Wang Manxiu opened his eyes.

I saw that in the haze, there were several plump women holding gonghou in their hands and draped in silk, riding on the gorgeous and colorful clouds, slowly drifting towards the courtyard tower of the golden eaves and vermilion pillars.

But he knew that this was not a fairyland.

For the women and buildings he saw were only frescoes carved into the ceiling, and they were not living creatures at all, and the hazy texture that obscured his vision was only a faint mist that floated from both sides of his side.

He was familiar with the feeling.

He knows the place.

It was a small hut, with few furnishings, only a door, a collapsed bed, a stove, a chair, and no window to the wind and sun—but it was not inappropriate to say that it was shabby and old. And those frescoes painted on the ceiling, those who are really brilliant and flying, are actually found on the four walls of the wall, and the scenery on each side is different, some are purely colorful waves, and some are as realistic as those on the ceiling. And these murals, some thick and light, complement each other, not dazzling, and will not make the walls bare and ugly.

This place is the family of the birds.

"Hmm...... Not. ”

Lying on the bed, he only regained a little clarity, and suddenly a sharp tingling sensation invaded his mind, setting off a wave of monstrous waves in the already not calm sea of consciousness.

Soreness is due to poor qi and veins, numbness is due to dry meridians, and pain is due to broken bones.

The soreness and numbness came together, and it became even more severe—the soreness and pain, the numbness after the pain, and the sourness after the numbness, thus forming a rather successful closed cycle, starting from his whole body, wantonly destroying his consciousness that had been finally recovered, and it was bound to let this white cloth have a good taste of what real life is better than death.

He couldn't help but snort softly.

And when his voice fell, there was another warbler's voice.

"Good afternoon. ”

It came from the end of his bed.

At the first moment when he heard a woman's voice in the house, Wang Manxiu subconsciously thought that it was Miss Yan who was speaking, and that she had stayed in the house like last time, lying down beside his bed;

It was a mellow, long, slightly lazy female voice.

It was the voice of the head of the family, the evening incense.

Wang Manxiu frowned slightly and sat up.

Maybe it was because his whole body was already in great pain, but this time didn't make him feel much sader, but it also subsided a little soreness and numbness, making him a little more sober.

"Evening fragrance. ”

There are no pleasantries, and there is no polite euphemism.

Wang Manxiu, who was wrapped in a green silk shawl and wrapped in a white cloth, raised his eyes and looked directly at the purple dress standing against the wall, and said in a deep voice, "She is still ...... Alive?"

Seeing that Wanxiang was slightly stunned at first, then tilted her head, and her slender fingers wrapped around the hair hanging down to her chest, as if she didn't care about Wang Manxiu calling herself by her name, and smiled and said, "Alive." ”

Pause for a moment.

"Gone. ”

When the words fell, she squinted slightly, admiring the cloudy turn on the white face.

Wang Manxiu frowned, and the smug spirit between his eyebrows gradually faded, leaving only a bit of dignified color.

"Are the others okay then?" he asked in a low voice, "Yin Shao, them...... Are you all right?"

"They're all alive. ”

Wanxiang first smiled and shrugged her shoulders, then suddenly raised her hand to cover her lips in surprise, and whispered, "Ah, I almost forgot, except for your entourage...... He was too badly injured to be saved. ”

Wang Manxiu clenched his fists.

Wanxiang looked at his fist with interest.

Wang Manxiu was silent for a moment, then released his fist again.

Of course, he knew that Zhang Shan was dead-because at that time, he saw Zhang Shan being dripping blood through his eyebrows, and before he could finish his words, he fell to the ground with a 'poof-', and there was no more life.

I just don't want to believe it.

I didn't want to believe that Brother Zhang Shan, who was a brocade cloth, did not smile, and was willing to pacify the Western Regions with him, died so easily.

Died under a drop of Fuliu's blood.

Zhang Shan, I am ......

"What are you going to do next?"

Without waiting for Wang Manxiu's thoughts to fall, Wan Wanxiang got up, took a few graceful steps, bent down and sat at the end of his bed, and smiled sideways, "Do you want to 'kill one person and save one person'?"

This is probably a mockery.

I saw Wang Manxiu hanging his head and clenching his fists, pondering for a moment, and did not answer her question.

It's not that he didn't speak, he just didn't answer her questions.

Because when Wang Manxiu raised his head again, he looked directly at the red demon eyes of the Wanxiang, and said word by word, "Why is Fuliu here?" ”

This should have been a question, but it was a loud word, and it came out of anger between its teeth, and the purple mist around it had faded a lot, and there was really no tone of question.

In front of the bed, he looked at her at the end of the bed, although it was not angry, but it was by no means kind.

"Didn't you say that with your Zhenhuang, even if it is Fuliu, it won't mess around. ”

A series of unceremonious inquiries came straight like a cannonball.

But there was no unpleasant haze on her beautiful face.

There was only a smile that seemed to be sarcastic and joyful.

"The concubine lied. ”

Evening fragrance replied.

Wang Manxiu clenched his fists a few more points, sat up straight despite the severe pain in his chest and abdomen, and said in a deep voice, "The demon clan can also lie?"

This must be a mockery.

"Oh, that's not lying. ”

But she clearly didn't care.

I saw that Wanxiang raised her eyebrows, supported her back with one hand, and supported her cheek with the other, and said, "After all, Fuliu is not a 'mess'." ”

Wang Manxiu frowned, "What?"

But she opened her eyes and was startled, "Huh, why don't you know?

He was slightly stunned when he heard this, and his face was not very good, "What do you know?"

"I know about the concubine, Fuliu, and the transaction between the younger generations of the Zhou family. ”

He didn't want to ask again.

But she continued.

"Wang Manxiu, do you really think that there will be so many good people in this world?

"Do you really think that the Zhou family accompanies you to the mountain, Fuliu does not kill you, and the concubine is willing to save you, all of them are 'don't take the good for the small' and accumulate yin virtue for their own family?"

"Do you really think that in this Nuo Daqi Gate, our three families and three saints will turn against each other for some false fame and fortune?"

"You've been deceived, Wang Manxiu. ”

"From the moment you decide to leave Pingshui. ”

"We've already been deceived. ”

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