"That's a good idea."

The night was solemn, and Pu Xun was already against the moonlight, and the outline was even more difficult to distinguish.

It's just that he is full of frustration and sadness in this sentence, as if a hero who has been undefeated for many years suddenly encountered a dilemma that cannot be solved, and none of the tactics he is familiar with can solve the current situation, and he has a body of outstanding martial arts but cannot break this crisis. So, the hero sat on the ground, holding the wine jug, facing the desperate chaos, but he suddenly said with relief, 'Drunk and lying on the battlefield, don't smile, the ancient battle is a few people back to ......'

It was a kind of sadness, but also a kind of tragedy.

And this kind of feeling can only be vividly interpreted by Pu Xun and moving.

"Yue'er, if we rebuild the cave room here, can we replace the painful memory of that night with my gentleness? Can we also usher in a new beginning with the rising sun of tomorrow? ”

Pu Xun's voice is rich and powerful, and it is the type that makes people feel very safe.

And when this voice is tempered with a little melancholy and powerlessness, it will be like the gentlest knife, straight into the heart, stirring the soul, making people want to hug him and comfort him.

It's just a pity that the person in his arms today is Chu Xinyue.

Chu Xinyue, who was deceived by his appearance and paid a heavy price for it.

"The general can do whatever he wants, anyway, this is the general's mansion, even if I cut my throat, no one will come to save me. You are for the knife and I am for the fish, except for the fact that I ask you for some prostitution afterwards, I can't do anything to you. ”

"You can."

Pu Xun sighed deeply, and then put Chu Xinyue on a wooden Taishi chair, Chu Xinyue realized that he had been carried into the main courtyard by Pu Xun unknowingly without noticing.

It's just that Pu Xun didn't carry her into the nightmare room, but went to the south corner of the courtyard.

This is where Pu Xun practiced martial arts on weekdays, and this Taishi chair was specially prepared for Chu Xinyue before.

Before that night, she had sat here countless times, holding a fruit bowl or a snack like candied fruit, watching him practice the eighteen weapons with great vigor, and applauded and applauded it.

Now sitting here, I only feel like sitting on pins and needles, and my mind is unsettled.

Pu Xun knelt on one knee, clasped his hands to protect Chu Xinyue's little hand in the palm of his hand, he looked up at Chu Xinyue's eyes, and said seriously and prudently: "You once said that my life is up to me. But as far as I'm concerned, it's up to you to decide what my blessings and woes, my life and death. ”

Chu Xinyue looked at Pu Xun and didn't speak, Pu Xun gently kissed the back of Chu Xinyue's hand, and then straightened the hind legs that touched the ground, and the whole person moved back and stood up directly, he took a step back, and at the same time pulled out a soft sword from the weapon rack, moved his wrist a little and shook a sword flower, and then danced the sword in the moonlight.

The cold light on the blade seemed to draw cracks in the dark night, and a faint but non-negligible light shone in through the night.

Hmmm-

After a sword shadow, beads of blood bloomed in the moonlight with the sound of the wind, like Manshu Sawa on the other side, dangerously beautiful but fascinating.

Whew—

There were two sword shadows again, and this time Chu Xinyue saw clearly that there were already many scars of different shades on Pu Xun's body, but the sword was too sharp, and it did not bleed immediately after it was cut, but as the amplitude of the dance became larger and larger, the first wound began to bloom outward, revealing a blurred scene of flesh and blood.