Shuangshuang was beaten by the sound of the flute as if he was about to die, but he still gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, his chest rising and falling violently, as if he couldn't catch his breath. wiped the blood on the side of his mouth, and bit his lip forbearingly, "Even if you kill me, I won't hand over the little dragon lion to you." ”

How could he bear to leave the little dragon and lion alone.

How could he forget that when he was in the Houjin Courtyard, everyone was isolated from him, and only Xiaolongshi stood by his side alone, without any dislike for him.

How could he forget that the bits and pieces with the little dragon and lion have not known each other for a long time, but they are like siblings.

said that if he would always be a friend, he would always be a friend, how could he throw the little dragon and lion to a cruel and ruthless person?

"Phew!" Shuangshuang spat on the ground beside him with a mouthful of blood, all of which was a provocation to the flute.

He was afraid of death, very afraid, but at this time, he became not afraid of anything, even if the person in front of him was Diyin, this person who would definitely not show him the slightest mercilessness, he was not afraid at all.

Syllable!

As soon as the flute hooked his feet, the bamboo stick thrown on the ground was picked up, and when he kicked it hard, the bamboo pole was like an arrow flying out, and it stabbed straight at Shuangshuang.

When Shuangshuang saw the flying bamboo pole, he suddenly felt a murderous aura rushing towards him, feeling that the bamboo stick would directly penetrate his body.

If he dies, he's going to die, isn't he?

Sou!

As Shuangshuang expected, the bamboo stick directly penetrated Shuangshuang's body, but it did not pass through, but knocked Shuangshuang's whole person out and nailed it to the courtyard wall.

The sharp pain that he had never felt before hit him instantly, and he both shouted loudly, but the bamboo stick that passed through his shoulder was full of Xuanqi, and he leaned against the wall in pain as if he had been nailed. The blood on the wound flowed down the bamboo stick, and in just a moment, a large pool of blood was already flowing from the feet of Shuangshuang.

Ahhh

The pain was unbearable, and seeing this patch of bright red blood, the strong visual impact made him feel like death.

And in his chest, there is a bamboo stick on one arm poked outside, and the other section, worn in the body, and then submerged into the wall behind him, as long as he moves slightly, it will tear the wound, and the blood from the wound will gush out.

The whole body was already in pain, and I almost didn't have the slightest strength, but I still had to stand there with my body supported like that. There was nothing else to do but howl, and tears took the whole white face.

Diyin looked at the ghost crying wolf shuangshuang, snorted coldly, walked over, and often slapped the bamboo stick on the shoulder hard, and the bamboo stick went a little deeper, at the same time, the blood on the shoulders spurted out, and the scream of the two shuangshuang was like a wail like a ghost roar.

"I don't have any ability at all, and I dare to be arrogant in front of Uncle Ben, hum." Diyin patted the dust on his hands, with a look of disdain, "A person who has no ability is a waste, and a waste is still clamoring to protect his partner, which is really self-sufficient." ”

Shuangshuang struggled in pain, feeling like he was about to collapse, but the words of the flute still clearly penetrated his ears.

Both of them bit their lips fiercely, holding back the slightest sound from being spoken, no matter how painful and uncomfortable it was, he just wanted to hold back at this moment.

He's not a waste, he's definitely not a waste.

"Phew!" His lips were bitten out of blood, and he swallowed them in his mouth, and the last squirt was all on the face of the flute who was close in front of him.

Diyin looked at Shuangshuang in disbelief.

He really didn't expect that after being injured like this, the little guy in front of him would be able to endure it and make such a provocation to him.

His face was covered with blood and smelled fishy. After the flute came back to his senses, he quickly lifted the hem of his robe and wiped his face desperately, scolding while wiping, and he was already so angry that he was about to lose control.

A little kid actually provoked him again and again, without taking him in the slightest.

Kill!

After wiping the blood off his face, Diyin's first reaction was to quickly tie it off, and he raised his hand to smash Shuangshuang's head with one palm.

When the palms of his hands were about to hit the top of his heads, the flute's movements suddenly stopped.

The child under his palm was obviously about to die, bleeding nonstop, and his face was so pale that he could not see a trace of blood, but the child's eyes looked at him with a frightening determination.

In the eyes that looked at him, there was nothing but firmness. With just one look, the flute could feel the thoughts of the child in front of him. That is to stick to what you think, without fear, without retreating, and moving forward towards your beliefs.

"Humph!" Diyin withdrew his hand and changed his mind in an instant, "A little child, do you really know what friendship is?" ”

Diyin hated such a look, hated such a kind of persistence, which made him want to destroy the firmness in this gaze.

Diyin turned around and walked straight towards the little dragon lion. Standing beside the little dragon lion, he glanced at the little dragon and lion, and snorted lightly.

After a while, the little dragon lion was tied and hung on a big tree in the courtyard. The ground under the little dragon lion was covered with sharp daggers buried in the ground, revealing long pointed bodies. One end of the long thin rope that hung the dragon lion was tied to the root of the tree, and under the rope was a lighted torch, and the torch's tongue of fire was licking and eating the rope.

Obviously, as long as the tongue of fire continues to lick like this, it will not take long for the rope to be burned, and as soon as the rope is burned, the little dragon lion hanging from the tree will fall down, smash the pile of daggers, and be pierced by the pile of daggers.

"Ahem, little one, do you see?" Diyin found a basin of cold water and poured it on Shuangshuang's head, sobering up Shuangshuang, whose consciousness had gradually dissipated.

His eyes were misty, looking at the magnified face in front of him. It's a flute.

At that time, he already felt that he was dead, and his mind was full of the beauty of heaven, but he didn't think that when he opened his eyes, he could still see this face that made him hateful.

"Take a look over there before the blood in your body runs dry." Diyin patted Shuangshuang's head, and then forcibly pinched Shuangshuang's chin, making Shuangshuang look to the side along his consciousness.

It was only at this time that Shuangshuang saw the scene that the little dragon and lion were in now, and his hazy consciousness instantly sobered up a little.

"Dragon...... The dragon and lion ......" both looked at the little dragon and lion hanging from the tree, and shouted a voice that only he could hear.

"It shouldn't take a pillar of incense for the fire to burn the rope, and if you don't untie the rope for him and let him down before the rope is burned, then he's going to suffer, so what are you going to do now?" Diyin raised an eyebrow, looking particularly interested in his trick.

Save friends, save partners? Tsk, if it's just waste, what else can you do but drag it down?

He wanted to see what kind of persistence and belief the little guy in front of him still had the ability to protect the persistence and belief in his eyes. Isn't all the so-called protection and waiting, in the end, just watching your companions die?

"Dragon...... Dragon...... Dragon and lion. Shuangshuang didn't seem to hear the words of the flute, and still whispered the name of the little dragon and lion as before.

"Don't call me cruel and didn't give you one last chance, if you can go and untie the rope for that little friend of yours now, then I promise you to let him go." Diyin said.

The fun game has officially begun.

But he didn't know if the little guy in front of him would participate, after all, he never believed in any eternal persistence and faith, let alone that such a little kid would do something impossible to do because of such a friendship.

"You...... Say something...... Does talking count? Both clenched their fists and lowered their heads, tears completely blinded.

The first time he saw such a little dragon and lion, he was not angry at all, as if he was dead. And what the little dragon and lion are now, he doesn't know. Why did the little dragon and lion become like that, motionless like a dead man, and what was born before this.

He didn't even know.

All the way, it was the little dragon and lion who took care of him, hugged him for his grievances, kept the identity of the boy secret for him, and took him to the back garden of the palace to play, and said that he would always protect him. All sorts of things came to his eyes.

In this world, is there anyone better than the little dragon and lion to him?

No, not now.

The little dragon lion was the best person he had ever met before he grew up so big.

Although I don't know what happened to the little dragon and lion during this time, it has become different from the past, but in his heart, the little dragon and lion will always be the little dragon lion, as long as he insists on waiting, one day, the little dragon and lion he liked in the past will come back.

"It counts, as long as you can do it." Once again, it didn't occur to Shuangshuang that he really intended to do that. When he heard Shuangshuang ask such a question, his face also darkened, and he looked more serious.

He really didn't like the determination of this little kid. Because of that firmness, he also had it before, but later......

The flute sounded, turned his back to Shuangshuang, and said lightly: "If you can really go over and untie the rope, I will definitely be able to speak." ”

"Good!" Shuangshuang gritted his teeth, and after answering the hello, his body also jerked, and suddenly poked the bamboo stick exposed on his chest and disappeared into his body for a few minutes, Shuangshuang couldn't hold back the pain howl, tilted his head, the white face was more like white paper in the daytime, and a large sweat appeared on his forehead, and the tearing pain made his whole person almost fall into a fainting situation.

Endure!

If he wanted to go over and untie the rope and save the little dragon lion, the first thing he did now was to let the half of the bamboo stick that was still on his shoulder completely pass through his body, otherwise, he would not be able to move for half a minute.

Shuangshuang's painful howl hit the bottom of the flute's heart like a hammer, and he couldn't imagine what kind of pain a child of this age was enduring because of a belief in not giving up on his partner.