The world is prosperous, come alone for Qinghan

"Okay." He responded chicly.

Shen Qinghan raised his hand and tapped the acupuncture point on his right shoulder, although it didn't have much effect, it could stop the bleeding and not keep flowing down.

Mo Nanfeng frowned slightly, jumped forward and stabbed with the sword. Fortunately, Shen Qinghan raised the sword fast enough. It is not easy for a person with a right shoulder injury to do such a perfect defense. It seems that during this period of time in Jibei Even if he practiced seriously, Shen Qinghan's fingers trembled even more when he held on to the sword.

"Pain?" Mo Nanfeng asked him in a deep voice.

"It doesn't hurt." Shen Qinghan gritted his teeth and replied.

"Humph!!!!" Sneered.

It's impossible not to feel pain. Although Shen Qinghan has been able to endure these things since he was a child, it was his right shoulder that was injured, and it was the right shoulder that was the most forceful. The sword hit him just now, and even the lightest shoulder bone was shattered. To the extent of the crack, not to mention the strenuous effort now, even if he stands there motionless, it must still hurt.

But what about pain?Mo Nanfeng just wanted to let Shen Qinghan feel the pain, not to mention that this was only one ten-millionth of the heart-piercing pain he had endured, and he should have felt it well.

After slashing away with a sword, Shen Qinghan took several steps back. Mo Nanfeng barely gave the opponent room to breathe, and immediately turned around to follow, striking out one sword after another. Shen Qinghan was just guarding against it. Blocking a sword with one sword, there is no plan to attack.

Mo Nanfeng said, "Looking at your style of play, do you want to commit suicide?"

It was probably due to excessive blood loss, so Shen Qinghan's lips looked a bit dull, and the lips that were usually bright and sweet as if they had touched nectar were now extremely dry and gray.

When Mo Nanfeng uttered such a mocking sentence, Shen Qinghan's eyes showed a murderous intent, and while he was dodging, when the opponent hit the air with a sword and leaned forward, he drew back a sword with his backhand When it was thrown, the roof tiles that passed by were broken and flew around. It was too late for Mo Nanfeng to turn around and raise his sword, so he had to slash out with his palm in the air.

A lot of dust and sundries around were lifted up, Wei Yuan was afraid that the dust would get into his eyes, so he thoughtfully covered Mu Feiyun's eyes with his hand.

Ying Siyin finally couldn't sit still anymore, the murderous aura spread all around was too strong, and Shen Qinghan still refused to be cruel, so he stood up from the bench with a little worry in his eyes.

Mo Nanfeng was sure that Shen Qinghan would not hide, so when that palm passed by, the opponent would definitely raise his sword to block it. After receiving a wave of palm force, he would immediately face Mo Nanfeng who tried his best to stab him. If there is no accident...everything will end in an instant.

But Shen Qinghan was sure that Mo Nanfeng would not stab, so when the man with the palm strength came at him with a long sword, he didn't even bother to move his fingers, and he even had time to curl his lips and smile. .

Stab it, stab it, stab it...

Only one finger away...

Mo Nanfeng's mind was noisy and roaring fiercely. He saw the tip of the sword getting closer and closer to the man's heart, but his speed slowed down uncontrollably.

Shen Qinghan didn't hide...

Shen Qinghan didn't want to hide at all...

Shen Qinghan knew that it was impossible for him to stab this sword...

Shen Qinghan said to Mo Nanfeng: I just want you to see clearly what you really want. You won't be happier when I die, so why bother?

With Shen Qinghan dead, Mo Nanfeng would not be happier.

As if suddenly realizing something, Mo Nanfeng wanted to stop, but just as he slowed down, suddenly a strong force erupted from Shen Qinghan's body, and the long sword was almost uncontrollably sucked away by the opponent's body .

Mo Nanfeng pulled his fingers out in horror, "Shen Qinghan, are you crazy?"

"If you can't see clearly, then I'll help you see."

"Stop, stop quickly."

Because the distance between the two sides was too close, it was too late to stop at this time. Mo Nanfeng could only watch helplessly as his long sword sank into Shen Qinghan's body little by little. She withdrew her hand, but Shen Qinghan seemed determined to hurt herself once, and the two sides were at a stalemate.

Mo Nanfeng became anxious, he could only shout loudly, "You want to die that much?"

"I don't want to die, I want to live, but I can't accept everyone's charity with peace of mind like a pig. I remember all your kindness, and I admit everything you said. It's my fault. If I I don’t regret that my life can return you unscathed for ten years.”

Both sides were exerting their strength, and Mo Nanfeng's heart ached for Shen Qinghan, who was so pale and stubborn.

There were two forces at the front and back, and the blade trembled uncontrollably. The tip of the sword just stirred Shen Qinghan's flesh and blood. Mo Nanfeng didn't dare to let go. He was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, the sword would be completely destroyed. Thoroughly pierced into Shen Qinghan's heart.

Mo Nanfeng shouted, "You pay it back? Did you pay it back?"

"Not yet."

"Then you still don't let go?"

"Then what should I do? You tell me, you teach me, what should I do?"

Ying Siyin's fingers were clenched into fists, as if he was holding back something.

Because Mu Feiyun was too nervous, he kept staring at the two people on the roof, and he didn't even know when he grabbed Wei Yuan's arm.

Mo Nanfeng became more and more anxious, "Let go first, and we'll talk after you let go."

"There is no time." Shen Qinghan's eyes moved down to Ying Siyin's face, and he said softly again, "We really have no time."

"When you die, all your time ends."

After a few short sentences, the tip of the sword sank into his body again. Mo Nanfeng had never been more stubborn than Shen Qinghan. It used to be like this, and now it is no exception. A handsome seven-foot man cried for him for countless times, happy , sad, liking, disappointed, until now, the person who gave up has never changed.

If Shen Qinghan could resist him, maybe Mo Nanfeng could hold on to this hatred for a little longer.

But ten years of contact is enough for one person to fully understand another person. Shen Qinghan knows how to step on the softest part of Mo Nanfeng's heart, so except for the matter of leaving, he is willing to do anything else. He had never been tough in front of Mo Nanfeng, bowed his head, admitted defeat, hurt himself, even if he stabbed himself in the heart with a sword, he would definitely leave.

He just left, leaving the rest of the forgiveness and letting go to Mo Nanfeng.

"Okay... okay, okay... you let go, let go, I'll let you go..."

Mo Nanfeng didn't know how he said these words. Anyway, just as the last syllable fell to the ground, the strength on Shen Qinghan's end was instantly put away, and he was knocked over the roof by the force he pulled back. Nanfeng slid and rolled twice, and finally managed not to fall down the stairs, but Shen Qinghan was not so lucky, he swayed twice, and then fell downstairs.

Ying Siyin calmly stretched out his hand to catch him, raised his hand to touch the acupoints around the wound on his body, and injected another wave of internal force into his body, trying to protect Shen Qinghan's heart veins.

Carrying the person on his back, Ying Siyin's face became more gloomy, he raised his head and said to Wei Yuan, "Withdraw from Suhe Town within today, otherwise you will not be so good when the people from Marquis of Japan come over tomorrow. luck."

Shen Qinghan's eyelids were half-opened and half-closed, only urging Ying Siyin to leave quickly, "Go home, I'm in so much pain."

"You know it hurts too?"

Well, he was really angry again. It must be the limit to hold back for such a long time without making a sound or making a move. Shen Qinghan wanted to laugh a little. He stretched out his bloody hand and patted Ying Siyin's face, saying, "Isn't this resolved? No loss."

Ying Siyin gritted his teeth, feeling that he was too old to argue with Shen Qinghan about who was right and who was wrong, but he just slandered in his heart, isn't that a loss?Is it not bad that this person almost died?Just to get rid of Mo Nanfeng, why go to such great lengths?A junior who can be eliminated with a stretch of hand, as for causing this injury to himself?

Ying Siyin spoke, and no one dared to stop him. Just as he was about to leave, he heard someone shouting behind him.

"Shen Qinghan."

It was Mo Nanfeng's voice.

Ying Siyin turned around with Shen Qinghan on his back, and before he could see where the Qing people were, he saw a white mass flying towards his face. Shen Qinghan held Ying Siyin's neck with both hands, and leaned his head on the On the shoulder of the other party, the pain was so bad that he didn't want to move, so Ying Siyin reached out to catch this thing.

It feels warm to the touch, and it seems that it has just been taken out of the place where it was stored next to the skin.

Ying Siyin took the thing in his palm and squeezed it, then opened his palm and looked down.

This is the jade pendant that Shen Qinghan gave.

Surprised, he looked up at Mo Nanfeng again.

"I'll give it back to you. If you want to break it, just break it clean. I won't be entangled in this life, and I won't be entangled in the next life. You go."

Ying Siyin turned his head to look at Shen Qinghan, saw that his eyes were fixed on the piece of white jade in his hand and couldn't move, so Ying Siyin temporarily put the jade pendant into his waist, and then said, "Go Bar."

"Wait a minute." Shen Qinghan hastily stopped him.

Although his body was in severe pain, Shen Qinghan still used his right hand to reach into the front of his clothes and struggled for a while, the blood smeared on the half of the jade pendant that Mo Nanfeng gave him when he was ten years old, Shen Qinghan was careful He wiped the jade pendant clean with the corner of Ying Siyin's clothes, and then reached out and threw the jade pendant back in Mo Nanfeng's direction.

Mo Nanfeng didn't reach out to pick it up.

The jade pendant hit his heart firmly, then landed on the roof, rolling down his head with a gurgle, fell from the eaves, and was smashed into pieces.

This was probably the last time that both Shen Qinghan and Mo Nanfeng's hearts felt like a jade pendant was shattering when it fell to the ground.

Shen Qinghan closed his eyes, and said in Ying Siyin's ear with a dry voice, "Go home."

Go home.

Seeing the backs of those two people leaving Suhe Town, Mu Feiyun belatedly let go of his fingers holding Wei Yuan's arm. He nodded slightly to apologize, and then quickly went forward to pick up Mo Nanfeng The broken jade pendant.

It was impossible to put it together, so he could only put the pieces into his lapel first. Mu Feiyun jumped onto the roof and saw Mo Nanfeng sitting on the eaves with his back facing him. He wanted to get closer, but He didn't dare to get close, and struggled for a long time, so he simply went to a nearby place to sit and wait for him, which was regarded as companionship.

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