Chapter 222 Injuries

Deep in the woods, the stream is babbling and flowing, and the water is crystal clear, except for the occasional reddish surface.

By the stream, a man sat on a small wet rock, leaning against a slightly larger stone, leaning slightly, coughing lightly from time to time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

The clothes on his body are also a little tattered, torn piece by piece, with some bloodstains, from the chest to the abdomen slanted down a whole thumb-sized wound, it looks particularly terrifying, the blood on the wound has been barely contained, it has become a little hard and a little black, obviously a lot of time has passed.

The man's eyes were closed, his breathing was light, or it could be said to be weak, if his face was not hidden by the night, he would definitely be able to see how pale it was at this moment, his lips were chapped without a trace of blood, and the whole person exuded a kind of decaying and dead sadness and remorse, and his hands covered his eyes slightly, as if he was ready to fend for himself.

If it weren't for the occasional movement of his chest, he would have thought that this man was dead.

A sparse voice sounded, and then a figure slowly paced along the stream, his dark eyes shining in the reflection of the stream, looking at the figure curled up in the distance, a trace of inexplicable distress and jealousy flashed in his eyes, and then it was quickly occupied by firmness.

"It's ugly, maybe it's the first time you've been so embarrassed, Young." The faint voice seemed to be a little ethereal, with a hollow feeling, and I couldn't hear any emotion, but I didn't deny that it was a nice voice≡,.., with a kind of ethereal.

But the person on the side of the stone stiffened when he heard this, and although he still didn't respond with any movement, the fists on his legs were clenched together, as if he was enduring some pain.

The man slowly crouched down, his eyes looked at him deeply, and when his eyes turned to the wound, his eyes darkened a little, and he reached out to take off his robe, trying to drape it over him.

But the silent man seemed to be aware of his movements, and obviously a few repulsions, put his hand down, blocked the clothes, and looked at him coldly, a pair of eyes were a little hollow and a little loose, but when looking at the man, there was still deep hatred and disgust, the corners of his pale mouth habitually raised, with a touch of sneer, because of the hooking of his lips, the corners of his chapped mouth were dripping with some blood, "Are you satisfied?" ”

The man's eyes became deeper and darker, as if there was a dark fire condensing, but he still spoke calmly, "Very satisfied, the effect of 'Acacia' is better than I imagined, thank you for helping me prove it." ”

The man was not surprised by this answer, but he was holding on to the stone and trying to stand up, the wound was pulled, and the blood that had stopped flowed out again, but he didn't seem to feel anything, he was embarrassed and arrogantly propped up, slowly stood up, turned around and swayed and wanted to leave, as if he would be tortured twice as much as he breathed with this person.

The man stood up, still holding the robe in his hand, looked at his crumbling back, pursed his lips tightly, narrowed his eyes, and stepped forward quickly, but the person in front of him was already on guard, turned around and looked at him indifferently, "Don't come." ”

The man's steps stopped, watching him stand by the stream and stagger, as if he would fall into the water at any moment, his brows gradually furrowed, "Why do you make such a mess of yourself, who are you going to take revenge on, revenge on me or yourself?" Well? ”

"Revenge on you? Hehe, don't think too highly of yourself, you're disgusting to me, and I can't even get excited about revenge. The poisonous words were direct and hurtful, and such vicious and hateful words came out of his mouth with a sense of disobedience, and if the people who knew him stood here at this moment, they would definitely be surprised.

However, the man seemed to have gotten used to his poisonous tongue, and he still approached him step by step, "So even if you are taking revenge on yourself, or are you punishing yourself?" Oh, are you repenting or grieving, a hopeless love affair will only torment yourself, why bother. ”

"Don't you think it's more appropriate for you to say it to yourself?" The man watched him fixedly as he approached, his eyes calm.

"I'm different, because I don't think it's hopeless, I have confidence, you will be mine, that person already has someone to love, do you think you can still insert it, don't be too naïve, and besides, you don't necessarily care about him that much, otherwise you wouldn't have chosen something else at that time."

"Your baseless self-righteousness is disgusting. I tell you clearly, no way, unless you want my corpse, or you can just give me a worry-free service, and I'm sure you won't have to do so much. He sneered, but as if his energy had run out, his body shook, and then slowly fell backwards.

The man's eyes froze, and he hurriedly jumped forward, wrapped his clothes around him, and directly picked him up and hugged him, looking at the blue and white but still handsome face, with a little complexity in his eyes.

Hmph, controlling your feelings will only mean that I can't get your feelings, what I want to get is your complete feelings, I want to pull that person out of your heart, and you pull it out yourself, "Yang, blame, blame you for not being so good, so attractive to me, what you want, I will help you get it, but ...... At that time, it was still not what you wanted, and it was not my problem. ”

He doesn't think that he has any mistakes, those painful experiences tell him that if he wants, he must get it by any means, and he is absolutely not allowed to make any concessions, which will only harm himself and make him regret it for life, so he doesn't think he is wrong.

"Master, please calm your anger." Behind the flying curtains, there was a crackling sound of things breaking from time to time, and there was a masked musical voice kneeling beside the curtain, and he said indifferently, sounding like he was persuading, but there was no emotion in his tone.

"Heh, it's really good, it seems that I still underestimated him too much, Shangguan Ye, he deserves to be known as the god of war." The two-move move she had worked so hard to arrange was easily destroyed by him, and she was caught off guard by being removed.

"To what extent is it now?" The woman seemed to be tired, sat down, and asked slowly, with a bit of exhaustion and frustration in her voice.

Le Yin continued to answer, "The people we have planted in the martial arts have been almost killed, and almost all of the remaining ones have fallen for Shangguan Ye's plan, Wang Han has also been assassinated, and the two dark teams of Yanyang and Licheng have ...... All destroyed. When Le Yin said this, there seemed to be no frustration in his eyes, but there was a kind of pride, and the person he fell in love with was really the strongest.

The woman seemed to be trying to digest the news, and was silent for a while before saying, "How is Yuguo's side?" ”