Mixed feelings, mixed tastes, rushing to attack the heart, plus the internal injuries have not healed, the meridians are damaged, and they have not recovered, Jian Shumei's cheeks trembled, biting his lower lip, his eyes were flustered, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the specks of blood soaked the three willow leaves in the palm of his hand, and slowly dripped down the leaf veins. When Wei Huaichun saw this scene, he was also in a dilemma, but in order not to let Jian Shumei notice the abnormality, he still had to pretend that he didn't know, stepped forward to hold him, wiped the blood from his mouth for him, made a surprised look, and asked softly: "Shumei, why is this?"

Jian Shumei sat helplessly on the ground, looked at the moonlight outside the window, shook his head with a wry smile and said: "I have escaped for eight years, hiding in Tibet, I thought that my life was stable, but I didn't expect that in the end, I fell short......

Wei Huaichun helped Jian Shumei back to the bed, closed the window, and asked knowingly: "Shumei, what do you mean by this? What are these willow leaves? What are you talking about?" Jian Shumei sat cross-legged on the couch, shook his head helplessly, and said: "Chun'er, do you remember what I once said, my life experience." Wei Huaichun was slightly stunned, and hurriedly said: "I just know that you don't want to mention it, if you still don't want to say it, then I don't want to know." ”

"No, I can't say it now. Jian Shumei stared at Wei Huaichun's eyes, there was a strange light flashing in his eyes, Wei Huaichun's heart was empty, he staggered his eyes, pretended to pour tea, but the hand holding the tea cup trembled a little. Jian Shumei looked at it in his eyes, and didn't say much, but just revealed his true identity and life experience.

Tell the story of the past. It seems to be relaxed, but the heart is painful. After that, he held the hand of Wei Huaichun, who was pale and dumbfounded, and asked with a smile: "Now you already know that I am the notorious killer on the rivers and lakes, the adopted son of Mu Yinhan, the master of the Seven Killing Sects of the Secret Gate, Yun Xiangyi." Back then, I defected out of the house and went incognito, just to live a plain and chic life, but I couldn't escape after all. Now they have found me. After all, you and I have known each other for many years, and I don't want to embarrass you, let alone trouble you. If you don't want to stay with me for a long time, and want to have peace, you should be. After tonight, we will not see each other again. ”

When Wei Huaichun heard this, the tea cup in his hand couldn't help slipping down, breaking at his feet, the tea soaked through his skirt, Wei Huaichun immediately threw himself into Jian Shumei's arms, choked and sobbed, leaned on Jian Shumei's chest, and told his heartfelt heart: "Shumei said this, isn't it disgusting that the slave family is a fireworks woman?" Jian Shumei hurriedly explained: "How could I ever despise you?" Wei Huaichun said: "In the past, I heard that the Qinglou woman died for her beloved Xiang Xiaoyu, who could also treat her with all her heart, and it was only a legend. Today, the slave family knows its mind only when it is in it. There is also a common saying that a man dies for his confidant, and a woman is allowed to please himself. Since the two of me met here, Shumei has never disliked me as a fireworks woman, and I have already decided to treat each other with all my heart. Could it be that Feiqing has long forgotten that in the future, the idle clouds and wild cranes will be chic and happy?"

"How have I ever forgotten? It's just that now my vitality has been greatly damaged, and my skills are not as good as before. If they come to look for it, I can't protect myself, how can I protect you?" Jian Shu's eyebrows were full of sorrow and sadness, even if he was unwilling in his heart, he could only make this decision. If he hadn't rescued the White Star Tears, he might have been able to fight, but now, I'm afraid it would be more than lucky.

Wei Huaichun straightened up, looked at Jian Shumei, the green and jade fingers crossed the eyebrows of Jian Shumei, slowly fell, lightly on his chest, his red lips moved slightly, tears rained down, choked and said: "Love is difficult to solve and even more difficult to break, and the white head is not old and this life is slow." The jade broken sword never regrets, and it is not a book to become a butterfly. You and I have long been inseparable from each other, and we have made a vow to share joys and sorrows in this life, laugh at spring and autumn, cold and summer, and never separate. When you say this today, isn't it because you want to break your promise in the past? What about the sword and the eyebrows, and what about the clouds? What about the good and what about the evil? Even if you are broken to pieces, you must live and die together and go to the Yellow Spring together. If we are not defeated, we can hug each other when we die, so what?"

"There are all kinds of women in the world, but you can't find a character like Chun'er. Jian Shumei was very moved, his eyes were hazy with tears, and he slapped his thigh with a forced smile and said, "Okay! Then we will not be separated, even if we die, we must be a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks!"

"There are thousands of scenes in the world, if you don't see it with the slave family, what color will it be?" Wei Huaichun closed his eyes slightly, lay quietly in the arms of Jian Shumei, and said slowly, "But for the king alone, the concubine will not hesitate to do this." Jian Shumei hugged her thin shoulders, helped her up, looked at each other, full of affection, mixed feelings, the picture that accompanied him in the past is vivid, he refused to separate, but now it is not the same as before: "To be able to meet Qing is already in vain." ”

With that, the two hugged each other tightly. After a while, Jian Shumei slowly pulled away, but Wei Huaichun still maintained his movements, motionless, only the clear eyes, which had already been soaked with tears, flashing with a crystal soft light, like a pair of Qingtan, reflecting the figure of Jian Shumei, Wei Huaichun bit his lower lip tightly, a little blood oozed from his lips, but he couldn't move a bit.

Jian Shumei slowly got up, lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "What they want, but my life." Please forgive me for being difficult to fulfill my promises, I have made a promise in this life, and I am afraid that there will be no other day to apologize, and I will enter the underworld first, and open a way to die, even if I make a big fuss, I will also force the king of Yama to rewrite the relationship of the afterlife for you and me, and cultivate a meeting in the next life, I just hope that by then, you and I will just be ordinary people, an ordinary couple. After a hundred years, don't drink the Meng Po soup, so as not to forget the past. ”

After that, Jian Shumei picked up Wei Huaichun, who was already crying red and tearful, but couldn't speak, and came to the one-person-high fragrant wood cabinet, hid Wei Huaichun in the cabinet, took two steps back, bowed down, and said: "In order to save Qing's life, I have to first wronged Chun'er to hide here." I guess tomorrow night is the time for them to do it, and when tomorrow night passes, the acupuncture points will be unlocked, and then you must not collect the body for me, so as not to get into trouble. It's hard to see each other again in this life, and I'll bow to you. ”

The door of the fragrant wood cabinet slowly closed, and darkness crept up Wei Huaichun's body inch by inch. But even if she was in her heart, how she was crying out in her mind, tearing her heart, she couldn't stop Jian Shumei from leaving, watching him die alone, but she couldn't do anything. There was darkness all around, and red blood slowly fell from the corners of his mouth, Wei Huaichun cried silently, I don't know how long it took, and the door was geometric.

But the moment Jian Shumei closed the cupboard, he could no longer recognize the tears that burst out of the embankment, but he couldn't be bound by this feeling, otherwise, it would only harm Wei Huaichun, and everyone in Yutai Qiuhuang, he was familiar with the style of doing things in the Seven Killings of the Secret Gate, and the reason why they hadn't done it yet, and the bloody Yutai Qiuhuang was to give himself one last chance, a chance to die alone. Lifting the soft sword, he climbed out of the window and walked in the direction of the Taibai Building outside the city.

Early in the morning of the second day, Shen cuttlefish hurriedly got up, put on clothes, rushed to the room of Bai Xing's tears, and broke into the room directly without knocking on the door, when the door was pushed open, the snow-white bare back came into view, such as jade, as smooth as snow, the snow-white large skin filled Shen Cuttlefish's sight, and the faint fragrance was even more lingering around the tip of the nose, difficult to disperse, such a beautiful scene, so that Shen Cuttlefish was dumbfounded, and Bai Xing's tears were like a chicken.

Both of them were frightened by this sudden change, Bai Xing tearfully hugged his clothes to protect his chest, and two delicate pinks appeared on his pale cheeks in a blink of an eye, the willow eyebrows were upside down, and the starry eyes were round. The corners of Shen Cuttlefish's mouth rose uncontrollably, and what he thought in his heart was: "Don't look at indecent things, don't look at indecent people...... but it was difficult to move away from the confused eyes, and he only felt a heat in his brain, dizzy, and his hands and feet were not cleaned up. The Shen family's family rules are very strict, and the woman Shen cuttlefish knows can count them on one hand, let alone see such a beautiful scenery?

When Bai Xing came back to his senses with tears, he was furious, hurriedly draped his coat on his body, covered his body, and flew out with a kick, hitting Shen Cuttlefish in the chest, kicking him out of the room, and the door was immediately closed with a "bang", Shen Cuttlefish hit the railing, and the severe pain almost made him faint, but he didn't care, but covered his chest and laughed stupidly.

Let's say that Pei Jingnian, who lived next door, and the monk Mingjue heard the movement outside the house, thinking that there was another fight, so they hurriedly rushed out of the door, and when they saw Shen cuttlefish falling next to the corridor, they all exclaimed, rushed to his side, helped Shen cuttlefish up, and hurriedly asked: "Shen Gongzi, what happened?!" Shen cuttlefish stood up with a laugh, touched his chest with a faint pain, and the force of that kick was not small, but he was willing: "Haha, it's okay, it's okay! Little orange she's fine, she's okay!"

Mingjue and Pei Jingnian glanced at each other, breathed a sigh of relief, and both smiled, and their hanging hearts finally fell, and they were much more relaxed. Mingjue put his palms together and said: "Amitabha, the white girl Jiren has her own natural appearance. The Buddha appeared, sheltered the disciples and others, and it was not in vain that the little monk chanted the Buddha for the white girl and the girl last night, praying for peace. Hearing the words Miss An, Shen Cuttlefish's smile froze on his face, and he sighed hurriedly: "Although the little orange has recovered, Sister Ning'er is missing, and I almost forgot about it." ”

"Shen Gongzi, don't be anxious, after Miss Bai comes out, let's go to Miss Wei and the sword steward to inquire. Pei Jingnian comforted him. Shen cuttlefish nodded, and leaned against the railing, as if he had something on his mind. I only heard the movement in the house very much, and after a while, the neatly dressed and lively Bai Xingtear kicked open the door angrily with a sword, took three steps and made two steps, pulled out Qingfeng, and stabbed Shen cuttlefish with a sword.

Pei Jingnian and Mingjue didn't know why, and they didn't know what to do. If it weren't for Shen Cuttlefish's timely dodge, I was afraid that he would have died under Bai Ze's sword. But even though it was not pierced by a sword, the sharp blade still pierced a little of the skin on the neck of the Shen cuttlefish, oozing a trace of blood.