"Master, husband......" The little child pushed the door and walked in, and called out with some joy when he saw the familiar back, but then swallowed the voice of the call, his face full of consternation.

In the dimly lit room, there was only a lone coffin, and there was a man in white kneeling beside the coffin.

How gentle and handsome, as light as a bamboo gentleman, but kneeling in the damp room, lying on the coffin with his hair scattered and his clothes disheveled, so downcast.

He was only thirty years old, and he looked like a twenty-year-old man on weekdays, but his long black hair was mixed with snow-white hair, blood flowed from his bloody forehead all over his face, and two light-colored marks were washed out of his cheeks by tears. The lip that was still bitten in the coma had obviously been bitten, and the blood dripping onto the placket of the shirt was no longer able to tell how it was contaminated. The nails of the ten fingers that had been buckled into the coffin were turned up, revealing pink flesh, and the blood had stained the black coffin even blacker.

It was red sandalwood, how much strength did it take to cut it with human fingers? What kind of hatred could make people thrust their fingers into such a hard coffin despite the pain of ten fingers connecting their hearts?

What kind of hatred can make such a strong man hurt himself like this?

Snow-colored clothes should not be so downcast, should not be stained by mud, and should not be ......

Obviously so frightened, obviously so afraid of the master in front of him who was completely different from the impression, the child still walked to the coffin with difficulty, gently opened his arms to hug the man, and used his petite body to hug the man with cold skin. How can such a small child use the temperature of his body to warm his dead body?

One hour, two hours, or more. The child stubbornly hugged the man according to his own ideas, and never opened his mouth to call, but he had no intention of giving up.

"Huh?" Finally, the man moved slightly, opened his eyes, and his eyes were focused after a moment of distraction, looking at the child who was lying on his stomach and almost falling asleep, he was extremely shocked: "Yunmo?"

The child's eyes immediately widened and he smiled sweetly: "Are you awake?"

The man touched his cold cheeks, hurriedly took off his already thin clothes, wrapped him around him, and asked in a panic, "What are you doing here?"

The child shook his head, lowered his head and pulled out his hand, tugging at the clothes that were surrounding him, as if trying to tear it off.

The man followed his gaze and saw a large blood stain on his clothes, understood a little, but increased his strength a little more, and wrapped the child in it: "I know that the clothes are dirty, but this will be a little warmer, and I will take you back to the room." "After that, I have to start the station.

"Master. The child reached out and grabbed his hand and shook his head seriously, "I'm not dirty, I'm not afraid of the cold, you put it on, you're so cold." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, and then became a little angry: "It's just nonsense!" and stretched out his hand to pull his shirt a little tighter.

The child clutched his hand with a look of fear in his eyes: "Don't, it hurts." ”

When the man heard this, he immediately stopped moving, but he didn't understand what he meant: "What's wrong?

The child sniffled, shook his head, and threw himself into the man's arms, tears streaming down his eyes, crying heart-wrenching.

When he cried, the man also stayed, and only after a while did he raise his hand to hug him and ask softly, "What's wrong?"

The child raised his face, which was wet with tears, and saw the man's blood-stained face, lowered his head again and cried even more: "Don't scare me, I'm afraid." Please, don't leave me, I don't want you to die. You promised me that you will always be with me and will not leave me. ”

The man froze, his voice blocked in his throat and he couldn't speak. After a long time, looking at the child who was crying tired and lying in his arms and sobbing softly, his fingers grabbed his clothes and refused to let go, he slowly spoke: "I promise you, I won't do this again, I will accompany you until you can leave me." However, you have to promise me a few things. ”

The child looked up suddenly, his eyes full of joy: "I promise!"

The man raised his hand, gently wiped off the blood stains on his cheek, and then slowly and seriously spoke: "First, no matter what the reason is in the future, I can't take revenge on the person who killed the pupil because of me." ”

"Second, you're a boy, and you can't cry no matter what happens in the future – your tears shouldn't be so cheap. ”

"Third, I will hand over Ran Haoxuan to you, and he will be your belongings in the future. You can let him die, you can let him live, his life and liberty are all yours. Correspondingly, you have the right to control his fate, and you have to be strong and good, straight enough to shoulder the common destiny of the two of you. ”

After that, there was a long silence.

Seeing that the child was still dumbfounded and did not speak, the man's tone was slightly deep: "Did you hear that?"

Maybe he didn't quite understand the hatred of life and death, even if he felt that it was inappropriate, but the child finally chose to compromise under the man's serious gaze: "Well, I know." ”

The man's eyes became gentle, gently stroked his hair, and whispered, "I won't hurt you." ”

The child nodded, "I know." ”

Hearing his decisive reply, the man couldn't help but be stunned, and only after a moment did he say in the same firm and serious tone: "I will be by your side." ”

The child replied, "Me too." ”

The man laughed, originally because of the innocence of the child, but suddenly remembered that despite his bloody body and terrifying image, it was this child who was less than nine years old who accompanied him in his own way. Although this way is childish and ridiculous, and it is unhelpful, it is a child, with a heart without any impurities, showing care, and stubbornness that never leaves.

The man's smile was slightly constricted, and his eyes were a little moved: "Is it worth it?"

The child pursed his lips, but his immature voice was inexplicably reassuring: "It's worth it." When the Master dragged the seriously wounded body of the hare and tore it into filaments and fed it to me little by little, I knew that the Master would not leave me. In this way, I will be able to spend more time with Master in the future. I'll be able to do something for you someday, right?"

The man rubbed his hair and smiled, "Yes." There seemed to be something more in his eyes.

......

"What's more, it's the courage to live, right?" Zhao Qingyan woke up from the memory, opened his eyes, looked at the darkness in front of him, pulled his lips, and his smile finally turned into futile sadness.

"Jiang Wuyan, you are right. Clenched the jade pendant in his palm a little tighter, Zhao Qingyan silently admitted in his heart.

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The silence after the excitement seemed even more empty, and even the sound of the watch disappeared, and the silence of the night seemed to lose its vitality.

No matter how quiet the night is, there will always be sleepless.

Han Yan sat down under a large locust tree in the backyard of the inn, leaning against the trunk, not caring about the cold coming from the ground. He held a piece of wood slightly larger than a fist in his hand, and a lancet between his fingers, carving little by little by the dim moonlight.

"Can't sleep?" Jiang Wuyan didn't deliberately hide his footsteps, and when he saw Han Yan looking up at this side, he asked out loud.

Han Yan smiled slightly: "If you can fall asleep, who won't sleep?"

Jiang Wuyan asked again, "Then are you waiting for me?"

Han Yan seemed to reply: "I'm just trying to wait for the person I want to wait." Without further ado, he returned his gaze to the wooden block.

Jiang Wuyan walked up to him, looked at it silently for a while, and suddenly said, "Your hands are very beautiful." ”

Han Yan's fingertips trembled obviously, and after a pause, he raised his head and smiled at Jiang Wuyan: "I agree with this, I have always been very proud of my hands. ”

"Han Yan. Jiang Wuyan turned the name in his heart for a moment, and then asked, "What is your weapon?"

Han Yan flipped the lancet into the palm of his hand and showed it to Jiang Wuyan: "That's about it." ”

Jiang Wuyan shook his head: "Impossible, the flying knife is definitely not your weapon." ”

Han Yan asked with a smile: "What kind of weapon is the weapon that 'Zhuang Sheng Mengdie' asked?"

Hearing this long-lost title, Jiang Wuyan subconsciously squinted his eyes, but he restrained his murderous aura very well, but his voice was a little colder: "It seems that you really know a lot more than I thought." ”

Han Yan slowly stood up, stuffed the broken piece of wood into his arms, and smiled leisurely in the face of Jiang Wuyan's cold gaze: "Just as the archery technique is excellent, the real weapon of the young master of Misty Butterfly Town, who has impressed the heroes of the rivers and lakes, is the invisible poison that kills people, and Han's real weapon is not these things that can be touched." ”

Jiang Wuyan looked at him coldly and did not speak.

Han Yan said: "What is the most poisonous in the world? What is the most unguarded in the world? What is the best way to die in the world? The kiss of a lover, the mellow wine, the rouge of a beauty, and the ignorance of the future." The corners of his lips hooked: "You don't know that these are those four places, do you?"

Jiang Wuyan still didn't speak.

Han Yan turned around and touched the locust tree, not afraid that Jiang Wuyan would take advantage of him: "The mellow wine refers to the wine hall that didn't have much fame ten years ago, but it was terrifying. The rouge of the beauty refers to the Yuyin Pavilion, an intelligence force that dominated the rivers and lakes ten years ago. The ignorance of the future is the fame of the rivers and lakes before the death of the previous Trojan Marquis. And the first ...... Where is it?"

Jiang Wuyan's eyes narrowed, and his voice sounded softly in his throat: "Do you want to die?"

Han Yan opened his arms and said that he would not resist: "Before I was killed, I felt it was necessary for me to say that I was carried by the little prince." The little prince doesn't need useless people, and he doesn't care about people, I think you should know, right?"

Jiang Wuyan said: "He has his reasons for using you, and I have my plans to kill you." ”

Han Yan smiled: "I'm not looking for death. In fact, you and I should be both afflicted people, or at least not enemies. My enemy is not you, but another. The enemy you should be looking for is also that person. ”

Jiang Wuyan's eyes flickered, and he seemed to have listened.

Han Yan spread his hands: "Brother Jiang, can you listen to me a few words?"

Jiang Wuyan surprisingly didn't care about his intimate title, although his face was still ugly, he let go of the fingers on his waist: "You're not afraid that you've found the wrong person?"

"You can't be wrong. Han Yan smiled, "I still have this confidence." ”

Jiang Wuyan asked, "Have you ever looked for anyone else besides me?"

Han Yan said: "I want to find it, but I don't dare yet." You see, if it weren't for the fact that you still cared about a little bit of the little prince's face, wouldn't I have been killed by you as soon as I revealed my identity?"

Jiang Wuyan couldn't deny it, but asked tightly: "Does Yunmo know about this matter?"

Han Yan said: "Obviously, he doesn't know. You are so close to him, you haven't even told him, how can I say this life-threatening thing?"

Jiang Wuyan nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "Then which side are you?"

Jiang Wuyan asked vaguely, but Han Yan replied unambiguously: "Obviously, Yuyin Pavilion." ”

Jiang Wuyan was not surprised, but a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes: "What about Fengyun Xuan?"

Han Yan sighed: "This is really hard to explain. Now I don't mind telling you everything I know, but it's not the right time like this, is it? If you ask, I can only say first, we are in the same vein and different branches, but we belong to the same Yuyin Pavilion. Seeing that Jiang Wuyan was silent, he said: "If you want to take revenge, don't say that I have nothing to do, even you, it is impossible to do it alone, right?"

Jiang Wuyan said lightly: "As you said, you have nothing to grow. There is not much gap between me looking for Fengyunxuan or looking for you. But for now, I'm your best collaborator. It's not a good deal, is it? Invite me aboard, yes, see what you can come up with. ”

Han Yan said: "Yuyin Pavilion is different from you, I am not the only one who survived Yuyin Pavilion. So, I'm not afraid of death. Is it enough for me to leave my life to you as a reward for my revenge?"

Jiang Wuyan pursed his lips, his gaze struggling a little.

Han Yan obviously knew the reason for his hesitation: "I'll tell you the use of my life - the guilt of framing the little prince, I'll bear it, you just need to pretend to be a good friend." ”

Jiang Wuyan sneered, but it was not aimed at Han Yan: "Do you think that I approached Yunmo just to use him to avenge me?"

Han Yan said calmly: "You are not, I am." ”