The wind outside seemed to be stronger, and the wooden bolt on the only wooden window in the hut was squeaked. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn this hut, which was so quiet that only the thick exhalation of the old man on the sickbed remained, it was particularly abrupt.

"You ......"

Mr. Wu turned sideways with difficulty, a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at his smiling face. Sikong Gu's words seemed to be a little unexpected to him, but in the eyes of Xiao Yanagi on the side, isn't this the best result that Mr. Wu wants? A child who will not be swayed by emotions will not be moved by all the temptations in the rivers and lakes, and fame, fortune and morality are no different from a piece of waste paper in the eyes of this child...... Isn't that the best plan executor?

Mr. Wu tried to stretch out his hand to him, but he reached out to stop him, and after pressing down Mr. Wu's trembling hand, which was no longer as strong as a cow and a horse in his usual days, he just shook his head and asked again:

"I'm 'Sikong Gu' now, right? or something else, but as long as the surname is 'Sikong', right?"

This time, he got closer, and in this not very warm room, the white gas that came out of his mouth almost hit Mr. Wu's two blood-red eyes.

"Three...... Three years ......"

Mr. Wu struggled slightly, he took his hand back, stood up again, and said to this old man on the sickbed who had nothing to do even if he was a god descending from earth:

"I haven't forgotten this, don't worry, with my current body, now in the game, my body can't hold on. ”

Xiao Liu suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothes, and his tone was very worried: "Meridians, haven't they healed yet?"

He glanced at Xiao Yanagi, but it was a kind of coldness that Xiao Liu had never seen before, and there was even a bit of harshness in his eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with her sudden question. Koyanagi recalled in his heart that even if he didn't want to ask again, he had never shown such an expression on his face, and he would probably only touch his head, and even if he was unhappy, he would only laugh and scold. In short, the expression like this, the cold that appeared on his face like this, was probably not much better than the heavy snow outside the house.

"Be quiet. ”

Although the tone was extremely peaceful, Koyanagi saw the emotion in his eyes clearly, this was by no means as gentle as usual, and Koyanagi had only seen it once in his life.

In that winter, when the two fierce beggars lifted themselves, Koyanagi had seen such a look in his eyes.

But at this moment, Xiao Yanagi could only nod and didn't dare to say anything more.

He smiled slightly, but in Xiao Yanagi's eyes, this smile no longer had the relief in the past, just like the skin and flesh moved.

He looked at the teacher on the sickbed and asked, "If there is nothing to do, I will go back and continue my meditation, and it is estimated that it will take some time for these internal forces to be used by me." ”

The old man on the sickbed shook his head with all his might, although this action was only a deviation of his head from one side to the other in his eyes. But Mr. Wu's two deeply sunken eye sockets seemed to contain some crystalline things, but he had some interest in continuing to talk.

"What's the matter? Could it be that you have something else to order?"

Although he had a light smile on his face, the coolness in his tone was incompatible with this expression.

"Hidden ...... Hidden Door ......"

"Don't worry, after destroying the Divine Gate, I will go to the guy surnamed Zhu, and after getting those classics back, I will start to rebuild the Hidden Gate, what you have told me on weekdays, I will definitely do it, don't worry." ”

But whether it is from the tone or from the expression with a slight smile, although Mr. Wu does not see any sincerity, he also knows that he will indeed fulfill the "agreement" between himself and him, which is not equal.

But for some reason, a voice suddenly came out of Mr. Wu's heart, and when it came out of Mr. Wu's throat, it made Mr. Wu himself feel a little surprised:

"Why ......"

These three voices from the throat and eyes seem to symbolize the last confusion in Mr. Wu's life, and they also seem to represent Mr. Wu's tongue that can no longer be raised.

He was very calm, and from the outward appearance the question did not seem to surprise him at all, but rather seemed like a very ordinary, extremely boring question.

He just shook his head again, and his voice was extremely flat: "Because I am 'Sikong Gu', a disciple of 'Jianghuai Renxia', the only survivor of the Sikong family, and also the person who revived the hidden sect, this is the answer you should get, and it is also the answer you have been telling me for so many years, isn't it?"

"No ......"

His expression finally changed slightly, just because Mr. Wu, who seemed to be about to breathe in the next moment, pounced on him like a fierce tiger at this moment, and threw him to the ground, Mr. Wu's two hands with green muscles were pinching his throat at this moment.

And immersed in the memories of the past, his eyes were already slightly red, I don't know why his temperament suddenly changed drastically, and I don't know how to soothe the grievances in his heart, Xiaoliu, who reacted immediately at this moment, but when her hands just touched Mr. Wu's **** body, a momentum came towards her thighs.

This momentum made Xiaoyanagi fly up like a swallow and slammed under the windowsill, accompanied by a crisp sound, and I don't know if it was Xiaoyanagi's body that overwhelmed something after hitting the wall, or the sound of Xiaoyanagi's leg bones being broken by Mr. Wu's slam blow.

"What I'm asking is why you're doing this, you can, you can choose to treat all the agreements between us as a piece of waste paper after I die...... However, why do you ...... Why would you agree?"

He pinched Mr. Wu's wrist tightly with both hands, but because his neck was pinched, he couldn't exert any strength up and down his body, and he only felt that countless blood and qi rushed to the heavenly spirit cover and gathered the Baihui acupoints.

When Sikong Gu's face was as red as blood, and his eyeballs kept rolling upward, Mr. Wu gradually let go of the iron tongs, and the whole person fell to the side like a puddle of mud, and something crystal flowed from the corners of his eyes.

When the buzzing sound in his head disappeared, Mr. Wu's voice came to his ears again.

"Why...... Why ......"

He struggled to get up, but a pair of eyes glanced at Mr. Wu, who was already lying on the ground, trembling, there was no anger in these eyes, not even any other kind of emotion, and with his slightly rolled eyes, from the outside, it can be said that it is no different from the eyes of a dead man.

"I don't know. ”

I don't know if Mr. Wu heard this answer, but Mr. Wu's next words came to his ears.

"I'll give you a choice...... If you leave, if you give up, I don't blame you...... Don't blame you......"

Mr. Wu's intermittent voice came, but when he stopped in his ears, it was extremely empty, like an echo in a dark cave.

"Division...... Master: No...... Not me...... It's him...... Is it yang but not autumn...... Is it yang but not autumn...... It's a yang ......"

Mr. Wu's hand was raised in the air, and then fell heavily, his eyes wide open, and his mouth slightly open.

He knew that the famous "Jianghuai Renxia" in the rivers and lakes was completely in hell at this moment.

"Lonely...... Why ......"

The girl's sobs rang out, and he glanced over the windowsill, and the girl buried her face in her chest and curled herself up in a ball, except for her left leg.

"From now on...... I'm just alone. ”

He smiled in response, knowing that he wasn't answering at all, and that wasn't the answer the girl wanted. But he also knew that even he didn't have any answer in his heart at this moment.

(To be continued.) )