"If you want to kill me, I should kill you," the white-haired man had already sensed Wu Bencao's murderous intent, and didn't care if he was really poisoned, just because he had this thought, he planned to cut the grass and eradicate the roots and eliminate the trouble.

The situation that Wu Bencao was worried about when he first saved people happened, and this person seemed to be a vicious person who regarded human life like a mustard and wanted to harm him in turn.

He quickly got up, grasped the hilt of his sword, and stared at the man in the darkness, waiting for him.

"I am the one who brought you back and made you safe from the enemy. I am your savior, and you owe me my life! And you, as soon as you woke up, stunned my cat and exposed its murderous aura, isn't it wrong for me to take some self-protection measures in order to protect myself?"

He was sweating profusely, and his heart was beating wildly.

The white-haired man's strength was too terrifying, far beyond his cognition, and he knew that once he made a move, he would have no chance of winning. So far, he can only use a dead horse as a live horse doctor, rub his tongue with the other party, know the reason, and maybe find a glimmer of life.

The white-haired man was still lying on the bed, not moving, and after hearing his words, he said in surprise: "Cat? I thought that you could become its owner, and your identity should not be simple. Hearing you say this, it seems that you are in the dark, and you don't know that it is an ancient relic. ”

No wonder he would have a killing intent at Xiao Yu, and he could see through its origin at a glance, thus doubting Wu Bencao's motives. In his opinion, Wu Bencao's background is unknown, and he will not save him for no reason, and there must be another mystery behind it.

Wu Bencao reacted alertly, pretending to be stupid, "What ancient relic? I don't understand what you're talking about, it's greasy and didn't provoke you, why do you want to poison it?"

The white-haired man turned his head to look at the window, knowing that Xiao Yu had woken up and was quietly dormant outside the window, and said, "Don't take it as an example." No matter how much you guess, it's rotten in your stomach, and if you dare to divulge a word, you're welcome. ”

Previously, after Xiao Fu rushed into the house, he yelled at the white-haired man several times.

Wu Bencao was still too weak to understand its language, and he didn't know what it wanted to express, but the white-haired man understood it, and was disgusted by the message it sent, so he glanced at it casually and stunned it.

There's a reason why he looks like he's mighty.

At this moment, as soon as his warning words were finished, several whistling sounds floated outside the window, rapid and sharp, apparently answering him.

"Greasy, greasy...... Reverse!"

For some reason, Xiao Greasy and the white-haired man were able to communicate normally.

The white-haired man replied, "With you, a little brute, you are also worthy of bargaining with me?" I will not do anything to take revenge, it is true that he rescued me home, but it is true that he wanted to harm me just now, and this time it will be canceled out. ”

Wu Bencao came to the window and approached Xiao Yu, guessing that it was negotiating for himself, and wanted to make the white-haired man's subordinates merciful.

The white-haired man sat up and looked at Wu Bencao from a distance, his eyes were cold, "Boy, don't think that you really have a life-saving grace for me. That night I had nothing to love, and I wanted to die, only to be hurt like that, and fall in front of your house, just not wanting to move. ”

Wu Bencao was silent, and said in his heart, the dead duck has a hard mouth, if you are bent on death, and you really have the courage to die, then what are you going to run away from, just stay in front of the enemy.

The white-haired man continued: "Also, I didn't want to wake up and see this dirty world again. Did you use fish soup to arouse my subconscious and force me to wake up involuntarily, and you say, should I thank you, or should I hate you?"

A person who wants to escape from reality and immerse himself in drunken dreams and death is the most desperate choice. Whoever wakes him up and forces him to face the cruel reality, for himself, repeating the sea of suffering, is tantamount to trying to torture him.

From this point of view, he should hate Wu Materia Medica.

Wu Bencao's face was full of sweat, and it kept flowing down.

He realized that this question directly determined his life and death, and he could not prevaricate rashly, but he could not answer it positively. The best thing to do is to say something ambiguous about chicken soup to get the person into it, and get caught up in self-entanglement and struggle, so that the spearhead can be removed.

He took a deep breath, sat back on the edge of the bed, and asked, "You hate the air in this world, but the air is unconscious, and it doesn't want to run into you, it's your nose that has to suck it in." So, is it the air's fault, or is it your nose's fault?"

The white-haired man was stunned, pondering the meaning of his words, feeling that there was a hidden Zen machine, and he didn't speak again for a while.

Seeing this, Wu Bencao knew that there was a door, so he casually lit the kerosene lamp and continued: "I stewed a bowl of fish soup and enjoyed it for myself, but I don't know the origin of your fish soup, and I didn't put it next to you for you to smell, is it my fault or your nose's fault?"

Unexpectedly, the white-haired man snorted coldly, and was not led by his nose, and retorted: "However, it was you who brought the fish soup into the house and gave me a chance to smell it, and you are the culprit!"

Wu Bencao's pupils trembled, his nerves tensed to the extreme again, he observed the other party's face, and defended: "This is just an ordinary bowl of fish soup, you smell its fragrance, and your body will not cause any discomfort." It's the memories that make you uncomfortable, not the fish soup itself, so why should I say it's my fault?"

In a trance, he remembered the TV series "Wulin Gaiden" he watched in his previous life, and Lu Xiucai successfully fooled the powerful enemy through some sophistry, causing the other party to commit suicide on the spot. He risked his life tonight to play tricks, I don't know if the person in front of him is willing to cooperate, and he also committed suicide.

The white-haired man's face was grim, and he was not brought into the pit, "If you don't bring fish soup, how can my memories come out?"

Wu Bencao sat opposite and said awe-inspiringly: "If there is no karmic cause, how can there be karmic results? He doesn't make memories, so how can you be afraid of smelling the fish soup and waking up from a coma?"

When the white-haired man heard this, his eyes narrowed suddenly, bursting out with superb killing intent.

"What did you say?"

He raised his hand suddenly, and an invisible attraction suddenly burst out, and through a few feet of air, he directly sucked Wu Bencao's whole person over and choked his neck.

Wu Bencao's cheeks were flushed, and he was pinched by this palm, and he was about to suffocate.

At the moment of life and death, he stared at his pupils vigorously and roared with difficulty: "You can't hide, you live like this rather than death, it will only make the person who made the memories disappointed in you and make him regret giving you ......"

This sentence consumed the last of his strength.

With that, his head hung and he fell unconscious.

The white-haired man was staring at him, and all his anger was aroused, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned. When Wu Bencao's body was paralyzed, he was stunned again, and his mind was empty.

He actually knew very well that the fault was not on this young man, he just wanted to vent, and he didn't really want to kill Wu Bencao.

Now, when a man is dead and angry, is he satisfied?

He was silent for a moment, picked up Wu Bencao on the ground, and began to instill true qi.

He wants to revive Wu Bencao and let Wu Bencao finish his words.

He had a strong premonition that perhaps the boy would be able to help him guide him through the maze and find redemption and liberation.