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He let out an ambiguous laugh. The burning knife in his throat was too strong, causing him to cough.
He coughed until tears came down.
How could the feeling of loving someone be so painful?
How could it be so painful …
"I just want you to live.
I just want you to live … "Fang Tuo's voice was low and muffled, as if he was crying," Even if you don't love me.
Even if you can't see me, even if you hate me … As long as you live, as long as you exist in this world where I live, I will be satisfied … Why is it so difficult … Linno,
Linno … "
Violent coughing sounded. Blood mixed with the strong wine choked out together with tears at the corner of his eyes.
The child called Dog,
Could hug his leg and beg, "Don't die.
I'm afraid … "
The woman called Hu 'er's mother,
Could hug the person she loved.
She said, "Even if it's for me,
I beg you, don't die … "
He also wanted to hug him and beg, "I beg you, anything is fine.
I only beg you.
Don't die … Don't disappear from this world … "
But he didn't dare.
What was he? That person would at most give him the word "Scram" … That person, in fact, didn't even bother to say the word "Scram" to him, right? He even felt disgusted when he looked at him … His heart shrank into a ball again in pain.
The strong wine poured down his throat. It was bitter and spicy.
In his memories, there was not only bitter wine.
That person had also smiled at him.
He clearly remembered that when they first met, the white-clothed youth who was so beautiful that he didn't seem like a mortal gently pushed the jade box in front of him. His slender fingers were more flawless than jade. His voice was cold and leisurely, without the slightest frivolity, "Treachery is indeed shameful, but this wasn't cousin's original intention. As relatives, we don't want to fall into misfortune because of a promise. Brother Fang is also an elder brother, presumably you can understand our feelings. "
He paused for a moment before continuing, "Cousin's talent is astonishing. Entering the Nascent Soul stage is not a problem for her. A Nascent Soul stage cultivator's lifespan is three thousand years. Brother Fang, on the other hand, is only a mortal. I'm afraid this kind of marriage is not a good thing for brother Fang. Now that the engagement has been annulled, I'm willing to use this box to compensate your mother for her help. "
At that time, he didn't react to what that person had said. He only thought that how could his voice be so pleasant to the ears? Every note seemed to be plucked at an invisible string in his chest, causing his body to tremble and his breathing to become difficult.
By the time he regained his senses, that person was already gone. He laughed at himself. That person was the white cloud in the Ninth Heaven. A mortal like him could only stand on the ground and look up.
Although he had such thoughts, he still held the jade slip in his hand and practiced it day and night.
If that person was in the sky, he could also climb up step by step.
However, the path of cultivation was not a smooth path. The world of cultivators was a hundred times crueler than the mortal world.
He beheaded a man who coveted his magic treasure, but he didn't expect that person to be the illegitimate son of the Thousand Soul Sect's sect leader.
He was blocked at the entrance of the secret realm, watching the souls of his grandfather, sister, childhood friends, and neighbors screaming miserably in the hands of the Thousand Soul Sect's disciples. There were people everywhere, but he felt as if he was standing in an endless wasteland. There was only coldness, despair, and endless hatred in his heart.
He said "Okay" and walked towards them step by step. Didn't he just want his left hand? He gave, he gave everything.
He knew that if the other party wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as lifting a hand. This was just to torture him. If he gave his left hand, he would still want his right hand. And his legs, his life … No matter how much he gave, his grandfather and sister would not have a good ending. Therefore, all he asked for was a chance to perish together with his enemy.
Just one more step, just one more step would be enough … He held the Thunder Pulse Bead in his hand and closed his eyes.
A scream sounded without warning, followed by the furious voice of the Thousand Soul Sect's sect leader, "Junior, how dare you!"
Fang Tuo opened his eyes and stared blankly at the white-robed young man with a sword on his back. The white-robed young man stood in the wind with a corpse lying at his feet. The young man said indifferently, "I've already killed him, what's there to be afraid of? The battle of cultivators does not involve mortals. Who dares to say that there won't be a few descendants without spiritual roots in the future? If we vent our anger on them whenever something happens, won't we all die without descendants? Not only do you kill mortals to vent your anger, but you also refine their souls. Do you really think the cultivation world is a place without rules? "
Then it turned into a chaotic battle.
Fang Tuo found himself inexplicably becoming a bystander. His low cultivation made it impossible for him to intervene. It was only when a Buddhist disciple came over and asked if he wanted to help release the souls of his relatives that he realized the matter was over.
"Where … where's Linno?" He heard himself ask in a hoarse voice.
"Benefactor Lin just fought with the sect leader of the Thousand Soul Sect and suffered some internal injuries. He should have gone back to heal now!"
Fang Tuo was sad. When he saw that person again, he could only look up to him.
He began to unconsciously pay attention to that person's whereabouts. Whenever there was news of him, he would find an excuse to rush over. Knowing that he loved good food and wine, he would collect them everywhere.
But he didn't know if it was because fate was too shallow, but he missed the opportunity again and again until he finally met that person at Pan Yang Lake. He drank a little too much. His eyes were misty, his cheeks were slightly red, his lips were stained with wine, and his long hair was a little messy. He stretched out his finger and touched the long sword in his hand, reprimanding, "Killing people is killing, killing chickens is also killing. I didn't even complain that you're too long to cut crabs … Besides, I'm so good at cooking, it's your blessing that I'm willing to use you. Why are you so pretentious!"
Fang Tuo didn't expect that this person would have such a childish side after being drunk. He couldn't help but smile.
Suppressing the joy in his heart, he found the best wine from the space and handed it to that person to thank him for his help last time. But that person looked at him blankly. He clearly didn't remember who he was.
Fang Tuo couldn't hide his disappointment. He watched that person holding the wine jar and walking away with light steps. From time to time, he would raise his head to take a sip. He wished he could become the wine jar in that person's hand.
Later, he accumulated more and more good wine and food in the space, but he never had a chance to give them away.
The cultivation world was so big, and people came and went like the wind. Even if he chased after that person's footsteps, he couldn't catch up.
For a full two thousand years, he only saw that person twice. When they passed each other on the street, he was still nervous about what to say first, but he couldn't find that person anymore.
Then, he went to the Endless Sea.
When he hesitated to use his last magic weapon, that person fell from the sky. His heart was drowned in ecstasy. He came to save him, he came to save him! He must remember who he was …
His mind was in a mess, and it was a moment too late for him to crush the Small Teleportation Talisman. His body gradually turned transparent, and the last thing he saw was that person giving up on the chance to teleport and rushing in front of him to block the silver blade. Behind him, the half Flood Dragon broke free from the Enchanted Treasure and pounced forward in a frenzy …
No! No! No!
With red eyes, Fang Tuo desperately rushed over from five hundred miles away. But what left him was only a mess. The island was split into two halves, and the reef was scattered with blood.
He searched all the places nearby, and then went to the Lin family to grab that person's life plate. He found that person with a secret method.
That person was lying on his side on the bed. He looked peaceful as if he was sleeping. The wound on his lower abdomen was no longer bleeding, but it stung his eyes deeply.
Fang Tuo couldn't find any signs of life on him. He could only take out that person's life plate with trembling hands. The soul flame on the life plate was so weak that it seemed it would be extinguished in the next second.
He was going to die …
How could he die …
Fang Tuo wished he could kill himself. If he didn't make a fool of himself on the battlefield, if he used his last resort early, if he insisted on letting him block the Banjiao and let this person go first …
What followed was a long and fulfilling few hundred years.
He brought the sleeping Linno and roamed around. As long as he knew there was news of spirit herbs, no matter how dangerous it was, he would go there … He didn't know how many times he escaped death. His cultivation was getting higher and the spirit herbs he found were getting more and more precious. But it had no effect on that person's injuries.
The elixir he used on Linno could freeze his injuries, but it couldn't freeze time. Seeing Linno's death approaching day by day, he was helpless like a trapped beast.
Only the Thousand Threads Gu, only the Thousand Threads Gu …
He hugged that person as if he was offering a sacrifice. His heart was cold. He knew that this person would never forgive him. His pitiful love was strangled to death by him in its infancy before it could even begin.
But it didn't matter. As long as he was alive, everything was fine … everything was fine.
But he still didn't expect that person's reaction would be so intense.
That person chewed his own tongue to regain consciousness. He crushed his own hands and feet to escape from the Spirit Confining Chains … Fang Tuo used the Thousand Threads Gu's senses to find him in the cold cave. He saw him sitting on the ground covered in wounds. He expressionlessly pierced his own arm with a sharp stone to resist the tide of passion. At that time, the disgust in his eyes wasn't towards Fang Tuo, but towards himself.
Fang Tuo expressionlessly went forward and brought him back to his residence.
I know what you hate the most. I will do it, I will do it.
Under the Thousand Threads Gu, when one's emotions are stirred, the other will also be unable to control himself. So, as long as you don't get emotional, it's fine.
Covering that person's eyes, Fang Tuo pierced the Bone Eroding Nail into his own chest. The bone-deep pain made his face contort. He crazily slammed into the nail and saw that person's tears slowly seeping through the black veil …
Hate me, hate me!
But, I'd rather you hate me to the bone than let you disappear from this world.
…
Afterwards, he didn't see Linno for a very long time. He knew that Linno didn't want to see him, and also because he wanted to find the elixir that could cure Linno's injuries.
He crazily plundered in the cultivation world. No matter what kind of dangerous situation he was in, he would rush through it. Finally, one day, he encountered a crisis that he couldn't resist. Before he died, he activated the disk array and went to Linno's cave. His heart was at peace.
I've always been afraid of facing your death. Now, I'm going to die first. This is very good.
He was afraid that person would be unhappy, so he didn't dare to get on his bed. He only sat on the bed, imagining that person was still quietly lying on the bed … Fang Tuo slowly closed his eyes … This is very good, A Nuo, this is very good.
He fell asleep with a smile. He thought that this sleep would last forever. But he still woke up.
It was like he had a sweet and strange dream. When he opened his eyes, he was still sitting on the ground, but he had turned into a five or six year old child. His injuries were all gone, and his Cultivation was also gone.
What shocked him even more was that the Ten Thousand Spirits Pure Root and the Flawless Body — these two constitutions that only existed in legends had actually appeared in his body.
There was still the fragrance of wine in the air. There were remnants of an unknown large formation around the cave after it was activated.
He found Lin Ling-er. Lin Ling-er was horrified. "The Phoenix Perching Great Formation, Nirvana? How is this possible? You don't have the essence blood of the phoenix. How can you be Nirvana? Are you also a descendant of the Lin family? "
He left without saying a word and sneaked into the school where Linno temporarily stayed. He saw that person stiffen for a moment when he saw him in the form of a boy.
A moment later, he found his way into the secret room of Linno, who was said to be in closed-door training. He only saw an empty futon on the ground.
What else did he not understand?
Fang Tuo laughed loudly. He laughed so hard that even tears came out of his eyes.
You thought you were saving that person, but in fact, you had interrupted his peerless opportunity. You thought you had transferred half of that person's cultivation, but in fact, you had sucked away his power to be reborn. You thought you had cured his injuries, but in fact, you had taken away his peerless talent, his path to the heavens ….
That person, he was so proud, but from the beginning to the end, he actually didn't mention a single word.
That person, he was so proud that even if he had the chance, he would disdain to take back his own things. Instead, he used the essence blood of the phoenix, Nirvana Qi, and the opportunity of rebirth to return his hundred years of Cultivation.
Linno, Linno, do you know that I have never hated you so much!
… …
Fang Tuo drank wine in big mouthfuls. His vision gradually blurred. He seemed to see that person climbing ashore in a sorry state from the water and heard him call him in a low voice, "Fang Tuo."
"… Here."
Here, I'm here. I've always been here.
… What about you?
"Fang Tuo!" A sweet-sounding voice sounded with some anxiety, "What time is it now? You're still drinking here!"
Fang Tuo glanced at Lin Ling-er. His expression was somewhat unhappy. He raised his hand and drank another mouthful. He didn't say anything.
Lin Ling-er snatched his wine jar and said, "Kunlun has issued a kill order for you. Now, who knows how many people are waiting to take your head! Can't you hide? "
Fang Tuo smiled faintly, "Let them come." They would never be able to imagine how terrifying the aptitude of the Ten Thousand Spirit Pure Root and the Flawless Body was. They would never know how terrifying the things that person had left for him were.
"You …" Lin Ling-er stomped her feet and said, "I know you're powerful, but you … Why did you go and destroy other people's Kunlun Mirror for no reason?"
Fang Tuo said faintly, "What's the point of keeping a useless thing if not destroying it?"
But her heart shrank into a ball in pain. The grandmasters of Xuanmen couldn't calculate your karma. The divine monks of Buddhism couldn't find your soul. The Kunlun Mirror couldn't reflect your next life … Where are you? Where are you! Where are you …
Linno, Linno, Linno …
Cold water splashed on his face. Qin Song slowly opened his eyes. Sharp pain came from all over his body. His hands and feet moved slightly, but the iron chain made a dull sound of impact. Qin Song groaned. It took him a while to remember his current situation.
His last memory seemed to be of him crying and begging for mercy. But he was still branded by the red hot iron again and again. It was so painful that he almost died. He fainted several times.
Just as he thought of this, a wave of heat came in front of him. Qin Song looked at the approaching red hot iron. His body began to tremble reflexively, causing the tall man to laugh.
"Didn't you say you were a tough nut to crack?" That person threw the soldering iron back into the brazier in boredom. He slowly lifted the boy's chin that was soaked in cold sweat and said, "You can't take it anymore after two rounds of torture. Southerners are indeed weak … But, tsk tsk, you're quite good-looking."
He was beautiful, but his identity was special. He was locked up because of that matter. He didn't dare to act recklessly before the higher-ups said so.
The man let go and said, "Give me the thing."
His subordinate handed over a piece of paper. The man took it and stretched it in front of Qin Song. He said, "This is what you just confessed. You should still remember it, right? Later, copy it obediently and sign it. Then you won't have to suffer anymore … Hmm? "
Qin Song looked up. Maybe it was because the pain was too much that his memory was a little blurry. He only remembered that he was in so much pain that he admitted to whatever they said. He only wanted to suffer less. It seemed that it was indeed these things.
Qin Song was silent for a moment. He said, "Can I sign it?" His voice was low, hoarse and weak.
He actually dared to ask for conditions!
The man sneered, "What do you think?"
Qin Song let out a sigh and said, "Then forget it." If he really had to write the confession that he was a spy from the Northern Qi and that he wanted to assassinate Qin Yue to drive a wedge between the Chu and the Qin Kingdom, what awaited him and his family would be the most miserable fate. Even the Chu Kingdom would be implicated.
He closed his eyes and didn't speak anymore.
The man was furious. He forcefully grabbed his chin and sneered, "Do you think you didn't enjoy enough just now? Since you don't want to write, then there's no point in keeping your hands. Someone, help Qin Song Gongzi crush his beautiful fingers one by one! "
Qin Song helplessly opened his eyes again and said, "The King Of Qin ordered you to interrogate me. Do you really want to know why I tried to assassinate him, or do you want to force me to copy the story you made up? Do you want to ask clearly before you come? "
The man's expression became serious, "So there's a hidden reason why you tried to assassinate the King?" Wasn't it because of what happened in bed? Was there a hidden reason? Was he going to make a great contribution?
Qin Song smiled, "No, I'm just killing for fun when I'm bored."
"You!" The man shook him off and said, "Watch him!"
Qin Song lowered his head and fell asleep.
…
Qin Yue looked at the young man chained to the wall. His expression was cold and his eyes were malicious.
The young man's head was lowered. His long hair was messy and fell to his waist. He was still wearing his thin underwear, but the layers of blood stains made it impossible to see its original whiteness. Its owner was also no longer cold and arrogant. Covered in cuts and bruises, he was dragged by the iron chain. His thin and slender figure showed a miserable beauty.
"At the beginning, he was so arrogant." The man who first carried out the punishment stood beside Qin Yue and said, "But after a few lashes, he started to cry for his father and mother. When the soldering iron was touched, he was even more unbearable. He almost peed in his pants."
Qin Yue sneered. The man waved his hand and someone splashed a basin of cold water on the young man's head. The young man tilted his head slightly. It was obvious that he had woken up.
The man went forward and pulled the young man's hair to raise his head. Qin Song looked up at the man beside him, then looked at Qin Yue who was sitting in front of him. Then, he lowered his eyes again.
"Speak!" The man shouted coldly, "Why did you assassinate the King? Who ordered you to do so? "
Qin Song was speechless. If he really wanted to assassinate the King Of Qin, he should have done it when Qin Yue was at his weakest. Why did he resist so desperately from the beginning? It was fine that this man did not know the inside story, but why was Qin Yue here?
"Do you really want to know?"
The man said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Because … the King Of Qin has … body odor! I can't stand it. "
The man was dumbfounded. For a moment, he did not know how to continue the conversation.
Should he refute: Nonsense, the King doesn't have body odor at all!
Or should he ask: You want to assassinate the King because he has body odor? How preposterous!
After a while, he came to his senses and said angrily, "Are you playing with me?"
"Yes!" Qin Song said lightly, "I am playing with you!"
The man raised his hand and was about to slap him when a cold snort came from behind him, "Is this what you meant by being as obedient as a dog?"
The man was stunned. He knelt on the ground and said anxiously, "My King, this boy has forgotten the pain after the scar healed. As long as I teach him a lesson, he will immediately become obedient!"
"Is that so?" Qin Yue chuckled and got up to pick at the brazier. He pulled out a red-hot soldering iron. The man heard the sound and looked up. Seeing this, he hurriedly said, "How can I let my King dirty your hands with this kind of thing? Let me do it."
"You do it?"
"Yes, yes, I will do it, I will do it." The man reached out to take the soldering iron. The next moment, he let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground, twitching and rolling as if he had been electrocuted.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.
Qin Yue threw the soldering iron on the man's shoulder to the ground. The corner of his mouth hooked up, "It's really interesting."
His gaze fell on Qin Ge.
The boy pursed his lips, his face pale.
He knew that he had fallen into the most dangerous situation. The ruthlessness and interest in the King Of Qin's eyes were frightening. However, there was no difference compared to before. Those people did not torture him for the sake of giving a confession, but purely for the sake of torturing him.
"Your bones are indeed very hard, and your courage is also very big. I like it very much," Qin Yue said. "It seems that this Lonely One should thank you. It's been a long time since this Lonely One has encountered something so interesting."
He pulled out another soldering iron from the brazier and smiled, "It's really interesting."
He slowly walked forward and lifted the boy's chin. He put the red soldering iron close to his face and said, "I heard that you are very afraid of pain?"
Qin Song did his best to turn his head to avoid the heat. His voice was still light, "Yes."
Qin Yue lowered his head. The boy under his palm was trembling. His face was as white as paper. His drooping eyelashes were very moving. His lips were wet with cold water. Although they were pale, the shape of his lips was shockingly beautiful.
Qin Yue looked and unconsciously stroked his lips with his thumb. Sure enough … it was as soft and beautiful as he imagined.
His desire to torture him was temporarily suppressed by another desire. Maybe … there was no rush. He should enjoy it first.
Feeling the touch on his lips become slower and heavier, Qin Song looked up and saw Qin Yue's Adam's apple move slightly. He heard his gradually heavy breathing.
Qin Song was first stunned. Then he became angry. He fiercely shook his head and avoided Qin Yue's finger.
Qin Yue twisted the boy's head back. Holding his chin, he said quietly, "Open your mouth."
Qin Song gritted his teeth.
Qin Yue slowly put the soldering iron close to his face. He lowered his head and said hoarsely in his ear, "Open your mouth." His voice was low and hoarse. It carried a certain dangerous meaning.
Qin Song looked at the red iron piece that was close at hand. Although he hadn't touched it yet, the skin on his face had already been scorched with a scorching pain. The tiny hairs on his face were burnt, making an indiscernible sizzling sound and an unpleasant smell rushed into his nose.
His body was trembling uncontrollably, but in the depths of his heart, he felt that this kind of fear was so superficial. It was as if he was sitting below the stage and watching other people act out their emotions … Most importantly, why did that bright red piece of metal look a little intimate and enticing?
"Open your mouth!" Qin Yue pinched the boy's chin and forced his face to the soldering iron. He made a low threatening sound in his throat, "Hmm?"
Then, he saw the youth finally raise his eyes. His pair of pitch-black eyes didn't have the slightest bit of fear as he had imagined. Instead, they were as tranquil as a clear pool. When Qin Yue's heart trembled slightly, he saw the youth gently raise the corner of his lips and press his face against the crimson iron. Such a tragic action, yet this youth actually carried a kind of unhurried and unhurried feeling.
The dazzling white smoke stung his eyes. The sizzling sound deafened his ears. The smell of burnt flesh assailed his nostrils …
Qin Yue was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He threw the soldering iron far away and retreated a few steps. After a while, he heard the sound of his heart beating.
He was actually scared! The king of Western Qin, Qin Yue, who had killed countless people, was actually scared. At that moment, he was panicking.
"My, my king?"
Qin Yue violently gasped for breath. He looked at the boy who was about to faint. The meaning in his eyes was hard to understand. "Wake him up for me!"
Qin Song woke up and saw Qin Yue's enlarged face. It was still gloomy, but there was a trace of exasperation in it. He gritted his teeth and said, "You're afraid of pain, but you'd rather be tortured by the soldering iron than let me touch you."
Qin Song glanced at him and said in a light voice, "Yes!"
Qin Yue was furious. He didn't notice it before, but now he could easily hear the contempt and contempt in the boy's voice.
He lowered his voice and said, "Good, very good. If you don't care about anything, I don't know what to do with you. Tell me, if I hand you over to the military camp, how will the criminal army treat you? "
He smiled and said, "What about the world famous Qin Song Gongzi? Maybe if you play the zither and sing for them, they'll take pity on you?"
Qin Song said, "You wouldn't dare."
"I wouldn't dare?" Qin Yue laughed and said, "You said I wouldn't dare? In this world, is there anything that I, Qin Yue, wouldn't dare to do? "
He grabbed Qin Song's chin and said coldly, "I just wanted to scare you. Since you said I wouldn't dare, if I really let you go, it would show that I'm incompetent!"
Qin Song frowned. "Your Majesty, did you forget that I hurt my face?"
"Don't worry, they won't despise you. Although your face is hurt, you still have good skin and flesh!"
Qin Song looked at him and said with a helpless expression, "Your Majesty knows that I'm famous, but you should know that I have scholarly honors. Although I didn't have time to participate in the court examination, I came from Xie Yuan … "
Qin Yue laughed and said, "Came from Xie Yuan and is famous … Do you think that means anything to me?"
Qin Song sighed and said softly, "So … you're an idiot."
Qin Yue was furious. "What did you say?"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Rotten wood can't be carved … You didn't cultivate with me, so why should I teach you?"
Qin Yue was not a fool. Previously, he only treated Qin Song as a plaything. After being repeatedly provoked, he lost his former sharpness. Now that he was enlightened several times, he finally understood. He was a king, so he naturally knew that he could only conquer the world with a large number of soldiers and generals. To rule the world, he relied on all the officials. People of this class had very strange tempers. Sometimes, they despised each other and disliked each other for inexplicable reasons. Sometimes, they would firmly stick together.
All the officials had their pride and couldn't be humiliated.
Qin Song came from Xie Yuan and was famous all over the world. If Qin Yue only raped him, it would be considered a personal loss. However, if he ordered people to torture Qin Song to death because he refused to submit, it would be tyrannical and immoral. It would be a disgrace to all the scholars in the world. If it really spread out, not to mention the other countries, even the scholars in Daqin itself wouldn't work for him.
If it was the Qin Yue from before, he might not take this matter to heart. However, now that he had just conquered the three countries, it was the most chaotic time. He deeply understood why it was easy to conquer the world, but difficult to rule the world. At this moment, he didn't dare to anger the officials in the world.
If Qin Song's face wasn't injured, they could quietly kill him and report his sudden death to cover it up a little bit with a grand burial. Even if the officials knew what was going on, those who wanted to curry favor with the powerful would pretend that they didn't know and still surrender. However, if he had obvious injuries on his face, the officials couldn't pretend to be stupid even if they wanted to.
Moreover, he was famous all over the world. It would be difficult to hide his corpse from the world even if he wanted to.
Qin Song saw that his face changed in an instant and knew that he had figured it out. He chuckled and said, "His Majesty didn't deliberately hide this matter from the public. Now that my face has been tortured … Why don't you torture me again and see if you can make me make a copy of the confession? At that time, you can beat me, kill me, or humiliate me as you wish. "
Qin Yue looked at him deeply, snorted coldly, and left in a huff.
Qin Song watched the figures of these people disappear, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He sighed, "It's really not easy to keep my life."
His eyes fell on the soldering iron that fell on the ground. The hot soldering iron now had a faint layer of frost …
"Forget it. If I don't have enough strength, I'll make up for it with quantity."
Qin Song drank a jar of wine and finally became dizzy. In the end, he lost consciousness. When someone came in and put him to bed, he didn't react. Instead, he had a strange dream for the whole night.
In the dream, he stood high in the clouds. With a wave of his sleeve, the sea turned upside down and the earth turned upside down. With a draw of his sword, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked. He galloped freely and was very happy … Unfortunately, when he woke up in the morning, he was still a useless scholar who didn't even have the strength to truss a chicken.
After a simple freshening up, he came out. Han Pu and Yu Sheng were fighting in the courtyard. Qin Song watched for a while and felt that it was interesting. He casually broke a willow branch and called out, "Han Pu!"
Han Pu turned around and asked, "What?"
Qin Song smiled and said, "Watch my sword."
A "sword" stabbed over.
Han Pu rolled his eyes. Before he could say, "Don't mess around," his pupils suddenly shrank. He wanted to retreat, but he also wanted to raise his saber to block. In the end, he just stood there in a daze, watching the soft willow branch stop in front of his forehead.
Looking at Han Pu's scattered pupils and the big cold sweat on his forehead, Qin Song slowly withdrew his "sword". He smiled and said, "How was it?"
Han Pu felt that his heart had just started beating again. He stared at Qin Song for a while as if he was looking at a monster. He swallowed hard and said, "This, last night you …"
Qin Song nodded. Han Pu let out a series of strange cries and rushed out.
Qin Song laughed.
Yu Sheng said blankly, "What's wrong with him?"
Qin Song smiled and said, "He probably feels that he has lived his life in vain …"
Before he finished speaking, Han Pu's strange cries came from outside the door, "I have lived my life in vain for the past twenty years! My God, how can you bully people like this … "
Yu Sheng put away his weapons, the two short swords, and said, "I'll tell them to set up the table."
Qin Song nodded and his eyes narrowed. He did not deliberately hide his acquaintance with Han Pu. Anyway, when he was in the Southern Chu, he had a lot of friends and knew some heroes who were good at martial arts. It was reasonable that his friends were worried about his situation and came to help him. With Han Pu's skills, if he accidentally sold himself to him, it would be suspicious.
What surprised him was Yu Sheng's reaction. Unless Yu Sheng was blind, he should have seen through it. But he was indifferent. It was not that he hid it too well, but he did not care about it at all.
This Shadow Guard was so innocent that it was a little scary.
Qin Song retracted his mind and thrust out his "sword" again. This time, however, he couldn't find the feeling of the casual stab when he was joking just now. He tried several times in a row, but each time was more useless than the previous one … Fortunately, he had never thought of reaching the sky in a single bound. Shrugging his shoulders, he threw away the willow branch and went to have breakfast.
Because Han Pu ran away without a trace, only Qin Song and Yu Sheng could eat breakfast. When Han Pu came back, Qin Song had already finished practicing the sword and was doing woodwork with Yu Sheng.
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