"Uncle Huang, do you really want my life?"

I asked again.

But this time, he didn't answer.

The smell of medicine in the room seemed to remind me all the time.

What just happened was real, not an illusion.

I turned my head to look at the person on the bed, "Her life is life, so why is my life so worthless in your eyes." ”

I wanted to raise the corners of my lips, but I raised them, and in the end I didn't raise any arc.

"What is needed now is an introduction, no one wants your life."

Pei Yousheng said.

Gu Minlan seemed to be sober, and her whole person was like a paper man, delicate and unbearable.

Nobody wants my life?

Demons would believe such a thing.

The person just now just laid out his purpose.

"Do you want me to be an introduction, but in the end, if you can't find a way to alleviate it, if that person says that you have to exchange your life for your life, Uncle Huang, how do you choose?"

I went straight in and asked directly.

Look up into his eyes, trying to see something.

I suddenly couldn't figure out that the people I had been with, who had been involved in most of my life, would one day be so strange.

Without waiting for him to answer, I spoke first.

"I thought that in such a long time, there would always be one or two points of sincerity, Uncle Huang, if it weren't for those old hatreds, I wouldn't have come this far, wouldn't I?"

"There are no ifs."

Pei Yousheng's answer was even more crisp and cold.

His voice was always hoarse and deep.

For a moment, it seemed as if the cold wind outside had penetrated my bones, and it was a little cold.

This winter, it's really hard.

"Then who does Uncle Huang choose?"

I held out my wrist and placed it in front of him, and smiled.

"Chang'an, this is what I owe you."

With that, he took out his knife and slashed my wrist.

Blood gushed out instantly.

I was caught in a small bowl.

Bright red blood dripped down.

I didn't even react to the fast, and the pain was even a hindsight.

Numbness, pain.

Soon the small half bowl was filled.

I didn't know what the introduction was, but I could see what it was.

After taking it, the person just now was recruited.

Put something in my bleeding wound, something like a bug.

I put it on, and I got in.

The chubby body squeezed in, and I watched a burst of nausea and nausea.

"What is this?"

I gritted my teeth and said sharply.

But now the situation does not allow me to resist.

It was because of Pei Yousheng's sentence just now, 'I owe you', that all my things were arranged clearly.

Not even a choice.

"Don't be nervous, this is a female Gu, it won't do any harm."

After the man finished speaking, he quickly began to concoct things.

The wound on my wrist was also simply bandaged.

The man handed Pei Yousheng a bowl of blood.

"Feed the princess to drink, it can be temporarily relieved in the past few days, but the follow-up words ......"

That's all he said.

I watched Pei Yousheng carefully help the person on the bed up, and then feed her the bowl.

The movements are gentle, and the patience is something I have never seen before.

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask.

If you compare it, I am even younger than Gu Minlan in terms of age, and I have spent more time with Pei Yousheng than her.

I couldn't figure out why she was the one who chose in the end.

Is it just guilt, or is it mixed with something else?

"Chang'an."

After Pei Yousheng finished feeding her, he looked at me with deep eyes.

"There's not so much why, you're too strong, you can bear this pain, but she can't, she can't withstand any waves."

When he said this, his voice was still very flat.

But it was so gentle that it stabbed me in the heart hard.

"That's why?"

"Then if I soften it up, Uncle Huang, are you going to change your mind?"

I took a few steps forward, closing in on him.

Is it soft?

I can't even remember when I started to be so sharp and strong.

I don't have enough backing, there is no one behind me, all I can rely on is myself, if I don't be tough, what awaits me is the danger and crisis that has been dormant.

I don't know when it will pounce on me, tearing me apart, and there is nothing left.

Pei Yousheng's brows seemed to be habitually furrowed.

It seems that there is a little less fireworks on his body, and more of it is impersonal and indifferent.

"Uncle Huang." I looked up at him, like when I was a child, the tone and dependence I did, but there was still a bit of truth left in this dependence, I couldn't say.

Whether it's sincere or welcoming, my kung fu has always been very good.

"Isn't that enough, what more do you want, Uncle Huang, do you really want me to die?"

I raised my hand, bandaged my wrist to him, looked up at him, bit the tip of my tongue fiercely, and my eyes instantly became sour.

Tears welled up in the wake of it.

Originally, it was just hypocrisy, but in the end, there was really a little bit of my own emotions mixed in, and the tears that welled up almost didn't control it.

"You gave it to me, don't you remember?" There was also a red rope on the injured wrist, which he had given me in the first place.

A very delicate red rope made up.

It's the spoils of war.

I distinctly remember that he jumped off his horse and tied a red rope to me.

"I thought that those hatreds were only in the past, and now they are only now, but in your eyes, I make no difference compared to those captives, right?"

It seems that now is not the time for-for-tat and suspicion everywhere, but the time to get along without scruples.

I was still a young child, able to rely on him without any worries, and he was still the same young boy, standing in the sun and smiling at me.

"Ah Luan, look, this is the trophy I brought you, you have to wear it well, this thing will ward off evil spirits and bless Chang'an."

I was still in the midst of such memories, but his cold voice interrupted memories.

"That's all in the past."

There was no emotion on his face.

All of this I said, in the end, it was only myself who was moved.

"Don't try to be careful."

His brow furrowed even deeper, and he grabbed my wrist and put my other hand down.

"I've run out of patience for a long time, it's best not to try to provoke me, if something really happens, you can't afford the consequences."

His gaze swept over the person on the bed, then lowered his voice and said coldly.

Flipping my sleeves, my arms were exposed, and there were still red marks on them that I had just pinched.