The Death of Ling Mei (4)

On the same day of the New Year, on the back wall of the main hall of the Hundred Flowers Palace, the snow was howling and the wind was howling! A person stood on the wall and played the flute, and the flute sounded desolate. As soon as the song ended, his gaze fell on the cliffs beneath the wall.

"It's really dirty here!" the man looked at for a long time before he spoke softly.

He remembered the antidote and weapons the man had sent him. Then, together with the people in prison, he was killed, covered in blood, and finally found him here. That day, he stood where he stood at this moment.

They haven't been able to stand together for years. Therefore, on that day, he also rarely put down his long sword temporarily, slowly walked to his side, and stood with him...... For many years, since childhood, they slept in a bed. Come to Baihua Palace and train together. They huddled together to keep warm when they were cold, and went to find food together when they were hungry. Until the later palace master, they were still together, two people, and killed everyone together...... Until only the two of them remained.

Then he stabbed his sword into himself.

So, he hated!

But until that day, he stood here and told himself: "It's dirty, it's really dirty! See those flowers? It's all poured out of human blood, and the smell of blood and stench is all over the palace, and it makes people sick...... You could have left, so why didn't you go?"

At that moment, he was stunned. For so many years, he has always hated him, and he has always wanted to take everything he has and leave him with nothing. That was his punishment for betraying him. He never thought about whether there was a deep meaning in the qiē he made...... But at that moment, he suddenly realized. With the strength of the other party, how could he give himself a chance to live after trying to kill himself?

Even if the sword was stabbed in his chest, but they slept together since childhood, how could he not know that his heart grew on the opposite side?

He knew, he always knew. He's just trying to get himself out of it? He's always thinking about himself...... Memories came flooding back like a floodgate: when I was a child, I clung to the clothes I wore first when it was cold, and clung to the food I ate first when I was hungry. When he was injured, he was close to the medicine he used first, he always rushed to the front when he killed, and when facing the former palace master, he was always in the front!

Even this time, when he took the sword he gave him and stood in front of him again with killing intent, he looked at himself with a smile.

"Since this is what you want, then, here you go!" Then, he threw all the qiē that the palace master could have, and did not give him any chance to redeem it. Or, he didn't want to redeem it, although at that moment, he burst into tears!

He was gone, incomparably chic. His Baihua Palace was left to himself, and he got the freedom that he had come to be!

Now, he stood here, thinking about the man who had left.

Knowing that he won't die so easily, so, he doesn't grieve. It's just that he suddenly understands his hard work now.

It's really dirty and dirty, it makes him want to gag and don't want to stay for a moment. But now, this place has become a cage that he can't leave! It wasn't until this moment that he understood that becoming the master of the Hundred Flowers Palace was not about having a qiē, on the contrary, when he sat in that position, it was equivalent to him completely losing a qiē, including himself, and he was no longer his own.

"Brother, I want to leave now, will you still come and take me away?" Heaven and earth will not hear back to him, let alone the abyss!