"I could have killed him just now." Before he left the woods, Gong could no longer suppress his anger.
It is true that he is not Wei Moyan's opponent in terms of martial arts, but with Wan Qi Haoyue, who knows all about poisons, by his side, he may not lose in a fight. He doesn't understand why Wan Qi Haoyue, who has seen through the turmoil in people's affairs, must be so persistent with Hongxian, even if
We had known each other for several months as an old friend when we were young, and now, we have paid enough for her.
In fact, even Wanqi Haoyue himself could not answer this question.
What kind of feelings he has for Xia Qingluan has been puzzled for a long time. If it is a relationship between a man and a woman but there is no desire in it, he just hopes that she can live a free life, no matter in the Poison King
It doesn't matter whether it's in the valley or in the arms of others, as long as she can put down her heavy burden and live, grow old, sick and die like an ordinary woman. Perhaps the time spent together is too precious for them, who are also lonely and helpless.
It was only because of her heartbreaking and desperate look in his eyes that he rescued him for decades, and it became his most precious memory. Even though he was called the proud son of heaven and a rare talent, he was only a half-grown child after all.
, his mind was mature, but the silence of the Duwang Valley where no one spoke all day drove him almost crazy. It was the timid girl who saved him from depression. She followed him and called her brother, believing every word he said.
Talk to him, watch everything he does carefully, read quietly with him during the day, and fall asleep in his arms at night.
Every day and night with such vivid memories was treasured as an extremely expensive treasure in his life.
"I'm sorry, Gong." The dazed expression finally changed, but the desolate smile made Gong's heart tighten, and he couldn't say more blame and blame. Wanqi Haoyue closed the umbrella and carefully protected it in her arms, a pair of
His long eyelashes and narrow eyes showed an indescribable weariness: "Perhaps, I will die by his sword."
"If that day comes, I will risk my life to protect you."
The wind in the willow forest swallows it, and it falls as red as blood.
He was willing to let go of everything just for her to be happy in this life, but he didn't think that anyone else would treat him like this.
He doesn't deserve it, he really doesn't deserve it.
Shitan smiled softly and reflected the scenery ten miles away. His eyes were filled with the vast and beautiful scenery of the country, but this world-famous smile alone was enough reason to firmly protect him.
"Gang, you are free. You no longer need to be tied to me because of the original agreement. Since I have violated the master's order, I have taken the name of the Poison King's disciple. There is no need to continue to fulfill the responsibility of guarding that the master entrusted to you. Revenge and
It's not a pleasant thing, so why indulge in it? It's not difficult to make a career in the world with your skills. If you don't want to take revenge, you can find a quiet village, marry a wife, have children, and enjoy your family in peace, and you can complete your life."
Wanqi Haoyue's martial arts are shallow and he has been soaked in poison for many years. For more than a year, he has relied on drinking to get around, but now, he wants to drive him away.
Does he think Wen Mo is still alive? Standing in front of him is the gloomy man who came to Lanling for revenge? Ever since he broke into the Poison King Valley and was given a look by the Poison King when he was a boy, Wen Mo has been
Abandoning the past love and hatred, I only think about my life as a person wholeheartedly.
And Gong's life is all about his ten thousand bright moons.
"If you want to drive me away, you can stab me with three hundred swords here." Gong lowered his head, took Wanqi Haoyue's cold hand and touched it on his chest, "I will protect you to the end of the world before I die. This is
The purpose of my life is not to take revenge on anyone."
"You are aggravating my sin."
"So what if it's a heinous crime? Anyway, I will be with you whether you live or die."
Suddenly, the person in front of me is just a young man. He is full of pride, stubborn and unstained by the world. The gentle breeze is still clear and bright like the bright moon. With a smile, the prosperity disappears and life sinks to rest.
"If you die for me, then let me clear the way for you on the road to hell."
——————————————————————————When the two figures, one white and one black, returned, Zixiu immediately noticed that the two of them had bad expressions on their faces, and the atmosphere between them was cold and alienated. It was even worse when I returned from southern Xinjiang two days ago.
She knew Wei Moyan's temper. The more things upset him, the more he refused to tell her. So he had no choice but to drag his sick body to find Hongxian at night. However, Hongxian, who had always respected her, did not talk to her this time. , there was only a few words about the whereabouts of the two of them during the day, and there was a deep coldness between the brows.
Although it is conceivable that the matter is related to Wanqi Haoyue, if the details are not explained, it will be difficult for Zixiu to distinguish right from wrong, let alone untie the central knot and restore the old relationship between the two.
"Sister Yi Rong, do you know where the master of the pavilion and Miss Hongxian went today?" Yun Yi Rong sat with his purple sleeves folded in his room. He coughed lightly from time to time, but his eyes were always fixed on Yun Yirong's face.
"How do I know this? No one has ever told me about those things in the world." Taking the opportunity to turn around and pour tea, Yun Yirong breathed out deeply.
Zi Xiu did not press any questions, and a hint of sharpness flashed through her gentle smile: "I heard that my sister went to the pavilion master privately two days ago, but what are the difficulties if she is not used to living in the pavilion?"
"It's nothing. My sister is too worried. Yi Rong just wants to ask the pavilion master how his health is lately, nothing else." Yun Yi Rong's face remained calm, but she was extremely nervous in her heart.
Two days ago, she went to find Wei Moyan behind everyone's back, and reminded him in a subtle way that he could use Wanqi Haoyue to test Hongxian. She had also made Hongxian think that whether to take action against Wanqi Haoyue would be the judge of Wei Moyan. A sincere approach.
The characters of these two people may seem extreme, but they are quite easy to understand. They are both stubborn and have high self-esteem. They can sacrifice their lives for each other, but it is even more difficult to break their own principles. Yun Yirong doesn't think he can do it What kind of dirty thing is this? They are just using the suspicion and jealousy between them to arrange a good show. If it succeeds, it is very likely that the two of them will turn against each other for Wanqi Haoyue, and the best outcome for Hongxian will be to be kicked out. Poyue Pavilion was his enemy; if it didn't succeed, she wouldn't have any complaints, after all, she was just the one who "inadvertently" offered advice.
But Yun Yirong didn't expect Zixiu to be so sensitive. Just the words she said to Hongxian that day made her suspicious.
"Sister, the world is more dangerous than the sword and the shadow. If you don't want to be harmed by it, you must keep yourself clean. Don't wade into the muddy water to meddle in other people's affairs. Be careful of getting into trouble. You must remember that harming others will ultimately harm you." The voice of the words is meaningful, Yun Yirong could only smile and pretend not to understand.
Zixiu said goodbye lightly, turned around and arrived in front of Wei Moyan's room.
There was no light in the room, but the clinking of cups could be heard. It was obvious that he was drinking again.
"If you have anything to say, you might as well talk to her. If someone deliberately framed Young Master Ye Tan, I'm afraid it won't stop there. Besides -" After hesitating for a moment, Zi Xiu still spoke, "Be careful, doctor mother."
I don't know if the people in the room listened, but when no one answered, the violet-colored water shirt left silently.
The clinking of cups and lamps in the room did not stop until dawn.