He Ping looked at the young man under the moon by the stream.

He was dripping with blood, after all, he had just skinned a tiger.

But his body, his hands, and his face were clean, and there was no blood at all.

This in itself is part of the competency.

"You know how dangerous it is out there right now!" He Ping continued.

"Yes, I know." Fang Bei smiled: "I'm really unhappy that one day I will be warned like this by Sister Ping." ”

"Because I feel like you're messing around." He Ping said: "Lin Xue is outside, she will die." ”

"Yes, everybody is going to die." Fang Bei began to use a knife to shave off the fascia and meat residue on the tiger bones little by little, as we all know, tiger bones are a precious medicinal material, but tiger meat is not. "Even you and I are the same."

The normal way to remove the meat should be to stew the meat over high heat, and the meat residue will come down naturally, but this will slightly damage the medicinal properties of the tiger bones.

Fang Bei chose to shave the fascia and flesh with a knife, although this is a means of preserving the medicinal properties, but it is more than a pastime and a show-off.

"I remember Sister Ping said something, didn't you?" Fang Bei looked at He Ping: "I think I'm the biggest." ”

There are so many things in this world that you can't think about.

Because the world never revolves around you.

He Ping fell silent under the moon.

"I thought you wouldn't." He Ping said.

"Being able to do more of what you want to do." Fang Bei took the tiger bones, and the fascia floated flesh was picked away, revealing only Bai Shengsheng's true colors: "It's good." ”

"I've heard about the bazaar during the day." He Ping continued: "If Ningxia didn't stop Hei Wu at that time, what would you do? ”

"What else can I do?" Fang Bei smiled: "Of course I killed him." ”

"It's not like something you'd do." He Ping said.

"If I had a choice, I would be a good person." Don't look back at He Ping, the young man was sitting on a big stone by the stream, surrounded by white bones.

"But I didn't have a choice at the time."

"If I don't make a move, the three of them will have to die, Sister Ping is not here, and no one is giving me a cover, I am also very bitter."

"But the other way around." Don't pick up the scoop of water at hand, scoop up a scoop of stream water, pour it on the boulder, and wash away the blood-stained flesh on the boulder.

"I've sharpened a sword for ten years, but I haven't tried the frost blade."

"Sharpening the sword is for the day when the sword is tested."

"I'm trying my best to make myself stronger."

"It's hope, when one day, someone says to me, your most precious thing can only choose the same."

"I can say, I want them all."

"For example, Sister Ping's life and mine can only choose the same time."

He Ping listened quietly and said nothing.

"But you know, you're not strong enough." He Ping said.

"It's not strong enough, it's enough to kill Hei Wu." Fang Bei said quietly.

He turned the tiger skin, which had been peeled off completely, with the fur downward, and began to wash the blood stains from it with a scoop of water.

The water rushing down is a vivid red at first, then slowly turning pink, and finally becoming almost transparent and colorless.

And all this is rolling away with the stream.

He Ping could only sigh, and then said, "Yes, I can't be by your side at all times. ”

"And Sister Ping, you're also old." Fang Bei said.

"I'm not old!" He Ping said immediately.

Women are still very sensitive to the fact that they are old or not.

"Sister Ping, you're almost thirty." Fang Bei said.

"Do you remember? When we first met, you were eighteen or nineteen. ”

"At that time, I knew you were strong, but I didn't know you would be so strong at that time."

"But whether you admit it or not, one thing is true."

Fang Bei stood by the stream, watering the tiger skin and said quietly.

"You're not as strong as you used to be."

"And you'll get weaker and weaker in the future."

He Ping didn't speak, because sometimes, the right thing really can't be refuted.

Especially when both sides are well aware of this.

"So I'll take your place and try to be stronger than you were at the beginning."

He Ping shook his head: "But it doesn't have to be so fast." ”

"At least, I'll have a few more years to last."

Fang Bei couldn't help but laugh, and the laughter was clear, echoing on the stream.

"I also hope that Sister Ping can live a few more years."

"And, for the past ten years, I've actually been thinking about one thing."

"What's the matter?" He Ping asked.

"I've been thinking about it all the time." Fang Bei looked at He Ping, looked at He Ping's black eyes.

"I'm wondering when I will be able to help Sister Ping shelter you from the wind and rain."

"Instead of always curling up under your protection, the only thing I can do is to make a mess for you."

"At that time, I kept thinking about how strong you are, Sister Ping."

"But I can't see through it all the time, I can't see through it all the time."

"The first lesson you taught me was that wisdom hurts your body, and you don't hide it."

"All along, I didn't know how deeply your sword was hidden, Sister Ping, although you are a fighter who claims to do your best in every assassination."

"But I can only see that my opponent is defenseless in front of you."

"Until recently."

"I just vaguely realized where your limit is, Sister Ping."

"But I became even more unhappy."

"Do you know why?"

He Ping stood in place, the moonlight shining on her.

She didn't say a word.

The woman in green in the moonlight has a picturesque appearance.

Fang Bei smiled bitterly.

"Because I'm slowly realizing that it's not because I'm getting stronger."

"It's that you're getting weaker."

In that moment, the whole world was almost silent.

There was silence, only the leaves falling in the distance, only the moonlight pouring down, and only the stream flowing silently.

He Ping looked at Fang Bei, quietly, and nodded his chin.

"Is your illness that serious?" Fang Bei got the answer he had guessed, but he was really not happy at all.

Just like the sadness that every child feels when he realizes one day that his parents are not omnipotent, or even dying of old age.

"It's so serious that you're not even thirty years old, and your strength has begun to decline so obviously."

"You are willing to say anything to me, but only about your illness, you have never said anything."

"I can guess a few, but there are some things that I can't ask if you don't ask."

He Ping sighed: "If the time is right, I will tell you." ”

"So it's not right now." Fang Bei shook his head and smiled: "The reason why you proposed this fifty taels of wall repair fee is because you want to temporarily leave Shang Jiu Ge in Los Angeles for ten days, right?" ”

He Ping nodded and did not speak.

"L.A. is your shelter, so if something really happens to Shang Jiuge, you might as well help," Fang Bei shook his head and smiled.

"Say it." Fang Bei looked at He Ping: "The hive assassin who killed Shang Jiuge, is it already on the way now?" ”