Let Me Shoulder This Blame!

Song Zhiqi looked up and his eyes suddenly tightened.

The figure was in front of her eyes, and it was still a consistently tough and overbearing stance. It was impossible to stop him from all the swordsmen who had fallen.

Originally, there was no trace of the defensive posture, and under the siege of the assassin, the conspiracy was finally conspicuous and could not tolerate the neglect of self-deception.

The emotions suddenly violently rushed up, Song Shouqi gritted his teeth, the taut body almost trembled, and the darker twilight appeared.

Who wants him to save...

After all, the body with a shackle is limited. The tall and straight white figure suddenly steps back a few steps. The blade that smashes down on the face, the sharp blade has penetrated the shoulder.

The blood color instantly smashed the clothes, and the young man’s eyes narrowed: "Right phase!"

The familiar name blurted out, and rushed to bite the lower lip, whimpering back a bit of instinct.

Su Shi was besieged by the siege, and it was too late to be a little emperor. The two wrists are intertwined with a hinge, and the sword is stuck on the shoulder of the handle. The black man in front of him turns out the battle circle, but in the blink of an eye, someone is stunned to make up.

Ming Ming has been easily smashed by Yu Linwei's chopping vegetables, and the rest is still not rushing to him, and finally let Su Shi thoroughly realize that he has gotten a lot of skills.

镣铐 Restricted most of the movements, Su Shi smashed his eyebrows, grasped the blade with his bare hands, pulled it hard and threw it on the ground.

Song Yi’s knife will open the assassin in front of him and turn his eyes to Lu Li, still in the siege center.

The white figure of the **** blood has almost stood still, and the eyes that hold the sharp and sharp killings are like the frost and the snow, still showing the arrogance that cannot be humiliated.

Unfamiliar emotions quietly stirred up, and the figure that was branded at the bottom of his eyes burned his heart hot, drank a bit of attention, clenched his long knife, and put it into the battle circle.

With Su Shi firmly holding on to hatred, Yu Linwei quickly took the absolute advantage, and as long as it was not long, the assassin had already done a lot of fuss.

Although there is an analgesic, the consumption of physical strength cannot be ignored after all. Seeing that the figure of the last black man fell, Su Shi finally got rid of it. He couldn’t help but step back and his body was almost soft.

Both hands reached over and helped his body.

Song Shou's eyes narrowed and he plucked his hand violently. His face suddenly cooled down and his sleeves retreated two steps.

The hand that fell down was put into the sleeve of the robe, and the warm blood of the palm suddenly turned into a hot magma. The young man had a tight fist, and the scene of flesh and blood did not make him feel the slightest movement, but the blood of the person who kept open in front of him, but inexplicably called him scared.

It is clear that it is a day and night to want to want his life.

Every night, the humiliation will not be swallowed and swallowed. In every dream, the cold hatred of the man’s slashing and smashing.

But at this moment, all of them turned into a confused stalk in the chest.

The momentum is not good.

Seeing that the protagonist's misunderstanding value fluctuated up and down, Su Shi slowly breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the Song dynasty hard, and turned to turn to the little emperor with a faint and uncertain face.

The look was cold again, and I was about to open two swear words, but my body shape suddenly shook.

Song Yu’s gaze suddenly tightened, and the snowy blade rushed past, but it was still a slow step.

Originally it was the arrow that went to Song Zhizhi, and he did not enter the back of Luli.

Time seems to be stagnant for a moment, Song Yan almost dripped in the eyes, throwing a steel knife in his hand, and hiding the net in the dark, the assassin of the cold arrow hit the commandment.

Song’s gaze trembled and fell on the man who blocked the last arrow for himself. His body was suddenly wrapped in chill, and he was so cold that he could not stop shaking.

The 镣铐 镣铐 叮 叮 蓦 蓦 蓦 蓦 镣铐 镣铐 镣铐 镣铐 镣铐 镣铐 镣铐 镣铐 镣铐 镣铐 镣铐 镣铐

Finally, I couldn’t help myself. Song Shouyi stepped forward and raised his hand to help the person in front of him, but he helped.

Luli touched the ground with his knees and kneeled in front of him.

The extended arm was in the middle of the road, and Song’s breath was stagnation. His eyes were like what was burnt, and he collapsed and fell on the figure that fell in front of him.

This is the first time Lu Li swears at him.

The two were nearly twelve years old. In the year of Lu Li’s high school champion, he was just a young prince who didn’t understand anything. He watched the father’s smile and brought in the young boy who was as elegant as bamboo. He gave him a companionship. .

Lu Li made his three-year companionship, and he entered the DPRK as an official. In the past three years, Lu Li never missed him. He didn't feel anything wrong. He just followed the bright and dazzling figure and enjoyed his gentle and patient teaching and care. He hoped to grow up as soon as possible. Growing up to be a modest gentleman like the other.

After Lu Lu entered the hall, it was only a short three years, but everything was completely different.

The man won the imperial heart and was promoted to the right. Since then, he has become cold and proud, flying and flying. The gentle smiles of those eyes have long been unable to find a trace, and every time he sees him, he is arrogant and disdainful.

Suddenly, he did not have the slightest position in the court. If he said something, no one would take it seriously, and the things to be done were inexplicably obstructed. The Prince's House was repeatedly suppressed, and the father and the world even gradually forgot to have him.

Then I realized that those gentle and easy-going, elegant and bright, are just a layer of cover-up cover. When a person gets power, he can step on everything.

Hate quietly breeds, day and night, reading books and humbly seeking the emperor's way, secretly contacting the courtiers to construct the forces, and finally wait until the time is crazy.

The identity was reversed, he became the winner, and Lu Li became a prisoner.

He had sworn that he must be called Lu Lizhen in front of himself. Now that man has finally collapsed, he has not had the pleasure of winning the slightest victory.

"Right phase!"

Song Wei first discovered that it was wrong. The arrow stepped over to support the stiff body of the man and turned over the arm.

The warm blood color almost completely wet the white clothing, and Lu Li did not move on his shoulder, and his eyebrows were pale and pale, and he had completely lost consciousness.

"The **** of the emperor back to the palace!"

Song Yu slammed the man and screamed. He was about to hold the Luli in the carriage, but he was suddenly pulled by one hand and pulled over the elbow.

The people in the arms are hurt too much, and they can’t be delayed for a moment. Song Yu’s heart was anxious, and he tightened his eyebrows back to meet the dark and complicated eyes of the younger son.

"...the car is faster."

Song Zhishuo whispered, and the knuckles were forced to faintly whitish, almost like to overthrow their long-standing foundation.

One newspaper still reported, he thought.

Regardless of what, Lu Li saved him this time, he must also save the other side, and then do not owe each other, continue to calculate the old account.

It’s so simple to die, it’s too cheap for this person.

Song Yu’s look was complicated for a moment, and there was no refusal. When he was holding the Luli into the Imperial carriage, Song Shouyi also sat in.

The whip sounded and the carriage rushed toward Miyagi. At the moment of entering the palace gate, Song Yu suddenly seemed to bow his head.

The person in his arms slowly opened his eyes, his eyes blinked for a moment, and he resumed the Qingming, and he could see the situation in the carriage.

The radiance of the fundus illuminates, and even I have never noticed it. Song Shouqi eagerly sat up straight, looking at the pair of eyes that were still clear and frosty, and moved his lips, but did not speak.

Lu Li smashed his eyebrows, as if he had figured something out, and he was arrogant and indifferent, and he returned to the face of the pale snow, and the tone was mocking and cool.

"You are afraid that you will be wrong. I never thought about saving you, but those people are going to chase me to fight..."

His breath is not stable, his voice is low, and there is no such thing as a cold and arrogant look. Song Hao couldn't help but tighten his arms, and muttered: "You are very hurt, don't talk."

Lu Li did not listen to him, but struggled to support his body: "Parking."

"What are you going to do?"

Song Zhixuan finally couldn't help but open his mouth. He almost had some anger in his eyes and stared at him: "You have been seriously injured and you are dying! You are not going to cure the wound. Do you really want to die like this?"

His tail is almost soft, his chest is undulating, and his eyes have unconsciously revealed some hidden pleadings.

Lu Li is only cold and gaze, and the language is cold: "The emperor's painstaking layout, the regent king rushed, is not to kill my life?"

His words were like sharp ice cones, which made the two men's chests sullen for a while, and they could hardly say anything, but their hearts were infinitely cold.

"Lu Lu wants the right to dig into the wilderness. What he wants is rich and rich. From the day he walked on this road, he never thought about getting a good end."

The body is on the verge of being on the limit and can only rely on the system's stimulants. Seeing the look of the two men bleak, the little emperor's eyes were dull, and Su Shi's heart was finally a little gratified, but the face was still not obvious.

"Parking, letting the minister go down, or the court will die in front of the emperor, and the emperor will pick one."

"Lu Li!"

Song Yu couldn't help but scream, but when he couldn't say it, he was interrupted by Song Shouqi: "Since the right side is determined, it is not easy to reluctantly. The Regent will send the right to go back."

Hearing the sly and cold tone of the young man, Song Hao couldn’t help but look back, but the carriage had stopped.

Lu Li did not return to the real head, and it was difficult to hold up and hold the car door slightly tilted, almost slamming down.

He was already a strong end, but barely supported by his heart, his body was suddenly fell, but he had already smashed into the wide and strong arms.

The familiar warmth called Su Shi almost gave birth to some illusions, squinting and raising his eyes, but greeted a pair of black sputum that almost fired.

Song Yi did not say a word, just picked him up, took the reins of Yulinwei's hand, took the man to sit on the stable, all the way out of the palace gate, and rushed to the palace.

The horses are bumpy, only the pain of the glass is added, but Song Hao has no time to take care of it, only to bite his teeth and force the whip.

Hurry up, hurry up.

He can even feel that life is passing through the body that is guarded by his arms. The strong fear is in his heart, and all thoughts are exhausted, leaving only a nearly stubborn thought.

It’s okay to ask this person to survive, even if you hate yourself...

The carriage did not move, and Song Shou was sitting still, his eyes falling on the glare of the scare left by Lu.

Lu Li did not want to give in to him, and even refused to be favored by him. He was not surprised.

This is the proud and arrogant right side. As long as he is awake, he will not be willing to bow to anyone. Even if he has reached the stage of life and death, the humiliation is far more unbearable than death.

Song Zhiqi rigidly hooked the corner of his lips and suddenly forced his face into his hands.

The blood of the palm of the hand is burned on the squinting eyes, and the eyelids are dry and painful, and there is no water.

It is his self-love, how can that person save him.

How could it save him?

The duration of the stimulant has reached the limit, and Su Shi’s consciousness was forced to leave, returning to the virtual space, and smoothly smashing the system hidden in the background.

"Because the skills were originally used by the staff, in order to prevent the staff from actively closing the skills in order to escape the plot, once opened, the hatred will be stretched for twenty-four hours."

At that time, I was only happy to get rich overnight, but forgot to talk about the special effects of the host. The system was guilty and cautiously: "And because of the complexity of the world, the scope of special effects is very wide, not just for humans, but for 'anything.' Playing your stuff 'is effective..."

So at the time, it was true that even the cold arrow saw that he was not pleasing to the eye. It is estimated that even if he does not turn around, the arrow can be bent on his back.

When I think of the whole oolong, Su can't help but have a headache: "I regret it now, can I return it?"

“Because the host is not a staff member, this experience is only twenty-four hours, with 18 hours left, the effects will automatically expire.”

The system quickly added a sentence and tried to continue: "If the host is satisfied, the mall also provides a user-specific crack version, you can choose to buy..."

"No need."

Su Shi categorically declined, and he has already set aside the determination of the remaining nine hours.

This body is quite a serious injury, and it may not be able to wake up. Looking at the life value that has fallen below the warning line, Su Shi still bought two more Yuanyuan continued Dan and put it in his backpack.

In other worlds, these names seem to have no real utility as fake medicines, but in the ancient world, they have the magical effect of saving lives.

His mission this time is actually very simple, just [live to the throne ceremony, seeing Song Shouyi become the real king of a country].

To complete the task, you only need to make sure that you can live that day, and that day is still relatively free. Therefore, Su Shi did not force the development of the plot, but occasionally in his spare time, there will suddenly be a vague idea.

It is not the same as doing the task for the plot every time. This time, the task seems to be the real wish of the original.

Even if he didn't want to experience it, he would like to live harder and live on the day when the new emperor was enthroned, let the body witness the whole thing.

Moreover, this experience point does not seem to be unstable, the pot slipped a circle, but he was able to hold him on the edge.

Finally, I changed my protagonist who can win the heart. If you are cold and eloquent, you can lower your feelings. It is better than some of the protagonists who choose to forgive themselves.

I remembered the gaze of the little emperor who was looking at him when he was looking at him. Su was relieved and relieved, and suddenly he was black.

The buffer time is over, his consciousness is separated from the virtual space and returned to the original body.

Underneath is a not-so-hard warm touch, the shoulders and arms are firmly shackled, the effect of the analgesic has faded, and there is a faint tear in the back.

The noisy sounds around the ear, the sound of the footsteps and the collision of the handing things, sounded the doctor’s careful voice: "Wang, you have to pull the arrow..."

Song Wei slightly dagger, took the cut ginseng, carefully rubbed the pale cold lips of the fingertips, and pressed the ginseng under the tongue.

His hands have always been long swords, and I feel that I have used too much force, for fear of hurting people with delicate glass in my arms. Although the arms are firmly holding the shoulders and arms of the other side, but they dare not force the foot, the chest is almost devoutly attached, to protect the shoulders and shoulders of the cool and weak.

The white coat that had been soaked in blood was carefully cut, and the white sputum with the powder was pressed around the wound. The blood was already scarred. The arrow was cut off by Song Song when it came back, but it was still deep. Did not enter the heart.

On the way back, Luli did not react at all. Even the eyebrows did not rise slightly. Only the faint temperature and pulsation that the chest faintly revealed could make people feel the subtle vitality in this body.

Ming knows that he probably can't hear his own words, and may not even wake up, but Song Hao can't help but bow his head and stick it on Luliang's ear: "Forbearance..."

The arms that hold him are not tightened. He has never been like this, and he is eager to hurt.

The hand holding the arrow rod twitched and tightened, and the medical officer hesitated for a moment, finally slamming back.

The blood rushed out instantly, and the whole field of vision was dyed into a bright red.

When the powder was sprinkled, it was washed away. The medical officer’s forehead had already oozing a dense cold sweat, and he hurriedly took a new day, and pressed it with desperation to make it to the extreme.

When it is pressed, it is saturated, so it starts again. I don't know how many times I repeated it. The water in the basin at the bedside has completely turned into a dazzling blood. The bleeding of the wound was finally stopped, and the best wound medicine in the army was immediately carefully applied.

The almost stiff arms finally pulled away a little, and Song Hao still held his body in his arms, watching the medical staff deal with the wounds neatly, and dealing with other slightly light injuries.

Li Yi has also been thoroughly soaked in blood, and can no longer be worn. The expensive and exquisite fabric was carefully cut, Song Song raised his arm slightly, and wanted to remove the clothes for him first, but suddenly the blood-stained clothes fell out of the bright yellow fabric.

Song Yu couldn't help but squinted at the eyebrows. He raised his hand and pulled out the bright yellow fabric. When he opened it, he looked down and sank.

It is the alum of the emperor's sin.

He was also present when he was kneeling. Song Shou held his sword and stood proudly. He looked at the right to be pressed under the gallery and personally read this edict.

The words are all hateful of almost oozing blood, and the young king of the boy has undoubtedly hated Lu.

But he can't figure it out. What kind of mind is Lu Li based on, when he has already fallen into a situation where he has nothing, he still leaves such a book that he can't wait to smash him, even carrying it around.

Not too clear to think clearly, his wrist was suddenly held firmly by a hand.

The palm was cold, and the fingertips were twitching with power, but still clinging to his wrist. Song Wei Wei Wei, instinctively fell into the eyes, greet the eyes of the Qingling cold spring.

"Give me back, this is not something you should take."

The voice of Lu Li also bears the faint hoarseness of the beginning, but the tone has already shown a strong sense of coldness that cannot be violated.

Suddenly, my heart suddenly trembled, and the surprise was intertwined with the anger that suddenly rose up. Song Song couldn’t hold back the strong emotions. When I waved, I became more and more stunned and hoarse.

"Right phase...Is it really eager to die?"

For the first time, he treated Lu Li with a rude and blunt attitude. When he said that he had already regretted the exit, he greeted the slight look in his eyes, and that inexplicable anger could not be released.

It was he who led the troops and rushed back to help, and finally set the end of the defeat.

They pushed Luli to a dead end. When Luli only wanted to die, they were so glorious that they asked each other why they had no survival.

The chest was full of remorse, and Song Hao carefully held him on the soft pillow, and stepped back, his voice sighing bitterly.

"If I said, I just went back to Beijing to help, I don't know if it is to break your back... Are you willing to believe me?"

Lu Li did not speak, Xuan Xiu’s eyebrows were slightly raised, Qingling’s eyes fell on him, and his eyes showed a little doubt and no anger.

In the face of the indifferent and cold eyes of the other party, Song Yu breathed a little, and his eyes finally dimmed.

He really didn't care.

Since the death has been decided, naturally no longer have to care about who will send him to the dead end. Song Yu hangs his eyes and tightens the shackles. He wants to be smashed together with the above crimes.

"The right side is resting, at least tonight"

Unwilling to ask him to look up to himself again, Song Yi knees on one knee, half a squat on the couch, put the wound medicine on the pale and slender fingertips of Lu Li, carefully helping him to hang a trace of the shackles behind his ears.

"At least tonight, the right side of the right security sleeps, take a break, okay?"

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