Chang Qianfo discussed things with Yang Ye at the end of the desk. Mu Dianke was depressed, unable to lift his strength, and said that he was tired of a thousand Buddhas, and went back to his room to rest.

Outside the window, the wind picked up at some point, and the branches of the trees rattled.

She lay on the head of the bed, only to feel that her heart was like the whimpering wind outside the window, and she was terrified.

Blood, can it really only be compensated with more blood?

Even if one day she gets revenge, but she creates a killing karma that can't be washed away by eternal reincarnation, is that really considered consummation?

She didn't sleep peacefully last night because of the pain of the wound, and she was really tired, thinking about it and falling asleep in a daze.

In my dream, I saw the fire again, and I saw the rolling Yellow River with turbid waves, and I returned to Chang'an and saw the corpses of the Jin family's mansion all over the place.

In the sea of thousands of people, she was crying, fighting, struggling like a trapped beast.

Chang Qianfo stepped on the auspicious clouds and stretched out his hand to her with a smile.

She stretched out her hand to him and cried out, "Take me away, take me away." ”

But in the next moment, countless pairs of white bones stretched out from the ground, grabbing her ankles tightly.

Every voice was so familiar, yet so distant. It's my grandfather, my grandmother, my aunt, my cousin, my mother, and my mother.

They begged bitterly: "Si'er, don't go, don't leave us!" ”

Her long eyelashes were like black butterfly wings stained with raindrops, and she trembled a few times, and she woke up from her sleep, her tears wetting a large piece of the pillow towel.

A large hand landed on the pillow, gently wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes.

There were calluses on her fingertips, scraping her soft skin, and the rough and heavy touch made her heart suddenly settle down.

She heard him say in a hoarse voice above her head:

"Dian Ke, I hate to replace you and bear all the hardships for you."

With his words, it is enough.

Because of the countless crazy thoughts he gave birth, the pain and entanglement born from these crazy thoughts, and the countless tossing and turning nights that suffered for him, because of this sentence, all were gently smoothed out.

She got up suddenly, threw herself into his arms, put her hands around his neck, and buried a tear-stained face in his neck.

She forgot that she still had injuries on her body, Chang Qianfo did not forget, reached out to support her body, and hastily touched the palm of her chest with a ball of elasticity, but this situation was not half a thought, quietly hugged her and sat down, with pity in her eyes.

He still remembers that Tong'er, the youngest granddaughter of the third aunt's family, was very clingy to him when she was young, whether she was wronged or happy, she liked to drill into his arms. Two small hands wrapped around his neck, rubbing against his neck like a little loach, spewing hot and moist air, making people's hearts soften.

His pawn is such a fragile girl, she trusts him like a child, relies on him, is willing to remove the cold shell in front of him, open her heart, no matter whether she is sad or happy, she will no longer hide it.

He felt distressed and rejoiced at the same time.

Mu Dianke buried his head in his neck, and asked in an urn voice, "Do you know everything about my brother?" ”

Chang Qianfo nodded.

Because of Mu Dianke, he paid special attention to Jin Yanchen's movements.

Jin Yanchen contacted the courtiers in Jiankang and had frequent activities, all of which he knew.

I just didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, it was a grudge between Jin Yanchen and the royal family surnamed Liu, and he couldn't interfere, and there was no reason to interfere.

However, the court's rescue was delayed, and he did not seal the city, did not do anything, and allowed the displaced people to flee in all directions and spread the plague, and it was only then that he realized that something was wrong.

Jin Yanchen is not an ordinary charlatan.

Jin Yanchen's talent, as well as his wisdom, means and courage, make him never confined to the ordinary way of killing in the rivers and lakes.

In other words, he will not be satisfied with a long-term way of revenge, exhausting the strength of the rest of his life, slowly pulling out those enemies who participated in the destruction of the Jin family one by one, and slowly killing them one by one.

What he has to do is to finish his work in one thing, which is far more terrible than revenge.

Chang Qianfo thought, if he were Jin Yanchen, what would he do?

After ten years of hibernation, I suddenly discovered a shocking secret, and found that my road to revenge was far more difficult and long than I imagined, and I am afraid that anyone will feel broken, right?

It is reasonable that Jin Yanchen would have such a move. However, no matter how sympathetic Jin Yanchen is emotionally, he is on the opposite side of the people after all, he wants this plague to spread endlessly, he wants to build a ladder of revenge with the bones of tens of millions of people, then they are enemies.

Mu Dianke also guessed it, that's why she was so embarrassed and so painful.

And that's not all.

She set out to investigate the theft of the Western medicine storehouse, and asked Li Zhe to inquire about Du Simian's movements, indicating that in her heart, she had already decided that she had brought disaster to Huairentang.

She's already thinking about going. It's just reluctant to struggle.

Chang Qianfo lowered his head, held Mu Dianke's face, and said softly:

"Dian Ke, if you have made a decision, I will not stop you. But please believe me once, let me stand in front of you, shelter you from the wind and rain, plan everything, and let me be your dependence, okay? ”

The low and mellow voice, with an irresistible one, drilled into the heart in wisps.

Reason told Mu Dianke that she should refuse, but what she opened her mouth to say was: "Okay." ”

She was stunned by her actions.

But I felt a kind of exhilaration.

She seemed to hear a "bang", and the plug that blocked her chest was pulled out, and her depression was exhausted.

She smiled like a flower, and shouted in his ear: "Good! ”

She said, "Thousand Buddhas, I always believe in you." I believe in you at all times. ”

She has been restrained for so long, embarrassed for herself for so long, at this moment, she just wants to indulge.

She wanted to tell him that she loved him and couldn't bear him, and she wanted to be by his side for the rest of her life.

When she was blocked in the deep alley, her life hanging by a thread, there was only one thought in her heart:

She's going to come back alive to see him!

If she never told him until she died, how much she liked him in her heart and longed for him, that would be the most regrettable and saddest thing in this life!

She told him about her inner struggles, her worries and worries, and she didn't hold back.

She said: "Thousand Buddhas, I am a witch, carrying countless blood and human lives on my body, if you are with me, it will bring disaster to you, and you will be spurned by the world, are you still willing to hold my hand?" ”

"Thousand Buddhas, I have a sea of blood and revenge to revenge, I don't know how far I can live, what step I can fight, if one day, you see my hideous face, you can't stand such hard work, will you regret it?"

"Thousand Buddhas, I'm afraid that if one day, your grandfather has to choose between me and him, what will you do?"