In the memory, I couldn't see anything clearly, like a thick fog filling my eyes. I reached out to grab it, but a pain like a shatter in my body pierced my heart. He forgot that he couldn't move.

"Don't move, bear with me for a while......" a soft voice like a song fell in his ears. This gave him the idea of living - yes, to live, to know who had saved him. In order to know, what kind of heart will have pity for a pile of stinky filth in the deep alley?

"Su Su ......" he silently called to the back in front of him, his eyes slightly moist. I haven't seen you for ten years, Su Su ......

Even if it wasn't Su Su in front of her, it was the only clue to find her...... She must have seen Su Su, otherwise, why is it so similar? What's even more strange is that if this is also Konoha's calculation, how can he know?

Not far away, the sound of the pipa in the restaurant started again, and the woman turned around the corner.

He moved his stiff body in the cold wind, ready to chase after him. Coldly, there was a sudden blow to the back of his head, like an exploding thunder, and the sky in front of him suddenly stretched out his fingers. Not good......

The world is spinning......

In the chaos, it was the bone-chilling coolness of the bluestone slab that woke him up. He struggled to get up from the ground, as if he was still trying to find a little remnant of Su Su in the world. But the sound of the lute was no longer audible, and the empty wind whistled through the streets, taking everything with it. It was still dark.

"Su Su......" he sneered.

Who is so vicious that he actually uses the shadow of Su Su to confuse him?

Anger burned all over his body.

Holding on to the root of the wall for a long time, he stood firm. Confused, staggering, and seemingly conscious, it seems that it has no control over its own behavior. Slowly moving his steps, but always unable to step on his center of gravity, just moving for the sake of moving, to resist the numbness in the back of his head.

I don't know, his mind stalled.

You have to find something to refresh yourself.

The word "wine" came out of my subconscious.

The aroma of wine wafts in the wind, and the sweetness is in the heart. By the way, probably only alcohol can sober him up. In the erratic surroundings in front of you, there are familiar steps, familiar pavilions, and familiar voices. But the door was shut.

smashed it a few times with all his strength: "Lao Tzu wants to drink!"

The wooden door opened, revealing a blush face. He actually walked to the Ning Xiang Pavilion!

Laughed miserably: "Do you want to do business?"

Ning Xiang Pavilion had long since closed, but Yan Hong still helped him in. Stepping on the masonry floor of the Ning Xiang Pavilion, but it was like stepping on cotton—could it be that he was still intoxicated in a dream? I don't know, he just wants to drink, get drunk, wake up, and everything will pass, just think that this night has a dream related to Su Su.

Yan Hong sat across from him, didn't ask him anything, just handed him the jar and opened the seal.

He hugged the altar and poured a few large sips, the strong fragrance was fragrant, and the wine entered his intestines, burning his stomach and his whole body. The numbness faded, the stinging pain in the heart gradually faded, the consciousness of the mind became chaotic, and all the sensory endings slowly dimmed. He still wants to drink, fighting for his life, and getting drunk all night.

In the drunken haze, he saw a trace of melancholy on his beautiful face. Is it sympathy?

He said roughly, "Don't sympathize with me. Those who sympathize with me have no way to live. ”

Yan Hong just smiled softly at him, without a superfluous word, as if to understand his sadness.

I don't remember when Yan Hong left, I only know that I am buried in the cup, and I can no longer see the surroundings clearly, and I can't tell the difference between facts and illusions. In the illusion, Su Su was still smiling, unusually sweet.

He was woken up by a bucket of water.

It was early in the morning on the streets—last night, and suddenly it felt like a world away.

A bucket of ice water poured from head to toe, and the chill was like an arrow piercing through the heart. Suddenly, I woke up like a dream. How he got to the street, he didn't remember at all.

It's just that I can't find Su Su in front of me, and I can't find Yan Hong. Looking up, in addition to the dazzling sky, there is an even more dazzling face¬ - Wang Hong. It was this bastard who treated him like a beggar for the first time they met!

The smell of wine has not dissipated, there is nowhere to vent the resentment, and a scoundrel energy burns like a fire through the strength of the wine. He jumped up: "What? Do you want to find it?" and went to fish for his sword. It's weird, not in the waist. Look at Wang Hong's hand again—when did he have the courage to take the remnant sword?

When he collided with it, he was pushed to the ground by a greater force.

Heh, is he surrounded by the swordsmen of the Feather Sword Sect? Seven or eight people, specially to deal with him. Everyone glared at him as if they were staring at a demon, as if they were going to tear him apart.

"Going together?" he stood up again, his fists creaking.

"He's not sober yet. Wang Hong waved his hand around, and then shouted to him, "Take you to a place, sober up and talk about other things." ”

"Can't say it here?"

Wang Hong suddenly glared at him fiercely, and said angrily: "The young master asked me to ask you: Is the purple jade order still on you?"

The black face instantly turned into a terrifying white face. Last night, he vaguely remembered something, thinking that Konoha appeared, chased after the woman who seemed to be plain, was attacked, and then- drank wine. He didn't remember it at all, maybe when he was attacked, that person was coming for Ziyu Ling?

Oh no, in front of Chu Tao, how should I deal with it? I touched the root of my stiff and cold neck - this is really not enough to pay for my own head. It's over, it's over......

Wang Hong smiled dismally at him: "Come with me and take a look, he said, it can really make you sober up." ”

The town is still asleep, rarely inhabited. None of us have woken up from last night's horror. Even when I woke up and saw the stone archway at the entrance of the town, I thought I was having a nightmare. A human head, with hair as a rope, hangs from a high place. The face distorted by the horror was still twitching, and it had already stiffened—it was a cat! The blood was dripping from the heights, along the plaque, all the way to the street, and it was dry. There were no corpses around, and there were no traces of blood from the carcass.

Xie Junhe approached and couldn't speak anymore.

Several Qi family swordsmen gathered around the stone archway and pointed, talking and laughing, and their faces were as good as Qi Heng that day. Their curiosity about him drenched in water was undiminished. You could read in those faces how jubilant the North Shore must have been at this moment. It wasn't until Cheng Yunhe came quickly that they scattered as birds and beasts. Leng Fengyi followed behind Cheng Yunhe, veiled and covered her nose - Xie Jun and the numb nerves had just noticed that the smell of blood on the street was disgusting.