Most of the stepping stones to the growth of heroes are pain and suffering. ——Excerpt from "Zhongzhou Chronicles of the Kingdoms - Biography of the King of Chu"

I don't know when, the lights have gone out, and it is pitch black all around, only the woman's eyes are still bright, flashing and flashing, bright as stars.

"Your face?"

Chu Wu didn't dare to look at her, he squatted on the ground, hugged his shoulders, and was only wearing a thin middle coat, and the cold hit at this time, making him shiver.

"Didn't scare you, did you?"

The woman's voice was very weak, she caressed her face, and there was a shocking bump under the thin layer of black cloth, because of the cover of the black cloth, it was impossible to see its true appearance, but the hideous and disgusting tail crawled in the corner of her eyes, stabbing Chu Wu almost out of breath.

"Why would he hurt you?"

"He's the devil, aren't all devils like that, no one can guess his joy and anger, and naturally no one knows what kind of action he will make. Xiao Wu, everything you do, he knows it, he is humiliating you, provoking you, waiting for you to throw yourself into the net. ”

Chu Wu was silent, his fist against the dirt, sinking deeper and deeper.

The woman tore the black cloth from her face, brushed her hair down, and covered the horrible scar completely, then put on her tattered hat, lit the lantern, and slowly got up with it, and floated away like a ghost.

"Xiao Wu, take care, even if he is a devil who does all kinds of evil, but there is still something in this world that he is afraid of, and that is time."

The woman is gone.

The courtyard returned to cold silence, a deathly cold silence.

Chu Wu stood up, looked at the dark sky, and smiled self-deprecatingly, he believed that this woman, when he looked into her eyes, it was as clear as ever, reflecting his appearance, making him sober and shocking, and because of this, he did not become a devil to possess her. However, his choice is not something she can control.

This is a game, a game of the devil, since it is a game of the devil, then there is no need to guess what the devil thinks, you just need to make choices according to the rules of the devil.

"I am Chu Wu, everyone lives for a purpose, I don't know what my ultimate purpose is, and now, I only know that I can't let him die in bed, he must die under my sword, wail under my sword."

Chu Wu changed his clothes and sat on the porch again.

Wait quietly.

I don't know how long later, his samurai chief came from the front yard, alone.

"People, why didn't they come?" Chu Wu asked.

The chief warrior respectfully put the small sword in front of Chu Wu and did not speak. Chu Wu pulled the sword into his hand, and ruthlessness flashed from his eyes.

"He doesn't use because I'm coming."

Just then, a hoarse voice rang out.

Hearing this voice, Chu Wu's eyes lit up, he suddenly got up, raised his eyes and looked outside the courtyard, in the dark world, the old mausoleum keeper walked towards him with an angry wind lamp in one hand and a branch in the other.

"Third uncle!" Chu Wu ran down from the porch and gave a deep bow to the mausoleum keeper.

"Xiao Wu, tell me, why did you kill him?"

The mausoleum keeper looked straight at Chu Wu, his gaze was like a nail, drilling straight into people's hearts.

Chu Wu was stunned.

The old man smiled contemptuously: "For the sake of the world of Da Chu? Or for a woman? Well, or rather, for three women? ”

Chu Wu looked at this mausoleum keeper who was about to die, the old man's face was full of wrinkles, like an uneven old tree, if it weren't for those sharp eyes that flashed from time to time, he was no different from an ordinary old man, but Chu Wu didn't dare to look down on him, nor did he dare to answer his words easily, because only Chu Wu knew how powerful this seemingly inconspicuous old man's strength was, he was like a vulture guarding the corpse, waiting for decades, backlogged for decades, just to fight to the death.

The old man carried the lantern and waited.

After a long time, Chu Wu really couldn't think of how to reply to him, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "I want him to die a painful death, that's all." ”

After saying this, the air in the four places was tight, there was no more sound, even the sound of the wind was still, and the lantern in the hand of the mausoleum keeper flashed twice weakly, and suddenly went out.

The whole courtyard was pitch black.

Chu Wu and the mausoleum keeper looked at each other, and their eyes were like extremely sharp swords, colliding fiercely. After a while, the mausoleum keeper burst out laughing.

"Hahaha."

"Hahahaha......"

The laughter was so crazy, but it was so joyful, everyone who heard it couldn't help but feel their blood boiling, and Chu Wu was no exception, although he didn't know if he had answered correctly or incorrectly.

"Smack!"

The thick palm slapped heavily on Chu Wu's shoulder, the power was very huge, so that Chu Wu couldn't help but tremble, and at this time, the eyes of the mausoleum keeper were like the sun, exuding blazing light and heat, so he listened to him: "Sure enough, he is a descendant of the fire phoenix, where is there any world, where is there any grudge, only the humble ant will find an excuse for what he has done, and then die in that excuse." ”

The mausoleum keeper took Chu Wu's hand and walked towards the corridor, and the two sat opposite each other in front of the desk. The chief warrior wanted to light the lamp, but the mausoleum keeper waved his hand to restrain it, and in the darkness, the mausoleum keeper looked directly into Chu Wu's eyes and said coldly.

"Thirty years ago, the reason why I lost to him was because I was still a human being, and if I was a human being, I would have weaknesses, I would be afraid, I would think about the future, and in the end, I would lose everything. Xiao Wu, I'm sixty-seven years old, I've lived enough, and I've seen through many things, he provokes you, humiliates you, it shows that he is afraid, in fear. I don't know what he's going to do next, whether he'll kill you directly, but none of this matters, what matters is that you want him to die. Three days later, he will go hunting in the West Mountain, and then he will be crowned king. However, he has no chance to be king, the West Mountain is his grave, and he will never open those eyes again! And you are the king of Great Chu! ”

After speaking, the mausoleum keeper bowed to Chu Wu, then picked up the branch, carried the extinguished lantern, and walked out of the courtyard trembling and dangerous.

"Third uncle, why are you helping me?" At this moment, Chu Wu suddenly asked.

The mausoleum keeper's shoulders trembled for a moment, and then he walked forward with his back bent and the branches, and said as he went: "There are not so many whys, he killed my father, I want him to die, that's all." ”

The old man went, Chu Wu sat alone on the porch, he smelled the breath of death, cold. He stood up in the boundless cold, twisted his head and looked in the direction of Miyagi, but he couldn't see Miyagi at all from this angle, but he looked so intently.

"Bring her."

"No."

The samurai chief brought the squire to Chu Wu, and the squire was beautiful, and although she trembled with fright, she still couldn't hide her amorous beauty.

Chu Wu lifted her chin, looked at her panicked eyes like a fawn, and kissed her gently.

"What's your name?"

"Nishiki, Nishiki ......"

Maybe it was because Chu Wu's lips were too cold, and the beautiful maid couldn't stop trembling.

"Okay, I'll call you Jin'er. Do you remember how to go back? Chu Wu asked gently.

The maid slowly calmed down, she was actually very smart, her eyes flashed, and she replied, "Yes." ”

"Very good, tomorrow I will go to Youshan, and the people in the yard will go with me, but you don't need to, you need to go home, you must remember the way home."

"Hmm."

"What a smart woman, are you cold?"

"Cold."

Chu Wu picked her up and walked towards the bed, saying as he went, "Tell him everything you saw, including what is about to happen on this bed." ”

"Hmm."

"Is it still cold?"

"It's not cold."

……

"What's your name?"

"Que'er."

The incense bent around on the desk, like the body of a graceful girl, Chu Lian sat up from the bed, sweat rolling on his forehead and chest, the flush had not faded, Que Er curled up in the corner of the bed, her long black hair was sprinkled on the quilt embroidered with thunderclouds and blood phoenixes, she was like a kitten, her smooth back was exposed outside the quilt, and there was a hemorrhoid on the side of her neck.

Chu Lian likes this hemorrhoid very much, when she is emotional, this black hemorrhoid will turn pink, he touched the hemorrhoid, over and over again, Que Er trembled lightly under his fingers.

The girl's body was very delicate and fresh, Chu Lian couldn't help but lean over and bite the hemorrhoid, Que Er groaned and trembled violently.

"Hahaha."

Chu Lian laughed, patted Que Er's buttocks, and strode outside.

There was not a sound in the splendid palace of the golden wall, only his laughter and footsteps. All the palace people lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him, including the woman who was kneeling on the ground.

He sat on the royal bed with his chest open, staring at her.

"Look up."

The woman lifted her head.

"Take off your veil."

The woman takes off her veil. It was a shuddering wound that covered half of her face, and no one knew how it was made, as if it had been burned by fire or sawed out with a chainsaw, and it was disgusting.

"Is he suspicious of you?"

Chu Lian got up from the royal bed, walked over to her, and squatted in front of her, admiring the scar.

"Nope." The woman bowed her head.

"Tell me, what does he look like now?"

"It's painful, it's helpless, he wants to kill you, for his mother, for the woman in your bed, but he doesn't have enough strength and courage."

"Strength? Guts? ”

Chu Lian stood up, he was very tall, and the bronze jade tree lamp shook his shadow, enveloping the woman on the ground in it. The woman bowed her head and prostrate herself in the shadow. The shadow began to shake, circling around her, the suffocating sound of her heartbeat rattling.

"You're scared?"

"Hmm." The woman buried her head lower and also had a black hemorrhoid on the side of her neck.

"The strength he has, he is younger than me, courage? What is courage? Is it greed or lust? He wanted me to die when he was twelve years old, because he didn't have enough courage, and now, he still doesn't have the courage, so when will he have the courage? ”

The shadow left the woman and slowly retracted back into the royal bed: "Do you want to ask, since I have made him the prince, why do I treat him like this?" ”

The woman did not speak, but trembled on the ground.

"You don't have to know, because there are so many whys in this world." The voice gradually weakened, as if with a hint of exhaustion.

The shadow shrank into a place where the light could not shine: "Eighty years ago, my grandfather killed my great-grandfather, seventy years ago, my grandfather was killed by his brother, sixty-two years ago, my grandfather's brother was killed by his son, and then, thirty years ago, I killed my father. It's confusing, isn't it? However, this is fate. ”