Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

I struggled to get up from the mud and water, thinking about the odds of hitting a rock with a pebble, but the result was no. Killing a juvenile clouded leopard with the power of cotton is God dozing off, and you can kill an adult tiger, you can only hope that God can't sleep forever.

Obviously we cannot have this fluke attitude. I don't know what the consequences will be if the shark bead is swallowed by the tiger. Master Jun dui this bead that sealed Hua Xuyin to be mysterious and unpredictable. With his own power, he can support a dead person to live for more than three years.

I don't know how many years it can support a beast. The worst situation is that after tonight, there will be an immortal tiger in the world, and it is not a small yellow. This is an immeasurable blow to the natural food chain and the balance of the ecosystem... Running desperately in the opposite direction of the tiger's roar , Actually, it’s fine. I have no abilities. I may not survive tonight, but even if I can’t get out of this dense forest alive, I can’t harm the people.

Although a little frightened, he tightly grasped the dagger in his hand that was washed clean by the rain, and tremblingly pointed it at his chest. If found by that animal, pierce the dagger severely into his chest, and this shark bead must be destroyed.

I waited nervously, but the tiger roar did not sound. The raindrops smashed into the mud puddles, splashed and scattered, and the messy footsteps that followed the rain fixed behind him. Such heavy rain, but can hear rapid breathing.

"Afu". It was not so hoarse like his voice. I stood there in a daze, like waiting for thousands of years without the courage to look back. In the corner of his eye, I saw him holding the sword in his right hand. The gems on the hilt of the sword glowed with a blue luster, reflecting a conspicuous red on the sleeves, which seemed to faint a rouge, and the elegance was extremely elegant.

This is him. I could feel his hand slowly resting on my shoulders, and after a pause, he crossed my shoulders across my chest, and took me into my arms. The rain was torrential, but I couldn't hear any sound, I just felt that the world was old and the sea was turning to ashes. His lips pressed against my ears, and he heard the gradually calming breath, and for a long time, he said very softly: "You scared me to death."

This is him. Obviously he could not smell anything, but he felt the cold plum fragrance firmly wrapped himself, and his two hands tremblingly hugged his arm, as if to see the blooming scene of Wan Mei in the vast ice field.

This is him. I heard my trembling voice: "I thought I would never see you again." The body was hugged tighter, but carefully avoided the scar on the left shoulder that was caught by the clouded leopard, and my cold fingers touched my eyes.

A moment ago, he felt that he would not survive tonight, but at this moment, Mu Yan was here, and all the disturbing things were flying away, but even greater sadness overflowed. I wanted to make a senseless appearance so that he could not see my weakness and sadness.

But not. Tears came up, crying sobbingly, the more I cried, the more I couldn't help myself. He hugged me quietly, pressed his fingers against the mask, and wiped away the rain and tears little by little. But this is totally futile. After a while, his cheek pressed against my forehead, and he sighed softly.

A long, long time ago, I thought, if I had a sweetheart, I would show him all my joy and happiness, and cry to him all my sorrow and sadness. My sweetheart, at this moment, he is here.

Can't see his appearance, can only feel his body being slowly turned around. Cold fingers stroking my temples and still sticking to the corners of my eyes: "Can you go by yourself?"

I nodded, paused, and shook my head. The body rose in the air, and the voice sounded to the ear: "I don't know if you still have the hurt in your heart, you have to tell me the pain."

I shook my head, paused, and nodded. He must think I am very pitiful, the feeling of pitying a siskin who was shot in the wings by a naughty child, how hopeful it would be love, it would be great if so. I know that I am a delusion, but even if it is a delusion, let me think about it for a while.

He was taken back to the inn by Mu Yan, speechless all the way. The heavy rain did not slow down for a moment.

In front of the inn, the long-awaited Zhi Su held an umbrella and waited there. I don’t know why she suddenly appeared. What can be achieved is that perhaps the guards of Muyan follow along, pretending that they don’t exist, but closely monitoring the master’s every move. When the master is in danger, they will fall from the sky. It seems to be very exciting, but it is really What is the difference between curiosity and voyeurism.

Zhi Su closed the umbrella and wanted to take me from Mu Yan's arms. He was hesitating whether to come down, but he felt the hands holding his back and legs tight. With the dim light and shadow of the lantern, when he raised his head, he could see that Mu Yan's lips were tight, his hair soaked in rain, and his pale face.

He has never seen such a cold expression, like a freezing deep water in a severe winter. I tried to reach out and grab his shoulders. As soon as my fingers touched the collar, I stopped when I stepped on the floor: "The wound hurts?"

The rain dripped down the hair on his cheeks, and a gust of wind blew the lantern in Chou Su's hand tottering, and finally disappeared. I hugged his neck cautiously in the dark, feeling that there was no resistance, and replied softly: "No." After thinking about it, I asked him, "I'm very heavy, aren't you working hard?"

I already knew how he would answer, and he must have teased me with a smile but a smile: "I will have a hard time getting up now?" But this time, he didn't say that. Something paused slightly on the forehead, breathing warm. I thought of what it was, and my face burst into flames.

There was a string of muted moans on the wooden floor in the corridor. When the door was opened, the floor-to-ceiling screen of the purple iris flower faintly revealed a bathtub, and steaming water vapored the three tall candle cages on the bronze candlestick.

Mu Yan put me on the ground and looked at the injuries on my body through the light, only to find some scratches on my shoulders, and called Xie Su one by one. Then I seemed to be leaving, but I grabbed my sleeves quickly with my eyesight:

"Where are you going?" His face finally showed a smile: "I'm just going to change my clothes, and I will see you when you finish taking a shower."

auzw.com Although I heard that Zhi Su is good at dressing wounds, she can only politely refuse her initiative to help. She casually finds an excuse to prevaricate. She will be suspicious, considering that we are. Anyone with a secret skill who is not a secret person should leave the room and let me deal with it.

Fortunately, there was a small bottle of the healing paste that Master Jun put on me when I left. After soaking in the rain, it was just a little bit of water. After having hastily dealt with the scratches on his shoulders, and put on dry clothes, Mu Yan's knock on the door has sounded, still in the tone that is neither long nor short nor slow, three times.

The door was pushed open, and Mu Yan, who was standing at the door, was dressed in black, embroidered with silver thread on the collar and sleeves, and held a bowl of **** soup in his hands. I waited for him to come. I thought about what he would come to do when I was in the shower. I thought for a long time, and then I felt that it didn’t matter what he came to do. Everything was just getting along with him, even if he just came to me **** soup. of.

As a result, he really came to pour me **** soup. The first reaction was that I was so stupid, why didn't you just assume that he was here to confess to me.

After drinking the **** soup, he didn't mean to leave. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched me lick the last drop of soup. After a while, he said: "When I was twelve years old, I went with my father for the first time."

This is the beginning of a great bedtime story. I put the empty bowl on the small table in front of the bed, pulled the quilt up a bit, and leaned against the bedside to listen to him telling this story.

"At that time, I was young and vigorous. I was trapped in the vast mountains by the enemy's trick to lure soldiers. It was also a rainy night. All of the hundred elite soldiers were damaged and their bodies were scattered all over the mountain road. They managed to protect me. I was hiding in a cave. I heard the roar of ferocious beasts fighting for food not far from the cave, knowing that they were fighting for the corpses of my men. At that time, I was shot with an arrow, even if I didn't say a word. Hidden in the cave, the smell of blood will sooner or later attract these beasts to become a delicious meal in their belly. But if it is to light the bonfire that drives the beasts, it will inevitably attract chasing enemies. Both roads are dead ends."

He held his forehead slightly. It seems to be thinking, the serious look is very different from what I have always seen.

It seemed that he didn't often tell stories with his sister. How could the stories before going to bed have such ups and downs? I held his sleeve and urged: "What about then?"

He raised his eyes to look at me, in the light of the candle, his eyes were as dark as the sea: "I have grown to be this big, and the most difficult situation I have encountered is nothing but this, but at that time, I didn't feel scared at all."

I nodded: "Well, you are brave, but what happened later? How did you escape?"

He picked up a teacup and played with it in his hands. "I thought that even this kind of thing would not be scary. I probably won't feel scared anymore in this life."

After a pause, he raised his eyes, "including when we first met, you saw me being stabbed by Qin Ziyan."

Seeing my astonishment, he smiled lightly, and still casually played with the coarse porcelain teacup: "I have calculated, in that position, where she will stab me, I will suffer more. Injury, how long do I need to rest, and how much time is left for my brother to take the opportunity to fight against me."

The porcelain cup turned around in his hand, "This thing is very dangerous, and a deviation of one point is fatal. But until the cup fell as expected and adjusted its body along the invisible blade to bear it, I didn't feel it. How much fear and fear."

The porcelain cup moved to his left hand, and he said lightly: "As if I didn't understand it when I was born, I was born with a lack of fear."

I was so shocked that I could not speak. For a long time, there was only one sentence I could say: "What if I was stabbed to death?" Thinking of Qin Ziyan, thinking of him, his careful calculations, he and Qin Ziyan are true or false , It seems that you can ignore it in the first place. The only thing you worry about is, what if? In case he was stabbed to death by Qin Ziyan and died in front of me, I have been looking for him for a lifetime, and I saw him lying next to me in blood, but I didn't know who he was. I sighed. Fortunately, God didn't let this ridiculous thing happen.

The teacup was buckled on the table, and the candlelight swayed. He repeated the two Yus lowly, just in case, but chuckled lightly: "There is no accident. It's like solving a mathematical problem with 10,000 steps. Every step is accurate, it is one hundred thousand one hundred thousand, and there will be no one-tenth thousand mistakes. If there is, it is because the problem is not thorough enough..."

I interrupted him: "But not every thing in the world is a math problem. If people have emotions, they will be afraid, so there must be an accident."

He put his fingers on his forehead: "Oh? Then tell me, Ah Fu, why are people afraid?"

There is no need to think about this kind of question: "Because there is something I want to protect."

He looked at me for a long time and slowly said, "You are right, that is why I am afraid tonight."

I don’t know why the topic suddenly turned here, my head didn’t react, and for a while, I was dumbfounded: "But you said you were never afraid..."

He reached out and took my hand: "Tonight, I am scared."

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