

Seeing that his face changed and changed, Nian Xiaojiao also did not make a sound very obediently, the heat in He Buwen's eyes could not deceive Nian Xiaojiao, he had no reason to refuse.

"Good!" After thinking about it for a long time, He Bu asked a good voice, and answered very crisply, the opportunity must not be lost, and the loss will not come again. At least before he killed Emperor Xi, he was still reluctant to retire.

This is a milestone, taking this step, Nian Xiaojiao can be regarded as truly declaring war with hostile forces and putting it into action. Because of her support and her dependence, they all fell one by one; Because of the mess that fell, no one cleaned it up. The only way to do this is to let yourself stand up.

"It has changed hands, and the Firmament Pavilion and the Hades Palace are too ostentatious and too dangerous to stay in Yinyang City. Withdraw it, I look at this Baiyan City is good, it belongs to Baiyan Kingdom, and the surname Chun can't be cared for, and besides, this place is also close to Yinyang, so it's convenient to monitor that dog thing. In this way, it forms a north-south attack with the Senluo Palace, and the entire continent, whether it is the south or the north, can know everything about it. ”

He Buwen also very much agreed with Nian Xiaojiao's arrangement, he was also a person with full action, and as soon as the talks were made here, he hurriedly said goodbye and prepared to choose a site to set up camp.

Seeing He away, Nian Xiaojiao, who didn't have time to slow down, ushered in an old friend, ---- Zhongyu.

At first sight, the two sat across the table, looking at each other speechlessly. Some compassion does not need to be spoken, and mutual understanding is understood.

"Miss the girl's day mourning~" In the end, Zhong Yu picked up the tea in front of him and drank it all, the heroic momentum, as if he was not drinking tea, but a glass of wine. In the days when Nian Xiaojiao was in a coma, Zhong Yu didn't drink less.

Zhong Yu's sentence of condolences made Xiaojiao even more stunned on the spot. In what capacity does she mourn? Once, she discussed with Shang Hong that when the world is in trouble, she will walk through thousands of rivers and mountains hand in hand, enjoy the spring flowers and autumn moons, and only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals. Later, due to Shang Hong's "betrayal", disputes continued, and they had not even fully reconciled. Now, with her brother in the epidemic, Nian Xiaojiao's biggest regret is that she hasn't said goodbye or told him well, she is happy with him.

Zhong Yu's word "festival mourning" just rightly soothed Nian Xiaojiao's guilt, and also evoked Nian Xiaojiao's sadness at an inopportune time. Zhong Yu is Shang Hong's closest person to the world, and his condolences are an affirmation of the relationship between Nian Xiaojiao and Shang Hong. All the hidden emotions broke down, and Nian Xiaojiao cried into a tearful person, as if she had shed a lifetime of tears in the past few days.

Sadness is contagious, which provoked Zhong Yu on the other side to also have red eyes, but the man has his own stubbornness, raised his head, and did not let the tears fall.

After a long time, Nian Xiaojiao regained her composure: "I have received the letter~~ and things." ”

"Excuse me, girl, I should have sent it myself. But only today have we been able to step out of the hospital and accept this unacceptable result. ”

"I have arranged for the Firmament Pavilion and the Hades Hall to evacuate Yinyang, you are waiting for them in Baiyu. This enmity is not shared, the immortal is cunning, either it can be achieved with one blow, otherwise it should not be rash. Zhong Yu, now we are left, do you remember? If there is an accident, there will be no one to avenge him. ”

Zhong Yu hit the table with a punch, the table of the Ruyi Inn was overwhelmed, and a hole was punched out of the boss, if the injured hole in his heart could also be seen, then the hole in Zhong Yu's heart was a lot. Since he was a child, he stayed by Shang Hong's side with a mission, rejoicing in the joy of Shang Hong, and sorrowing with Shang Hong's sorrow, which is part of the bone marrow. Now, that person is gone.

Nian Xiaojiao's words are not groundless, she understands that Zhong Yu will not give up, and she also recognizes that the situation is just a moth to a fire.

"Only then can the dormant beast have hope of victory, but it will become a mess of meat, and it will be too late to die in another country. Zhong Yu, you know what to do. ”

Nian Xiaojiao stretched out her hand and held Zhong Yu's hand, carefully avoiding the bloody wound. Two cold hearts, no one can soothe anyone. But at least, they are comrades-in-arms in the same trench, with the same unwillingness, the same purpose.

"Childe didn't misunderstand you, from now on, only the girl is looking forward, but asking for a result."

Without Nian Xiaojiao's persuasion, Zhong Yu's real plan was to say goodbye to Nian Xiaojiao, and then fight to the end. As for this battle of defense, how long can it last? The absolute disparity in strength may not exceed ten moves, or it may be buried under its minions, and not even a single coat has been touched.

"Believe me, I want revenge more than you, I am alone, I can't do anything, Zhong Yu, you have to refrain from it. He's gone, and Hades needs you to stand up alone. The Sky Pavilion and the Hades Mansion are both the foundation of the merchants, we must keep them, the merchants still have the only bloodline merchant brocade, and there is a glimmer of hope for inheritance. ”

"Plus Jijintang!"

Nian Xiaojiao and Zhong Yu looked back, and Qing Yu introduced a young man, who was rarely dressed in white and had no brocade robe.