The ghost only remembered the sword and the shadow of the sword, the slash that the enemy slashed at him when he was finally exhausted, and the back of the golden knife that slowly fell after blocking the knife for him.

He frowned tightly, remembering that the little partridge had walked out of the temple, stepped over the corpse-strewn land, and slew all the remaining enemies. The little partridge walked up to him covered in scars, crouched down, put the golden knife on his back, and entered the temple. The ghost looked at him sadly and muttered a final plea: "Save him, save him......"

No matter how he died, he didn't want Jin to save himself in the name of saving him.

But the little partridge walked into the temple without looking back, and after a while, before the ghost was on the verge of a coma, the little partridge came out again. Behind him, the temple collapsed and eventually became a ruin.

"No......" Ghost shook his head and tried to get up to stop him, but the little partridge walked up to him and looked at him with a blank face.

He raised his hand and slapped the back of Oni's neck, before he fell unconscious, Onimiso seemed to vaguely remember something, and he couldn't remember the memories of a long time ago.

During the time he was unconscious, he always heard someone calling him: "Partridge, partridge." "The voice is still immature.

He was a little impatient, and turned back to the man and asked, "What do you always tell me to do?" He was surprised to find that his voice was also immature, like some kind of child.

"You're hurt again today because you're worried about you, aren't you? Does it hurt? The man approached him, but neither the face nor the whole figure was hidden in the darkness, and the ghost could not see clearly.

"Don't care about me anymore, you can't protect yourself, how can you care about me?" The ghost is very impatient.

"Because you are my good brother, even if I die one day, I will definitely send you to a safe place before I die." The man spoke very firmly, and it was clear that he was still a child's voice.

Ghost frowned tightly, and was about to reach over to hold the man's hand, when in the next moment, the sound of swords clashing sounded on all sides, and men and horses crisscrossed in all directions, letting out one terrifying roar after another.

He remembered this scene, this was the original war, and it was in this war that he fled while no one was paying attention to him.

He remembered running across the mountains into a small village, running as fast as he could, until his legs were unconscious, and finally he fell to his knees. He looked around and found himself on the edge of a dilapidated house, and in front of him three or two men were getting closer and closer, but they didn't seem to want his life.

They were drunk and smiling lewdly, and one of them said, "There's a boy over there, who looks good." ”

"When did you like to play with men too?" Another said.

"Men and women, aren't they all the same? What is this," the man snorted, "besides, where can I find a woman in this chaos?" There's such a kid, that's good. ”

As he spoke, he also took a few steps closer to Ghost Sorrow, and said with a smile: "And look at it, how delicate this looks like." ”

The ghost moved backwards, shook his head, and refused their approach in a hoarse voice: "Don't come." ”

"Don't go over? But how can I help you? Are you hungry? Child? The man walked towards Oni Mi and untied the belt around his waist. His smell of alcohol almost drowned out the ghosts.

"I told you not to come!" Onimi's eyes were red, and he felt that his eyes were moist, as if he was about to cry.

His palms groped behind him, and finally, he touched a stone with sharp horns. He grabbed the stone and looked at the man opposite, his legs, which had already lost consciousness, seemed to have strength again, and they could bounce up at any time and deliver the fatal blow in his hand......

Onimi suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the soft bed, the bedding and pillows that Daishuang had just changed for him some time ago, and there was a faint fragrance at this time.

It was not a dilapidated house, but an antique room, with landscape paintings hanging on the walls, bookshelves, antique vases, and various scrolls, and a screen of jackdaws playing in the water in front of the bed. It was a familiar thing to him.

At this time, there were some other people in the room talking in low voices, as if to not disturb his rest.

He heard an old voice: "The injury of Lord Ghost Chou is indeed not a big deal, but it is ......" This should be the doctor, and Ghost Chou has always been unable to remember what the doctor's surname is, and it doesn't matter.

"Just what?" This is a woman's voice, and the ghost knows that it is the princess of Qi who he is very familiar with.

Hearing her voice, the ghost's tense body relaxed, and he lay down again, looking motionlessly at the top of the bed, and continued to listen to the voices and conversations outside the door.

I heard the doctor continue: "It's just that because the strain this time is too serious, if you want to return to the previous state, I'm afraid it's impossible, and the only thing you can do now is to recuperate." The old man will prescribe a prescription, and you will write it down, Princess, and then twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, and cook the medicine for the ghost to take it. ”

The ghost was lying on the bed with no expression.

And Liu Qingyan outside thanked the doctor, handed over the prescription to Dashuang, and asked her to arrange for someone to catch the medicine, then sighed, turned her head to Lu Yujian beside her and said, "In the future, I will trouble you to take care of the ghosts." ”

"Sister, don't worry, even if you don't say it, we will take good care of him." Lu Yujian patted her chest.

"Yes, princess," said Wang Zhaoye, "we are also excellent brothers who are born and die with ghosts, and we should take care of him." ”

Liu Qingyan snorted: "If you really treat him as a good brother, you should go and heat up the meal now." You see, it's getting dark, and he must not have eaten. ”

Wang Zhao nodded: "What the princess said is that the two of us will go now." ”

These words were heard word for word into the ears of the ghost, and he felt that his heart was warm.

Liu Qingyan walked into the room lightly, and the ghost was still lying on the bed with her eyes open. She was a little surprised when she saw the ghost: "So you have woken up?" ”

The ghost said "um" and said, "Princess, thank you." ”

"Thank you?" Liu Qingyan raised her eyebrows, walked to his bed and sat down.

The ghost looked at her worriedly: "If I hadn't met you, I would still be a killer with no fixed home." In other words, I killed people for the prince and went through my life insensitively. If you are lucky in the future, you will die of old age, and if you are a little unlucky, you will fail the mission and die under the knife of others. ”

Liu Qingyan sighed and didn't speak, but the ghost paused and continued: "But I'm not afraid of death, what I'm afraid of is that after I die, no one will remember me." It's like there's never been a person like me in the world. ”

"You ......" Liu Qingyan moved her lips, but she didn't say anything after all.

"But it's different now," Ghost saw that he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Because of you, Wang Zhao, and Yujian, I finally know that I also have friends and people who care." ”

For a man who has been bloodied for too long, the most important thing is not that someone hands him a lot of gold, silver and jewels and asks him to go and kill, but simply needs someone who takes his hand and tells him to stop killing and dedicate his true feelings to him.

And in the life of ghosts, the group of people met in the palace of King Qi were the latter.

Liu Qingyan was also a little moved, stretched out her hand, and silently touched the ghostly forehead. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she said, "By the way, I'm very curious, why did you come back with the little partridge?" ”

The ghost looked at Liu Qingyan with sorrow, and his heart was unusually calm. He opened his mouth and told Liu Qingyan all the things he had about the Golden Wrong Knife, including the two of them releasing their suspicions in front of Xingqi, and the fact that the two of them met a large group of Khitans, and finally he fell to the ground due to physical exhaustion, and watched the little partridge destroy the temple.

In the past, he forced himself to forget about those things that were not so good, and even deliberately changed his memory.

But now, Onimi found that he didn't need to force himself to do something like that, he could accept the bad things in the past, and even taste some good things in between.

Liu Qingyan sat in front of the bed and patiently listened to the stories he told.

When the ghost finally finished speaking, Wang Zhao and Lu Yujian were also standing by the screen. The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, not knowing if they had heard it all.

It's a little strange that the devil didn't notice their arrival.

The four of them were silent for a long time, and in the end, it was Lu Yujian's belly that broke the silence and screamed for a while.

Wang Zhao couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth and smiled. Lu Yujian touched her belly and looked at Liu Qingyan with a smile: "Sister, the food is hot, can we eat together?" ”

"Do you want to go together?" Liu Qingyan looked at the ghost and saw sorrow.

Ghost saw sorrow and nodded: "Naturally, I want to go." He sat up and asked casually, "Do you make what I like to eat?" ”

Liu Qingyan joked with a serious face: "I guess it's gone, we didn't know you were coming back to eat tonight." ”

Ghost Sorrow also joked together: "Then I will be sad and bad, princess, you don't believe that I will come back......"

Lu Yujian snorted: "Are you coquettish?" Weird funny. ”

Liu Qingyan couldn't help laughing, and the ghost also smiled lowly, and soon, the four of them laughed together.