In the previous fights, Wei Xingzhen trusted his claws more than the blades outside his body.

But tonight, he had been holding the Shen Shang in his hand firmly from beginning to end, and in several thrilling moments of life and death, he felt a pulse in the sword body, rising and falling with his breathing.

And every time he retreated briefly, and the thought of fleeing floated, the sword quickly cooled again, becoming indistinguishable from an ordinary sword.

Is it meant to face the enemy head-on?

Wei Xingzhen stared at Jia Gu Heng intently—he wasn't even sure if the thing in front of him was a monster, because on Jia Gu Heng's body, he couldn't see the demon yuan.

…… Even the demonic aura on the horns is very light.

If you don't kill Demon Yuan, even if you cut off Jia Gu Heng's hands and feet and pierce his henchmen, it is impossible to really kill him.

Since you can't find the demon yuan......

And what about splitting his horns?

As soon as this thought surfaced, it immediately aroused a violent fear in Wei Xingzhen's heart.

They surged in an instant, stirring people's internal organs and all their internal organs.

For the first time in her life, Wei Xingzhen found that she was trembling uncontrollably because of fear, and her feet in the snow became stiff and heavy, like a thousand pounds.

And this lingering fear seems to be a part of the bones, cowardice, hesitation, weakness, retreat...... Countless strange and deep emotions were entangled with each other, condensing into a strong and powerful hand, which suddenly choked his throat, like a drowning person rising and falling in a wave of despair, and even breathing became difficult.

It's impossible to do.

From the first time the two of them confronted each other until now, he has been tired of defense, the other party's dark skin is like a natural battle armor, he can't break through Jia Gu Heng's defense at all, let alone split the rhino horn......

But Wei Xingzhen still looked directly into Jia Gu Heng's eyes, everything in this world was temporarily abandoned by him, as if only the surging self was left in front of him - these sudden thoughts did not make Wei Xingzhen surrender, but aroused a strong rebellion and hatred in his heart.

He suddenly realized that if he took a step back before Jia Gu Heng's knife fell, he was afraid that he would be punished and ashamed for it for a long time from now on.

He will endure this torment forever, and he will never have peace for it.

This will be ...... Something worse than death.

At this time, the ginseng in his hand also quickly became hot, as if he had been awakened by some kind of inspiration.

Jia Gu Heng looked at the opponent in front of him, whose aura had changed sharply, and felt that things seemed to be getting interesting.

He shook his spirits and asked in a low voice, "What's your name?" ”

Wei Xingzhen did not answer.

Jia Gu Heng stared intently at the named spirit on his back.

"Ji Zhen ......" Jia Gu Heng was slightly stunned, and his eyes immediately revealed a little infatuation, "Good name." ”

……

"In other words, the name Mei Twelve ......" Feng Yan held the warm cup, "Is it because of the proverb 'peach three plum four plum twelve'?" ”

"Probably, I didn't ask." Defective replied.

He looked at the tea soup in his hand, his wrist shook slightly, and the tea slowly tilted along the edge of the cup, but it never overflowed in the slightest.

"All I know is that my mother's surname is Mei, and she gave me this name."

Feng Yan replied softly, she thought thoughtfully, "So to some extent, this is your real name?" ”

Blemish Ying laughed, "This kind of thing, it doesn't matter. ”

"Is Mr. Mei's medical skills also one of the talents bestowed by the Heavenly Dao?"

Blemish shook her head, "That's my homeschool. ”

Feng Yan felt a little surprised again, but soon relieved, "No wonder ......"

Blemishes raised her eyes and looked at her, "What's the wonder?" ”

"No wonder when I first met you, you said, 'I never lie about medicine.'" Feng Yan said softly, "It turns out that there is such a layer of origin. ”

This subtle insight stirred up a slight ripple in the flawed heart.

In all these years, he had never mentioned these things to anyone.

The partner in the dust-sweeper will not talk too much about his personal affairs, and the glory of hanging the pot among the commoners can be attributed to Cheng Yuan of the Tai Hospital.

At this moment, when it comes to family studies, it is just a matter of interest, and when I mentioned it casually, I never thought that Feng Yan would directly investigate the obsession hidden in it.

Ying Ying suddenly felt that Feng Yan's keen awareness of people was like a gentle hand, and talking to her was like being gently scratched by someone on a wound that was healing and scabbing - it not only scratched the itch, but also aroused a fresh pain in his heart.

“…… I do like plum blossoms, too. Ying said in a low voice.

"Because it's cold?"

"No," she said, putting down her glass, "because it's beautiful." ”

Feng Yan was thoughtful.

"My father and mother once said that when they left their homeland, they dug up a plum tree in front of the door and wanted to take it to Mobei...... It's a pity that it didn't survive. ”

Feng Yan laughed, "People are thrown into a completely unfamiliar place, and it is still difficult to survive, not to mention the grass and trees...... Is the second elder still practicing medicine in Mobei? ”

"They're all gone." Blemish said softly.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, and only the slight sound of tongues of fire licking the coals could be heard in the room.

Hearing a very slight sigh from Feng Yan's side, he raised his head, "Do you often talk to people like this?" ”

"Yes." Feng Yan nodded, "I always live in the same yard, and it would be terrible if there was no one to talk to again." ”

"And your younger siblings?"

Feng Yan smiled faintly, "And the emperor." ”

Flawed eyebrows moved slightly, and Sun Youwei's withered face due to aging quickly appeared in his mind.

“…… It must have been a chore. ”

"It's actually okay to remove the physical discomfort." Feng Yan said in a low voice, "Your Majesty is a very complicated person, and although talking to her is exhausting, it is also fun-"

"What about the conversation with me?"

The movement in Feng Yan's hand stopped, and she raised her head, her gaze just intersecting with Flaw.

Bleed Ying's silver eyes stared at Feng Yan.

He didn't know what he was expecting, but he did want to hear the answer.

Feng Yan pondered for a moment, "...... It's contradictory. ”

"Why the contradiction," blemish said softly, "aren't you dragging me here with your conversation, aren't you buying more time for the others, your purpose...... Isn't it already reached. ”

Feng Yan sighed lightly.

"Since you've guessed everything...... she calmly placed the teacup on the table, "and why did you follow me all the way here?" ”

Blemish was silent.

After a long time, he lifted the teapot and began to pour tea into his cup.

"The other night, I had a dream," said Blemish softly, "and I dreamed that I had dug up a plum tree on the bank of a mountain river with all my might, and I dreamed that the tree was not dead...... So here I am tonight. ”

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