"Xiao Jiu......" A familiar call awakened her heart of complete despair burning like ashes.

Wushuang came in time, at least he wouldn't be killed by the third senior sister.

She looked at Wushuang and smiled, smiling so pale.

If Senior Brother Wushuang didn't come, would Uncle Xiao really watch himself being beaten to death by the Third Senior Sister?

Will it?

Through the messy strands of hair, she glanced at him again, and the desperate pain spread down her veins—

Wushuang grabbed the whip that Sang Lu waved over and threw it out: "Third Senior Sister, don't go too far. ”

"What? Sang Lu watched him pick up the bloodstained Jiumu Yunxiang, and smiled again: "The hero saves the beauty, and the rescue is really timely." ”

"Today's whip on Xiao Jiu's body, I Wushuang will count it clearly, and write it down for the third senior sister!" After speaking, he looked at Bing Ruohan again, and shook a sentence: "It's a loss for Xiao Jiu to call you a little uncle, but I didn't expect that the little uncle was even colder!"

And Bing Ruohan was still standing in place, looking like there was no wave on his face, but there was a deep fire tear hidden in his eyes, and under his clenched fist, blood dripped down and fell on the snow-white clothes, blooming small blood-red flowers, bright red and red.

......

"Little Nine, Little Nine ......"

"Get up and take medicine, Xiao Jiu ......"

I don't know how long I fell asleep this time, Jiumu Yunxiang heard the familiar voice in her ears and slowly opened her eyes.

Wushuang fed the medicine in one gulp and asked her again, "Does the injury on my back still hurt?"

She shook her head again and didn't speak.

Does it hurt?

Can it not hurt?

When Xian'e helped her change her clothes, she saw the criss-crossing blood web left by the whips, covering her whole body, and the flesh and blood were blurred, vivid and vivid.

It hurts—

Meat is generally squeezed -

The heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all stripped off——

It hurts so much that my toes cramp and I forget the pain.

After obediently taking the medicine, she looked lonely and wanted to lie down again.

Wushuang pulled her into his arms, touched her hair softly, and felt distressed: "Xiao Jiu, don't be like this, okay?"

"Uncle Xiao abandoned you, you still have me, I've always been by your side, can't you see it?"

Abandoned?

After a while, the person in his arms finally trembled and sobbed.

She looked at Wushuang and prayed:

"Senior Brother Wushuang, can you take me back to Jiulin Buji Mountain?"

She wanted to escape from the Lan Room, from Zelan's small station, from all the areas under his jurisdiction, and to escape far away.

"Okay, when you recover from your injuries, I'll take you back to Jiulin Buji Mountain. ”

"Hmm. ”

She nodded obediently, and a few lines of tears flowed down her face.

......

Thousands of miles of forest, cherry blossoms are like pink clouds, warm wind blows, bursts of fragrance.

A few sparrows were chirping and arguing, as if they were arguing over territory.

Jiumu Yunxiang looked up and looked at it with relish, in the past, she and the lark also quarreled every day.

Now, when I return to Jiulinbu Mountain, I can no longer see the figure of the bird.

She hung her head sadly and was depressed for a while.

"Little Jiu. Wushuang stepped forward and smoothed the two strands of hair on her forehead, "Why don't you play a song for these birds, so that they don't quarrel every day?"

"Good. She nodded obediently.

I saw her take out the inner red flute, put it to her lips, and play it slowly.

The whirlwind is like a drizzle, the sorrow gradually increases, its voice whines, such as crying, such as complaining, such as resentment, and the aftermath is desolate......

The finches in the Nine Wood Forest finally stopped arguing and looked at her blankly.

In the past, the jolly beauty in pink blew a pleasant tune, and the finches cheered and jumped and the birds chirped.

In the past few days, she has been surprisingly well-behaved, and even a little bit less well-behaved than her.

She has always been afraid of pain and pain, and she forgot to say bitterness when she drank the medicine, and forgot to call it pain when she took the medicine.

The person who broke her heart was a ruthless person after all, ruthless and fatal.

Wushuang hugged her from behind, and his snort swept over the side of her neck like a gentle feather: "Xiao Jiu, in this world, there are still so many people who love you, don't be discouraged, okay?"

Love me?" Xiao Jiu's moist eyelashes trembled.

That's right, Daddy and Aunt love me, my uncles love me, and Brother Wushuang also loves me.

And the little uncle who once saved himself by dripped blood, the little uncle who was drunk by himself and said to himself: Xiao Jiu, why do you break into my dreams every day and disturb my three souls and seven spirits,

The little uncle who kissed him until he was suffocated when he held himself in his arms, and the little uncle who was punished for copying books as soon as he made a mistake.

Once, did you also love him?

Probably not

Otherwise, how could he watch the Dao Ring Whip fall on him, how could he bear to see himself covered in bruises and not save him, and he didn't even have compassion.

"Good. She looked dazed and replied with a word obediently.

She let Wushuang pull herself over, let him wipe away the tears that fell on his cheeks, and let him hold his face with warm hands......

She didn't have the strength to refuse the slightest warmth that was hard to come from the cold to the bone, whether it was enough to warm her heart or not, she greedily felt that it was better than being frozen to death by the pain in her heart.

No matter what it meant for Wushuang or for herself, she had no time to care.

Wushuang sent her back to Jiulin Buji Mountain as she wished, and said before leaving: "You take care of your injuries, and I will come to see you in a few days." ”

She also nodded obediently, and watched the young man in blue gradually move away.

She stood under the cherry blossom tree, watching the round silhouette of the western sky slowly fade until the last blush of the setting sun gradually dissipated, and she turned around and walked in the direction of the cherry blossom cave.

In the short moment of the alternation of the sun and the moon, she saw Daddy and Auntie again.

Daddy's black winged suit was a little shabby, and under the messy hair, an old and helpless face was depressed and lonely.

And Ah Niang also lost the beautiful appearance of the year, and a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes became more concave with the weak smile she had when she saw Daddy.

A-Niang snuggled quietly in Daddy's arms, still without a word, but she relied on Daddy's black wings like life and death.

It was only a short moment to get together, when the moon rose and sunset, I saw a dazzling white light on Daddy's body, and then I heard an eagle's chirp, and Daddy disappeared into the vast night sky.

A-Niang was very tired and tired, she looked at the direction where A-Dad had gone, shed tears, and stood for a long time before silently returning to the cave.

Jiumu Yunxiang hid aside, holding back the choked sobs in her throat, not daring to make a sound, and when A-Niang walked into the cave, Fang squatted on the ground and cried silently.

He hated the wolf Qilie, from childhood to adulthood.

And the person who made him hate to the bone was the father of the person who dissolved into his heart?

The world makes people——

In the past, when she missed her father and mother, she would come to the cherry blossom cave to take a peek at the moonrise and sunset or sunrise and moonset, but every time she peeked, she always cried for three days and three nights when she went back.

Later, her uncle didn't let her come to Sakura Cave, for fear that she wouldn't be able to stand it when she saw it.

She was afraid of herself, afraid that the pain in her heart would pierce her like a nightmare.

Now, looking at it again, it is also full of holes.