Chapter 118

Su Ying didn't know when he fell asleep, he only knew that when he woke up, it was already dark and the house had been lit with candles. Watermark Ad Test: Watermark Ad Test

A light is like a bean, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Qiluan's figure is obviously brilliant red, but it looks like a poignant white in the flickering candlelight. Su Ying was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to a long time ago, the night when everything happened.

Qiluan's red outfit is light and elegant without eating the fireworks in the world, and his cold tone crushed the petals blooming in the hall, and the fragrant fragrance that fell to the ground.

He said, "We have no future." ”

"I don't regret it," he said. ”

He said, "Let's go." ”

Every word and sentence is like an inscription on a stone stele, timeless and profound engraved in the bottom of my heart, and the traces of each knife cannot be healed for a long time, and every drop of bright red blood flows.

Su Ying was a little confused.

He had thought for a moment that he would never be able to emerge from the thorns of these piercing words, until the blood from the thorns flowed and he was bruised all over his body.

But in the end, when he woke up from a dream, he was hovering on the edge of reality, looking at the other side of the future, what he longed for the most was Qiluan's sentence,

"Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son."

Su Ying knew too well that when he saw him again on the bank of the Nai River, he would run away because he had already fallen irrepressibly.

He is his own calamity.

No matter how many generations have passed, this has not changed.

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The convulsion occurred in the early hours of the morning.

Qiluan snapped open his closed eyes, the clear turquoise shone with a faint light, and he walked to the window and cautiously pushed the window open a gap.

Su Ying sat up, looked at Qiluan Ying's frowning, then closed the window lightly, walked to the bed, and lowered his voice.

"Someone is coming, and it is not advisable to stay here for a long time." Lowering his voice and saying, Qiluan reached out to help Su Ying hang up the veil.

Su Ying raised her eyes and saw Qiluan's blue eyes, her eyes were deep, but her demeanor was still orderly.

"Is it the Heron Army?" Su Ying couldn't, so she had to continue to get up quickly, put on the crimson shirt of the wedding dress, walked to the window, and opened the window a crack.

The light of the torches was still too clear to ignore in the fog rising in the early morning, like a blue-purple ghost fire in a cemetery, gloomy and silent. A little beating flame pierced the quiet fog and was methodically heading along the mountain road towards the top of the mountain. brought with it, and there was a depressing atmosphere.

From the quiet valley came the sound of armoured marching.

Su Ying closed the window and frowned, it was an official soldier. And there seem to be quite a few of them.

"Little Shadow ......"

Su Ying turned around and was surprised to see Qi Luan's expression as usual, and a pair of emerald green eyes were indescribably gray.

"You, what?" Su Ying saw it in his eyes, his heart jumped, and he couldn't help but raise his voice slightly.

"Sooner or later, the inn will be surrounded, and we don't have much time. I'll cut it short. Qi Luan's voice was very serious, and Su Ying couldn't help but tense her body.

"I've seen it, and the stables of the inn are in the back. We'll take the front stairs first, which is the best policy, and if that doesn't work, go back to the window. ”

It's useless to say more, Su Ying nodded.

"We have to find the horse first. There is no way to go down the mountain, I can only think of one way. Qiluan looked at him.

Su Ying looked at Qiluan and lowered her head to think about what Qiluan said.

There's only one way...... The horse must be found first...... There is no way to go down the mountain......

A complete idea gradually came to Su Ying's mind.

"No, you can't!" Su Ying looked at Qiluan in disbelief, "This is too dangerous!" It's a life of death, you're gambling with our lives! We might all do,"

"But if we don't, even if we fight to the death, we won't be able to last for two hours." Qiluan's voice was calm, and his eyes were a quiet dark green.

Su Ying guessed that Qiluan was going to jump over the cliff on horseback.

However, this is simply not possible.

Su Ying has visually measured that the width of the mountain stream is about three or four zhang. Even with the run-up, the horse can't jump that far. If two people sit on horseback at the same time......

It's no different from jumping off a cliff.

"If not...... It's just that I'm dying with you. ”

Qiluan looked at Su Ying, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, like a soft breeze that blew the newly melted stream, waving a trace of touching waves, gentle and terrible.

"I don't want to live alone for another 2,000 years." He sighed, his pupils looked a little strange under the candlelight, and the dark green luster was deep and dazzling, like two unpolished gemstones.

“…… And I don't want you to live in this world. ”

Qiluan said, looking at Su Ying and smiling brightly.

Su Ying was stunned.

Qiluan walked over, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Su Ying's cheek, the smile on the corner of his mouth was even worse, and the light in his pupils was dazzling and extraordinary.

"I'm selfish."

His voice was hoarse.

At this moment, Qiluan seemed a little unfamiliar, which made Su Ying at a loss.

"Really?" Su Ying smiled in surprise, smiled very brightly, and raised his head to meet Qiluan's close eyes, "Are you serious?" ”

Qiluan reached out and grabbed my jaw and lifted it up slightly.

"I'll say it one last time, you can only be my man."

Qiluan approached very lightly and rubbed her lips lightly against Su Ying's lips.

"If you can't live, die with me......"

"Together, we go to death......"

“…… Forever, there is no after. ”

The hoarse voice faded into the endless darkness.

The scorching heat of that moment, the intensity of that moment, and the suppressed emotions of that moment are more than 2,000 years ago.

Su Ying listened silently and did not answer.

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The smell of the torch burning with the oilcloth became stronger and stronger, and Su Ying could even hear the soft sound of the sword as it unsheathed.

Qiluan took his hand, walked to the door in small steps, and kicked the door open.

It was dark in the inn, and the officers and soldiers had not yet entered. On the first floor of the inn, through the yellowed window paper, the color of torches was already flashing outside the window.

They're already here.

Qiluan looked at the door for a moment, as if he was deciding what to do. Su Ying could feel the cold sweat in his palms. After a while, he pulled Su Ying around, returned to the room, and turned around to slam the door on.

The moment the door was closed, Su Ying vaguely saw the officers and soldiers outside the post station kicking open the main door, the color of the torch instantly became clear, jumping up and down irregularly, flickering, like a poisonous snake spitting letters, slender snake eyes, dark red letters, and the scales all over the body emitted a cold and dangerous light, slowly attacking you.

"It's too late!" Qiluan flew to the window, sideways to open a gap, and the light of the torches downstairs outside the gap cast a bright line on his face. At that moment, the emerald green eyes exuded a cold aura that Su Ying had never seen before.

Su Ying stepped forward and saw that the downstairs was already full of people with bows and arrows, and a small number of people with crossbow arrows. Everyone stared with bated breath, fully armed, engrossed, and ready for battle.

Thinking about the last battle, the herot's best-equipped crossbow troops suffered a major setback, and this time it was not them who came. Indeed, this undoubtedly made their chances of escape a little greater.

But only a little.

In a trance, Qiluan let go of Su Ying's hand. The palms of his hands were empty, Su Ying's heart tightened, and he looked at him with his senses.

He walked over to the table, picked up the candle on the table, and threw it directly on the bed covered with quilts.

A moment later, the surging tongue of fire "soared", and in a few strokes it burned the tent hanging on the bed.

"What are you doing?" The scorching heat came in a few moments, as if it were burning people's eyebrows. Covering his mouth and nose, Su Ying couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Fishing in troubled waters." Qiluan looked at the tumbling tongue of fire steadily, and the innocent face was bewitching but hideous under the illumination of the flames at close range.

Su Ying saw the tongue of fire projected into his pupils, as if there was a large ball of fire burning inside.

Red Lotus Karma Fire.

It seems that in the next moment, a large area of blood-stained and bewitching lotus flowers will bloom.

The beds were close to the windows. It didn't take much effort for billowing smoke to pour out through the cracks in the windows. At the same time, the sound of slamming doors that resounded through the valley suddenly sounded behind him, and it spread far away in the early hours of the night.

"Open the door! The people inside open the door! We are Heron officers and soldiers, and we are ordered to search for suspects! ”

The constant sound of slamming the door was loud and terrible, and at the same time, it was the sound of the tongue of fire in the house.

Like a snake that has escaped from its cage, it wantonly sweeps every inch of land, trying to take it for itself. Twisting its unbreakable body, tightly wrapping around every living being.

Su Ying and Qi Luan stepped aside and covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves.

Finally, the people downstairs and outside the door noticed something unusual, and vaguely heard someone downstairs shouting to fetch water to put out the fire. The people outside the door cursed, slamming the door more amplitude and louder.

The wooden title page made a loud "clang" sound on the door frame, shaking so violently that people outside the door could break into the door at any time.

Su Ying clenched her palms tightly, feeling her heartbeat accelerating.

The sound of the downstairs is getting more and more chaotic, the sound of slamming the door has reached its limit, and the air in the house can't let anyone stay anymore. Qiluan took Su Ying's hand and ran quickly towards the window and jumped up.

With a tiger in his ears, Qiluan hugged Su Ying tightly with one hand and split the window with one palm.

The rapid descent only lasted for a moment, and with a shock to his body, Su Ying felt that Qiluan was sharply sideways in the air. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and Su Ying didn't even have time to react.

Su Ying only felt that Qiluan's body trembled violently.

The heartbeat missed a full beat.

Before I had time to think, my eyes were hot.

Because he felt it, the place where Su Ying was holding him with his left hand was wet.

The warm, sticky, fishy-sweet liquid wet Su Ying's palm.

It was supposed to be the place where his back was.

Su Ying bit her lower lip tightly and forced herself to be silent.

At this time, Qiluan doesn't need to worry about himself.

That would only drag him down.

And I can't.