Chapter 17: After all the years, the beautiful face
Who in the world of mortals can cause me to be obsessed with three thousand people, looking forward to my life, a song and dance will rise and fall, and I will fall into reincarnation.
Even when she was kneeling in front of the dimly lit lamp, there was no trace of regret on her delicate and beautiful face.
"I have never regretted saving her on the street, nor have I any regrets for my decision now. At that time, I was so obsessed that I did shameless things and drove her almost into a demonic state. Now she is in trouble.
Haoyue must not stand by and watch her suffer."
"Okay, what an infatuated young man." The Poison King laughed angrily. He didn't expect that his apprentice would be so stubborn, obsessed and turned into a demon, regardless of morality. "I will teach you where the poisons in the world come and go, and what they do.
You are so talented and intelligent that you can pass on my Poison King sect. Who would have thought that a little demon girl could seize all three of your souls and seven souls? It is I who regret it, why did I accept such an unsatisfactory disciple like you!"
He stood on his knees, silent, with a faint hint of fatigue under his plain expression.
"Get up." An arm was stretched out from the side and placed under Wanqi Haoyue's shoulders. With a little force, he lifted up the man who was so weak that he seemed to be just a bone. He frowned, somewhat blaming the Poison King for his indifference.
With my current physical condition, let alone kneeling for long periods of time, even standing consumes a lot of energy.
Ging is a cold and hard-hearted person. The Poison King has deliberately distanced himself from him since he rescued him. He was asked to protect his only disciple because he only valued his strength after his potential exploded. This man with a rebellious character and an extremely inconsistent face and heart has never acted like this.
He was treated with kindness, and as the guardian of Wanqi Haoyue, he became a stranger to the Poison King.
Although he saved his life, it turned him into a monster with different body and mind. He had no respect for Poison King Gong, but maybe a trace of hatred. The only one he wanted to follow and protect was the one who seemed mysterious and powerful but was actually kinder than anyone else.
The powerless Mr. Ye Tan.
"Go back and rest."
"Wen Moqing, this is my business in the Poison King Valley, you-" Suddenly, the harsh voice stopped, and the already stooped body became even more bent. Wanqi Haoyue didn't care about her own weakness and hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man who was unsteady.
An unbearable flash appeared in his eyes. Poison King Valley was the hard work of his master throughout his life. His master had been very good to him since he was a child, so that when he passed away, there would be someone who could inherit all this and prevent it from being lost.
The skinny and wrinkled hand trembled and pressed on Wanqi Haoyue's hand, the same tone of voice, but it changed greatly: "Haoyue, don't blame the master for being cruel. Let's not care about the Wanqi family's hatred. Luan girl has no place for you in her heart.
, why do you have to be so infatuated with it? Wei Moyan is a lonely and cold person, and the red string is his forbidden love and he will not allow outsiders to get involved. If you continue to think about it, Master is afraid that you will be destroyed by him!"
The huge contrast in personality did not shock Ging or Wanqi Haoyue. They had long been accustomed to this kind of behavior - the Poison King had been like this a few years ago, always turning into another person at random times, or splitting into two.
Completely opposite existences. One is vigorous and strict, while the other is amiable and kind-hearted. The Poison King himself knows that there are two different consciousnesses living in his body, so he does not want to go out to meet people.
"There is no word of justice in the world. The winner is king. How many people have never stained their hands with blood? Luan'er embarked on this road was also forced by the world. You should know her kind master, who is so careful that even the flowers and plants are...
How can a person who dare not climb a mountain have the intention to kill for no reason?" He helped the old man to sit down as if to comfort him, and the elegant young master Ning He offered cold tea, his attitude remained firm. He had saved Xia Qingluan three times, but this time, his decision
There will still be no change: "Master, you can save people tomorrow, but the bright moon can guarantee that there will be no bloody disaster in the Poison King Valley."
"I hope so. Come here." The white-bearded old man waved, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over with a cold air.
Fumbling for the hand that had killed many people, the Poison King showed his gentle dependence on the young man in black for the first time: "Gang, Haoyue is aloof and indifferent. The only person he trusts in his heart is you. I entrust him with his life."
is you."
"If you don't say anything, I will guard him until death."
"That's good, that's good..." A look of relief appeared on his dull-eyed face, which became increasingly peaceful and serene, "Go and rest early. Take more care of your body, so as not to worry others."
.I will try my best to save Luan Yatou tomorrow. Whether I have the power to save her or not, I can only leave it to fate."
After the two young men exited the room, their empty eyes that had long lost their light and color were tightly closed.
He wandered around the world for half his life and lived in seclusion in the Valley of the Poison King for half his life. He had no close friends in his life except Yue Lao, whom he always called the old guy. Looking back on the past, there was no trace except rows and rows of bottles of strange poisons.
When the stone falls, leave the valley immediately, otherwise this place will be in danger.
The old guy with an eccentric and dull personality left these words more than ten years ago. Why didn't that old friend who was said to know destiny tell him that all the causes and fates were related to the two apprentices? If he had known this earlier, it would be better to end it in time.
, how did today’s situation come to be?
"Old guy, do you really feel sorry for your apprentice? Isn't Haoyue my only apprentice? Your secrets always mislead the world and do a lot of harm to people." With a bitter smile, the blind old man took out the porcelain bottle in his sleeve and raised his head to hold it.
Swallow the elixir inside in one gulp.
To save or not to save, he had already made a decision in his mind.
After a night of wind and thunder, there was constant pattering and continuous rain. It was almost noon when the clouds dispersed and the rain began to fall. The moist breath turned into smoke and lingered in front of me.
"Pavilion Master, the medicine has been fried." Xiao Qian respectfully served the bowl outside. Yesterday's conflicting episode has been forgotten in his mind. As long as he treats the young lady sincerely, then he has the need to continue to swear loyalty to his servant.
When the car door was opened, puddles of rainwater fell on the ground. There was finally some noise in the car that had been quiet all night: "There is no need to fry the medicine for tomorrow."
Despite many doubts, Xiao Qian remained silent and handed over the medicine bowl.
This medicine was given to Xia Qingluan. It could not cure the disease but it could protect her from exhaustion and death. She was unable to eat after sleeping for a month. At first, Wei Moyan personally fed her some rice water, but as time went by, her body quickly weakened and became thin.
He issued a warning that if he continued like this, even if he did not die from the nightmare torture, he would still die from having no food in his belly and being unable to support himself. During that time, the children in Poyue Pavilion often saw the master leaning on the handrail with cold eyes and dripping water for several days.
If you don't go forward, it seems like you have to experience the pain together.
Later, thanks to Shao Bi's many inquiries, I was able to get this prescription. Taking it once a day on time can keep Xia Qingluan from being tired and hungry all day long. This is how I can barely keep Xia Qingluan alive until now. If it breaks, wouldn't it mean that it blocks the way to survive?
The brown concoction overflowed from time to time, and while holding the medicine in one hand, the other hand had to keep wiping off the contamination on her beautiful face with a sweat towel. Giving medicine to a comatose person is already very troublesome, but it is rare that Wei Moyan took the trouble to take care of it, and it took more patience than
He devoted more to anything else in his life.
As long as it was about Xia Qingluan, he would do his best wholeheartedly.
There were heavy footsteps outside the car, and you could vaguely hear short breaths until you were outside the door.
"Master Wei, please move forward and let me check to see what kind of poison Luan Yatou has been exposed to."
The silent figure was silent, and it was not until he gently wiped off all the medicine stains and lay the frowning sleeping woman down again that he got up and got out of the car. His eyes were still entangled and unwilling to leave.
How many more years are there left to be able to smell his breath and stay together?
He was afraid that if he turned around, the life he was obsessed with would be lost.