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"Your Lanzhi is always there, don't be afraid." Pei Lanzhi patted Jing Yu's back lightly.

He knew how many stupid things he did when he was a teenager. He ignored Jing Yu, thinking that Jing Yu was a broken sword, not worthy of him, and even used words to hurt the other party... At that time, he had a new sword.

It was a precious sword named Fufeng, good at attacking and attacking. The sword spirit is a smart man, in sharp contrast to Jing Yu's dullness, he is more sharp, but this kind of sharpness is by no means taboo, but Fufeng The first impression of the sword is like a splash of ink on mountains and rivers in the brush of a master.

He got a good sword for the first time, he was crazy with joy, he didn't allow anyone but himself to touch it, he also didn't like Jing Yu being close to his sword, because Jing Yu was not qualified, his world seemed like He couldn't tolerate Jing Yu's existence more and more, and he isolated him.

At that time, Jing Yu must have been like this now, quietly hiding in the corner, not daring to disturb them, just looking at them from afar with envious eyes.

In the living room, Saraj and Nick were hugging and lying by the window basking in the sun. Jing Yu's eyes were full of longing. He was not accepted by his relatives. Such neglect might be enough for him to remember his whole life.

He regards Pei Lanzhi as the only relative in the world, so what does Pei Lanzhi think of him?

Just a useless sword spirit.

Pei Lanzhi laughed uglier than crying, he choked up and said, "Your Lanzhi, he treats you badly."

Jing Yu hugged his legs and pursed his lips, trying to justify Lan Zhi, who he was guarding, but what could he say?It's not that his master is bad, it's just that he isn't nice to him.

"I...I..." He was thinking, as if he suddenly thought of something pleasant, he took Pei Lanzhi's hand, "Go... this way... I'll show you..."

Pei Lanzhi didn't know what he wanted to do, stood up obediently, and followed Jing Yu carefully to the cellar without disturbing Saraj and Nick kissing me.

Behind the living room, there is a staircase at the connection with the corridor. From there, the first floor is the wine cellar, and the second floor is the torture room hidden by the Special Criminal Investigation Department.

After Saraj and Nick were out of sight, the thorn rain dropped, and the actions seemed to be much more relaxed, "Master... gave me a gift..."

Pei Lan was stunned, and Jing Yu began to search in the wine cellar awkwardly. On the sturdy and tall constant temperature shelf, the expensive red wine swayed under the spotlights, showing an attractive color, but Jing Yu's purpose was not to find a bottle of wine, he He fumbled around the wine bottle, but couldn't find the gift he mentioned, and his expression became panicked and urgent.

Seeing that his mood was unstable, Pei Lanzhi hurriedly comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay, let's look for it slowly."

"It's gone..." Jing Yu was so anxious that his eyes were about to burst into tears, but he accidentally failed to hold the red wine bottle tightly in his hand, and fell to the ground with a bang, and the red wine splashed everywhere.

The moment he was startled, Pei Lanzhi subconsciously protected him, but Jing Yu still trembled violently, "Woo... I can't find it!"

"I can't find it... Lanzhi... sent me..." Jing Yu opened his eyes wide, and the water mist quickly moistened his crow-feather eyelashes. Seeing that he was about to cry, Pei Lanzhi's heart was almost crushed. Jing Yu hugged him to the wooden table in the center of the wine cellar, blaming him for not remembering what gift he had given Jing Yu, so he had to coax him patiently: "What gift did Lan Zhi give you?"

Jing Yu's eyes were hazy, his consciousness was unclear, and his expressive ability was also poor, "Red...red...soft..."

Before he finished speaking, Pei Lanzhi heard Saraje calling the door outside the wine cellar, which interrupted Jing Yu's thoughts, Jing Yu suddenly stopped talking, but Pei Lanzhi became anxious, thinking that the poor dog is really a follower, what did he get involved with? , It’s not messy enough, but it depends on the owner to beat a dog, he secretly resented, and comforted Jing Yu with his arms around him, “It’s okay, I’ll help you find it, and you will find it.”

"Jian Sui." Jing Yu said blankly, "Jian Sui..."

Pei Lanzhi paused, and immediately cupped Jing Yu's face with trembling hands and said, "It's Jiansui? Are you sure?"

Jing Yu hummed aggrievedly, and in the next second, he was tightly pressed into Pei Lanzhi's arms, as if two people were one, and there was no way to separate them, "Yes, I found it, let's go see Jiansui."

After he finished speaking, he hugged Jing Yu horizontally, opened the door of the wine cellar, and walked upstairs to his room. Sarraj ran over upon hearing the wind, and saw the master was tightly guarded by a man, threatening in a low voice After yelling a few words, he walked away again.

Pei Lanzhi carried Jing Yu back to the room, put her on the big black bed, then opened the closet, and took out an exquisite gift box from the corner of the closet covered by clothes.

He put the gift box on Jing Yu's lap like offering a treasure, "Baby, open it and have a look."

Jing Yu stared at the gift box for a while, then carefully unfastened the tortoiseshell-shaped buckle, and with a snap, there was a red sword fringe in the center of the gift box.

Jing Yu picked up the sword tassel in a daze, and felt an indescribable emotion from the smooth touch.

Pei Lanzhi was uneasy, wondering if Jing Yu would throw his heart out in the next second, "Do you... like it?"

This sword tassel is spun from snow silk thread, dyed and woven. He made it himself. From the day he knew that Jing Yu would go to the human world to practice, he started to prepare everything. He thought that Jing Yu would I am willing to make a contract with him, so I prepared the sword tassel, and wanted to hang it on Wu Chuijian. A sword, if the owner is recognized, the sword tassel will be hung, so that others will know that the sword has an owner.

It just didn't occur to him that Jing Yu didn't want to recognize the master, so he had to carefully hide the sword tassels he wove. Jing Yu didn't want to recognize the master, it didn't matter, he wouldn't force him.

I remember that a long time ago, the broken Wu Chui Sword also had such a sword tassel, but it was not actually a gift from him to Jing Yu.

When he was young, he had the Fufeng Sword, and he was so happy that he even forgot who he was. He admired the power of the Fufeng Sword, admired the character of the Fufeng Sword, and appreciated the noble and reserved manner of the Fufeng Sword, so he held the Fufeng Sword to a high position , I can no longer tolerate a narrow position in my eyes, even if Jing Yu can barely gain a foothold.

He never thought of giving Jing Yu a sword tassel to prove his identity. The red sword tassel, the sword tassel that died with Jing Yu, was originally intended to be given to Fufeng Jian Linglong...

It's just that Linglong Sword already has a sword spike, which was left by Linglong's previous master, so Linglong declined his sword spike.

When he was young, he had a strong self-esteem. After being rejected, he threw the red tasseled sword ear on the ground in the side courtyard. At that time, Jing Yu lived in the side courtyard. He thought, since Linglong doesn't want it, then throw it It was dropped, but later, he saw that Jing Yu picked up the tassel at some point, and hung it on the tail of his sword, like a tassel.

For this reason, he often laughed at Jing Yu in his heart, but he never thought that this sudden "gift" would make Jing Yu so happy that he could never forget it for many years.

At this moment, Pei Lanzhi felt pain in his heart. He thought that he would never be able to give this gift with his own hands again in this life, but he didn't expect that by mistake...

Jing Yu held the sword spike in his hands and stared blankly.

Pei Lanzhi half knelt on the edge of the bed, and stared blankly at the person on the bed. If only their past hadn't been so unbearable. If he had woken up earlier and understood his own intentions, Jing Yu wouldn't have suffered so much and suffered so much. many sins.

"Master...don't hate me...?" Jing Yu said suddenly with dull eyes, "Why...send me Jiansui..."

Pei Lanzhi heard what he said clearly, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Jing Yu called him master. Obviously, his memory was messed up again. Where would the jumping memory fragments push Jing Yu to?Is it the most helpless edge in his previous life?

Seeing Jing Yu grasping the gift in the palm of his hand, he closed his eyes quietly, as if he was about to fall asleep. In the silence, he said softly: "Then why...you gave me to someone else..."

Pei Lanzhi's tears seeped from the gap in the mask, he hugged Jing Yu's waist, and let the tears wet the soft corner of the clothes in his arms.

At that time, he was madly trying to get ahead, for what reason?

In order not to be belittled and looked down upon.

Perhaps also, the moment Jing Yu was knocked down for stealing two meat buns, he frantically wanted to become stronger so that those who bullied them would get what they deserved.

It was only when he realized that he couldn't bear the parting at all, and he had already pushed Jing Yu into the abyss of death.

Hundreds of years ago, the Emperor's Palace with glazed green tiles.

At that time, Pei Lanzhi was found to be the only surviving royal lineage. He had just ascended the throne of Emperor Ren. At that time, the imperial palace was in Yecheng. , Time and Suifeng are a sign of auspiciousness.

He is no longer the little beggar who was bullied on the street in his early years.

In the sleeping hall, he was sitting on the tea couch with a cup of Yunwu tea in his hand. He was not as tall as the weak crown, but his stature was already taller than Jing Yu's, his hands and feet were slender, and he had an indomitable backbone, but his shoulders were not as good as a mature man's. That's so generous, in order to make himself look more heroic, he even padded his shoulders and elbows on purpose.

His every move is imitating the Fufeng Sword, which is the best sword in his heart.

He was sitting quietly, sipping a sip of tea, even his posture was the same as Ling Taki's, except that Ling Taki acted respectfully and uprightly, but his brows were lightly drawn, and his gray eyes were floating, only when his eyelids were pressed down. There will be a bright ray of light, this is the true appearance of a boy.

"Brother Jing Yu, why are you here now?"

"Lanzhi..." Jing Yu stood aside, thin and thin like a piece of wet driftwood, except for a little pale face, his expression was very submissive.

No master would like his sword spirit to be unruly, always saying inappropriate words, his temper is very weird, sometimes his name is called out by Jing Yu himself, he will feel inexplicably happy, but more often , It was a wordless entanglement, so when he frowned slightly, Jing Yu immediately changed his words: "Master."

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Before Ling Chi, let's count Pei Zha's crimes and what happened to Pei Zha in his previous life.