Canghai quietly did not resist. Shi Shuoxi felt a trickle-like internal force flowing through the veins of Canghai, he pressed his hand on the middle point of Canghai's chest, and slowly poured a trace of internal breath, Canghai did not resist with luck, and he was abnormally well-behaved. His heart was beating at Shi Shuoxi's hand, Shi Shuoxi raised his eyes and stared at his face, controlling his internal breath to run slowly in his body for a week, withdrawing his hand, and actually sighed.

"You believe me so much?" his tone was more melancholy and low than he had found Canghai hiding behind a tree for a long time. He'd asked that before, but last time he was obviously happy.

Canghai looked at him fixedly from just now, "How much do you know about me?"

"Hmm...... It's hard to say. Shi Shuoxi's left eyebrow lowered, "But there are palpitations, difficulty breathing, and chest pain, right? Sometimes I don't hate you to be comfortable...... But I checked it for you just now, and there is no blockage in the meridians, so it seems that it is due to overwork recently. ”

Canghai was stunned and speechless. The brighter and brighter the light in his eyes, he lowered his gaze.

Shi Shuoxi said again: "Xiaobai, I have to apologize to you. Just now I thought you were squatting here because you suspected me, but it seems that I am living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. He lowered his head and smiled, "Do you know the Dao, as long as I vomit the palm power just now, I can kill you?" But you even asked me to put my hand on your chest, and I didn't even have a faster heartbeat?" Shi Shuoxi thought for a moment and came to a conclusion: "You are simply not human. ”

Canghai hung his head and still didn't speak.

"I am fortunate to know you in my third life. ”

I never realized that Shi Xuan's voice could be so gentle and beautiful. Canghai raised his face, with a faint smile on his face, and stretched out his right hand, "Then, we are a lifelong friendship?"

Shi Shuoxi smiled, but it was melancholy and heartbreaking. He also slowly stretched out his hand, towards Canghai's right hand, "...... next life"

Canghai's smile expanded, "In the next life, we will still be brothers!"

“...... Huh?" Shi Shuoxi's hand paused in the air, his expression a little distorted.

"What's wrong...... Don't you want to?" the little white face wrinkled aggrievedly. The hands of the two people were frozen in the air for a while, and a large handful of mint grass was stuffed into Canghai's hand. "I've sent you!" Shi Shuo turned his head angrily, "You remember, no matter who it is in the future, no one is allowed to touch your big hole......" Suddenly he saw the rabbit on the ground, and immediately ran with a shout in shock, and fell to the ground. "Ahh......h I—I didn't mean to, I just thought about Xiaobai, ouch, did it hurt? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Canghai smiled helplessly, his nose was full of mint cold.

Shi Shuoxi sat on the ground, holding Erbai on his lap with one hand and Hua Niu with the other, but his eyes secretly looked at Canghai meaningfully, opened his mouth a few times, and gritted his teeth and swallowed back. "Forget it, you don't need to know it. ”

"What did you say?"

"Didn't say anything...... Hey, wet?" Fox raised the rabbit with both hands, "Ahh......h You...... Why do you love to hold grudges like Xiaobai......! My pants ......"

Canghai bent down and smiled. Holding a cool mint, like a bridal bouquet.

The starry sky tonight is so beautiful.

Not long after Tang Qiuchi and Xue Hao fell asleep, they heard the door of their room smashed, and a very unhappy voice outside the door shouted: "Brother Tang, Brother Xue, come out and drink with me! Hurry up! Don't sleep!"

With a "bang", Tang Qiuchi's door was kicked open, and the quilt on his body disappeared immediately, and he was pulled up by the collar in the next second. "Oh, what's the matter, Brother Shi, I'll talk about it tomorrow......" Tang Qiuchi was in a daze, and he was still lying down, and he was picked up again.

"Don't sleep! Get up and drink!"

Xue Hao was pulled out of the room by the collar with his eyes in his eyes, "Brother Shi...... What's the matter with so much excitement?"

"Is this called excitement! Lao Tzu is very unhappy now!"

Xue Hao was so sleepy that he leaned forward and closed, wearing a white single coat and sitting on a small bench in the courtyard of the first dye, and there were six wine jars on the kang table in front of him that I didn't know from whose house I didn't know, three wide-mouth large cups, two of which were filled with wine, and one of which was empty. Shi Shuoxi simply drank into the wine jar, and the wine was not drunk, but poured directly into his throat. ,

Xue Hao tried hard to open his eyes, "Brother Shi, if you have anything unhappy, just say it, why do you want us to come out and drink alone?" No one paid attention to him, he stabbed Tang Qiuchi, Tang Qiuchi thought that Shi Shuo was dissatisfied, and quickly raised the wine glass and raised it at himself.

"Hey, what about you?" Shi Shuoxi finally spoke up, grabbed the hem of Tang Qiuchi's underwear and wiped his face, "It's a waste, isn't it? Wine is for drinking! Who told you to wash your face and feed, feed ......?"

With a bang, Tang Qiuchi's forehead hit the table and he didn't move. Seeing this, Xue Hao also hurriedly lay on the table.

Almost immediately, there was a snoring.

"Hey, are you two drunk or asleep?"

Shi Shuoxi's eyes were deep and bright, staring at the lying posture of the two of them for a while, and then looked up to the sky and poured a sip of wine.

Underground Vault.

Dark, dry. Like a dungeon.

There was no light in the secret room.

Only on the stone table in the middle of the room, a brazier was burning. The dark red flames danced, reflecting the large black cloak of the man at the table. A wide hood covered his head, and a black cloth cloth covered his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that were still hidden in the shadow of the hood. I couldn't tell his age or appearance, only that there was a narrow red border on the edge of the black cloak.

He didn't move. Like a statue. It seems that even the copper basin that has extinguished the fire is more alive than him. On the stone table in front of this person, there is a set of bookware on the left, the inkstone is thick, the shelf is full of pens, and a stack of white propaganda is pressed under the brass paperweight.

There was a ventilated iron window behind the head of the red-edged black cloak, and the faint blue night light pierced through the iron bars, and silently slapped on the top of the canopy.

Click, click. At the entrance to the chamber, there was a sound of the soles of shoes colliding and rubbing against the stone bench. Soon, turning a right-angled wall, a black cloth robe appeared at the top of the stone staircase at the back of the chamber, and the wide black cloak almost mopped the floor, and even the shoes on the visitor's feet were not visible. The visitor stood at the top of the stairs for a while before continuing to descend the stairs. The black cloak obscured the movement of the legs and feet, and the figure floated down the steps like a ghostless ghost.

The red-rimmed black cloak by the brazier finally moved.

The visitor walked directly to the red-edged black cloak and sat down in the red light of the brazier. The man's hood hung lower, revealing only a smooth chin.

This should be a young man.

On the half of the stone table, there was also the same set of bookware on the right, and neither of them spoke, not even looking up at each other. The person who came picked up the brush, and by the uncertain firelight, took out a white xuan and began to write. The eyes of the red-edged black cloak immediately fell on the flames of the copper basin. When the visitor had finished writing, he spun the paper and laid it on the red flame with a black cloak facing the red edge. The paper soon caught fire in the middle, creating a black-edged hole that was completely reduced to ashes in an instant.

But the red-edged black cloak had already seen the words on it, which were eight seal characters:

After the wild goose pagoda was explored, it was almost exposed.

The red-edged black cloak also lifted the pen, but with his left hand, which wore a white jade wrench on his thumb. The hands of the people who come and go are all hidden in their sleeves even when they write.

The red-edged black cloak used his left hand to drop eight thirteen lines of penmanship on the white xuan:

Be cautious and stick to it. Deployment?

When I finished writing, I turned it upside down and put it in the brazier.

The visitor wrote:

It's close at hand, it's imminent.

The red-edged black cloak nodded and wrote quickly, and the words in the fire were:

Patiently press and cover your companions.

The visitor immediately wrote:

Ten thousand eyes are focused, and there is no leakage in the calculation and action.

With that, the two of them watched as the only evidence turned to ashes in the brazier and paused. In the middle of the night, the red-edged black cloak picked up the pen again:

Is it secret to come to see in danger?

This time, the answer was only four words:

I have a witness.

At a critical juncture, take the lead, but do not hesitate to break your bones.

This is the last sentence that the red-edged black cloak wrote to him before parting. The paper had not yet burned completely, and the visitor had already gotten up and walked up the steps of the exit.

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At the beginning of this paragraph, I wrote myself to cry......