Ye Jinyi sat cross-legged by the campfire, his eyes slightly closed, thinking about the only contradiction in the whole thing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wei Qingxiao on the side hugged his arms and fell asleep, his head was just resting on Ye Jinyi's thigh, sleeping soundly, or in a coma.

The poison was placed on the rabbit by the night brocade clothes, and it volatilized when it met with fire, and it was very difficult to distinguish it when mixed with the rabbit's fragrance, but the effect was no different from that of soft tendons. However, even if there was Ye Jinyi's blood to detoxify Wei Qingxiao, he still had to sleep for a while.

Ye Jinyi didn't push him away, probably because he could only find a trace of intimacy here in Wei Qingxiao, which was a feeling that Ye Jinyi hadn't seen for a long time.

Ye Jinyi took out the Wujimen dart from his sleeve and put it in his hand to look at it.

In this matter, what is puzzling is the relationship between Wujimen and the Chu family brothers and sisters. If it is really as Wei Qing said with a smile, then what is the purpose of the Chu family brothers and sisters doing this?

Ye Jinyi was puzzled, he rubbed his fingers against the dart and muttered, "Wuji Gate?"

Wujimen, this killer organization that suddenly came out, who is behind it, and what their purpose is.

On the other hand, Chu Xiu went to find Shi Xing after the accident in the Cliff Villa, and it seemed that the matter of Weiyang Tower had brought him a lot of shock. However, in the short term, Chu Xiu should not be able to find anything, and it is good to give him a mess.

After all, Chu Xiu was probably the only opponent who could match him.

Thinking of this, Ye Jinyi's hand stroked his silver mask, smiled coldly, and said silently in his heart: "Chu Xiuyi, guess this time, which of us will go to hell first?"

The cold wind blew, blowing up a strand of his hair, and the corners of his clothes were gently brushed with the fallen leaves on the ground, his hands were cold, and his heart was cold, as if nothing that was hot could bring him a trace of warmth.

But he, as if he didn't feel it, looked blank.

Because, he was a dead man for a long time.

"Linlang. Wei Qing said with a smile.

This dream brought Ye Jinyi back to reality, and he looked sideways at Wei Qing, who was a little pale, and smiled, frowning slightly.

Wei Qing smiled as if he was a little cold, turned over, and got closer to the bonfire, his body curled up slightly, he looked extremely fragile at this time.

Ye Jinyi stared at Wei Qingxiao and was silent for a while, then reached out and pulled Wei Qingxiao's robe close to the firewood away from the bonfire, and asked coldly, "Cold?"

Naturally, no one answered him.

He stretched out his hand and was about to put it on Wei Qingxiao's hand, but he remembered that his hand was cold, so he put his hand on Wei Qingxiao's hand through his sleeve to convey his true qi.

Because the heat wave brought by this enough true qi gradually dispelled the cold of the late autumn night, Wei Qing's smiling face recovered slightly.

Ye Jinyi was about to take his hand away, but was suddenly grabbed by Wei Qingxiao, who was still asleep, and he couldn't break it no matter how he struggled, he was about to break Wei Qingxiao's fingers to free his hand, but he heard Wei Qing laugh and mutter: "Linlang······ Linlang ······"

Wei Qing smiled as if he had returned to the cold winter wax moon of a certain year, the season when the red plum blossomed at the right time.

"You were born free, and unlike me, I have my own mission. Wei Qingxiao could never have imagined that it was what a girl who was only seventeen years old said to herself.

After that, the woman named Linlang pushed herself away, like a traveler she met by chance, a traveler who could only accompany her for a short distance, hurriedly boarded a passenger boat that broke through the ice on the river, disappeared into her life, and never saw her again.

Thousands of miles of ice haven't stopped her, he, a person who has been hit by an aphrodisiac Gu, can he really stop her?

So, he didn't chase it, just stood where he was, watching the boat slowly turn into a small black dot on the river, and finally disappear from his sight.

He couldn't remember the girl's appearance clearly, but he remembered that on the day she left, the red plum tree by the river was blooming just right.

He was twenty-four years old, but he was still the same as he had been at the beginning, unable to even control his own destiny.

It was still winter, the winter of the red plum he met for the first time, and the winter of the red plum fell in love for the first time.

The snow was falling so hard that he stood there, dressed thinly, almost freezing. Because his mother said when she was leaving, not to move a step.

He has listened to his mother since he was a child, and this time was no exception. So, even though there was a wide eaves not far away for him to stay, he didn't move half a step.

"Tell me every day that begonias are the most beautiful flowers in the world, and I must tell him today that the red plum that my brother planted for me is the most ······." A pleasant voice reached his ears, and he straightened his stiff neck, just in time to see a girl in a red fox cloak, holding a red plum and stepping on the snow.

"Good-looking~" When the girl saw him, her voice became smaller and quieter, and the last word was almost inaudible.

She slowly stopped, stuck out her tongue in embarrassment at her gaffe, and looked around again before cautiously walking up to him.

"Who are you?"

He didn't speak, he didn't like to talk to people, not proud, but inferior.

"Aren't you cold?" the girl asked him, looking up at him when she saw that he was wearing only a thin white robe, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He didn't answer, but still stood with his eyes closed.

"Get it for me. Without the slightest warning, a branch of red plum blossoming just right was inserted in the palm of his hand.

There was a rustling sound from the other side, and the white women's boots in his sight were one step closer to him. He looked up slightly, but saw the girl uncloaking herself, standing only a step away from him, draping it over herself.

For she was a little taller than the maiden, who seemed to be struggling to stand on tiptoe to approach him. There was a faint fragrance in his nose, and there was a hint of warmth on the girl's body, and he was a little distracted.

He didn't like red clothes, but at this time, he thought that the red cloak with the scent of red plum on his body was particularly beautiful.

It wasn't until the strap in front of the cloak was fastened and the hat was put on that the girl nodded and stepped back, looked at him with satisfaction, and grinned, "It should be better." ”

After that, the girl was about to take back the red plum from his hand, but she caught a glimpse of the criss-crossed wounds on his hands, those wounds that he had been wounded by his own sword, or that had not been properly wounded by his mother with wattles, seemed to be more serious because of the cold, and some places began to suppurate.

He thought that the injury was a trivial matter, and there was no need to make a fuss, but he saw that the girl's eyes were a little moist, as if she was about to cry, and he became a little nervous.

He quickly withdrew his hand and stubbornly said two words: "It's okay." ”

But the girl didn't intend to let him go like this, she took Wei Qingxiao's hand with red eyes, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, and carefully bandaged the wound on his hand.

Actually, Wei Qing smiled and wanted to tell her that such an injury would not be healed. Because the old injury will be healed and new injuries will be added, it is better to ignore it and keep hurting, so that when the new injury is added, it will slowly become numb and unconscious.

But he didn't, he liked this moment very much, inexplicably.

He looked down at her patiently bandaging herself, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved slightly, and before that, he thought he wouldn't laugh.

At the same time, he glanced at a semicircular white jade jue on the girl's waist, and he looked at it very seriously, and the word "Linlang" was engraved on it.

is full of dazzling colors, and at this moment, he is full of "dazzling".

After a while, the girl raised her head and looked at him with some concern with a frown: "Wait for me, I'll go get some gold creation medicine." ”

After a few steps, the girl turned back, put the flower in her hand in his other hand, and patted his head lightly with her foot, as if to reassure him: "I like this plum blossom the most, so I will definitely come back." ”

He stood motionless, holding the plum blossom in his arms, and he waited until the girl returned.

However, until Mrs. Luohua came back to take him away, he didn't see the woman again, she seemed to have disappeared into this snow, but she left Wei Qingxiao with a beautiful plum blossom, leaving many years of concern.

That year, when he was fourteen years old, he stood where he was, waiting for someone to learn to laugh, but he also stood there and let go of a man who had left him a red plum.

It's just that, after that, he no longer likes to let himself be bruised, because he knows that in this world, there is a person who will have red eyes because of the small scars on his hands.

Ye Jinyi looked at Yu Qianlou's frowning brow, listened to his uninterrupted whispering, and didn't try to pull out his hand again.

He just smiled sarcastically and muttered, "Are all people's dreams the same?"

He closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes fluttering all the time, as if he too had fallen into a deep dream in the distant past.

He seemed to see that in the midst of the heavy snow, a girl in blue was crying tightly with the young man covered with blood in her arms, she looked scared, her face was close to the young man's, she kept crying and repeating a sentence, comforting the young man and comforting herself.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, they'll find us. ”

The young man, who had been wounded by multiple sword wounds, was already unconscious, but he still held the girl's hand and muttered, "Show your face······ Spread your face ······"