In the clean room of the secret room in the basement of the west courtyard of Shou'an Hall, hot air curls from a huge wooden barrel.

Zhu Rong lay on the low couch by the barrel, smelling the familiar smell of medicine in the air, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

"Didn't you say I was hopeless? Why are you willing to save me again when Grandma begs? The smile on the young man's ugly face was distorted, "It seems that you can't be saved, but you just want someone to kneel and beg you." ”

He looked at the girl standing straight beside him and said maliciously.

There were only the two of them in the clean room now, and Zhu Yue was arranged in another room to be served by Mrs. Chen, so he spoke more and more unscrupulously.

The girl in front of her didn't say a word, just stared at the sword in her hand.

This is the sword that has just been delivered to her.

Hearing Zhu Luan's request before, Old Taijun Bai was stunned for a moment.

Then the old man thought about it seriously, nodded and said, "Okay, I understand." “

Old lady Bai walked outside the secret room on crutches, "I will prepare what you want." ”

It didn't take long for Mrs. Chen and a few henchmen to prepare a medicinal bath, and then a bloodied man walked in. It turned out to be Wei Yong, who was originally fighting outside.

Wei Yong walked up to Zhu Luan without saying a word, and handed her a heavy sword in the army.

"This is the old man's sword." After this man said this, he turned around and walked out again, and he didn't even have a chance to ask Zhu Luan about the situation outside.

This sword looks old, and the style is unpretentious, and it is the same sword commonly used in the army.

The handle and scabbard are so smooth that they look like they're often wiped off.

Zhu Luan pulled out his sword with a sigh, and there was a line of cold light on the blade, the blade was bright, and the evil aura came to his face.

This kind of evil qi can only be cultivated by the cultivation of blood.

"Good sword." Zhu Luan stared at the sword in his hand and praised softly.

"Of course, this is Grandpa's sword." Zhu Rong looked at her from the side, his words were full of pride, "Grandpa used this sword to kill the enemy in blood and help Emperor Taizu defeat the Great Zhou Dynasty." ”

Then the young man's tone became humiliated and unwilling, "But I didn't expect that such a sword would actually fall into your hands, a little girl like you probably wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken, why pick up this sword." ”

Zhu Luan put the sword into the sheath and looked at the young man who was staring at her on the bed with a smile, "You are dying, and there are so many words." ”

"I can't help it." Zhu Rong gasped for breath, raised his hand to wipe the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, "Before you die, say everything you want to say, and it will not be in vain." ”

"There's a saying in my hometown." Zhu Luan bent down and carefully examined the young man's face.

The girl approached suddenly, her radiant eyes locked on him, and in those big, bright eyes, for some reason there was no embarrassment and anger, only the gentlest and most stubborn pity.

Zhu Rong was stunned.

Then he turned his head a little uncomfortably and shouted, "Look at what! Something to say. ”

Zhu Luan straightened up and said while laughing, "That sentence is, if you don't die, you won't die." ”

"You!" Zhu Rong couldn't understand this strange sentence, but he understood that it was not a good word, and grinded his teeth angrily.

"You're dying, don't worry about so many things, just think about surviving by any means, isn't it?" The girl stood with her back to him and said lightly.

Zhu Rong fell silent.

Then a slight muttering voice squeezed out of the young man's mouth, "I understand my own body, you didn't harm me before, I did it myself." ”

The young man's original arrogant fire seems to be extinguished by a large bowl of lotus heart water, and the fear of death, the yearning for freedom, and the nostalgia for this world converge into complex emotions.

"I ...... It's not worth paying such a big price for my grandmother, and I don't want anyone to die because of me...... It's not worth your ......" The young man's voice became fainter and weaker, like smoke in an incense burner, drifting up, gradually dissipating, and finally there was no trace.

"What am I going to?" Zhu Luan looked back at him.

Zhu Rong turned his head and didn't look at her.

He knew the pros and cons of the current situation at a glance - if he could be saved according to the original plan, since the woman had rushed back, there was no reason to say that she was not saved.

He's just physically ugly, and his brain isn't stupid.

Naturally, I figured it out.

Grandma begged her like that before she agreed.

It's not that it can't be saved, but I'm afraid it's extremely risky, and she will have to pay a lot of price.

Zhu Rong quietly turned his head to look at the back of the woman standing in front of him, the kind of easy, careless aura, and perfunctory ability to make people speechless - Zhu Rong suddenly had an illusion, as if the person standing in front of him was not a weak and slender girl, but a legendary hermit who came and went without a trace.

Zhu Luan saw that Zhu Rong didn't speak, turned his back to check the medicinal materials in the bathtub, "Although I don't know what you guessed, I promised my great-grandmother to save you, and I will be responsible to the end." ”

Zhu Luan walked to Zhu Rong's bed again and looked at him condescendingly.

"I'll just ask you, do you want to live?"

Zhu Rong gritted his teeth and didn't speak, just stared at her.

Zhu Luan quietly stared at the young man's eyes, his pupils were pure black, like a cold cave, and there were two fiery desires in it, burning his soul.

This look is familiar, like pathos.

It was the eyes of Miss Zhu Jiu when she crossed over, the eyes of the sniper who was betrayed on the battlefield, and the eyes of the princess who was alone in the burning garden.

Zhu Luan stuffed his fingers between the young man's teeth, rudely pried his mouth open, and coldly ordered, "Say." ”

The corners of the young man's eyes burned red, and he longed to fight with reason, and finally came to the verge of collapse under the coercion of external forces.

The pry open mouth leaked the owner's heart.

"Yes." He said humiliatingly.

Zhu Luan smiled with satisfaction and rolled up his sleeves, "In this way, your wish will be satisfied." ”

"What are you going to do?" Zhu Rong's eyes widened and he asked in surprise.

Zhu Luan reached out and stuffed a piece of cloth into the young man's mouth, "It will probably hurt later, this is to prevent you from biting off your tongue." ”

With that, a pair of hands reached over and untied his shirt.

Zhu Rong's eyes were sad, and he remembered the sentence that people are swordsmen and I am fish and meat.

He couldn't laugh anymore, his cheeks were flushed, and the girl's hands were very neat, and he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside, and then his middle coat was also ripped off.

Zhu Rong looked at the white face of the woman not far away, her face did not have a trace of shyness, but showed seriousness and seriousness, not like she was taking off a man's clothes, but as if she was completing some delicate steps.

With the coolness coming from his body, Zhu Rong's ears also became hot.

With a thud, the last strand of fabric left his body.

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