Brilliant thorn

Xiao Jue turned around, folded his arms and leaned on the bank of the pool, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked lazily, "What is it?"

Fu Shaoyu shook his head, and shook the blue cloth in his hand towards him.

Xiao Jue rested his chin on his arm, and his smile was tinged with complacency and sarcasm, "I didn't expect that you, a childhood sweetheart, also have the habit of spying on people's love."

"Not a childhood sweetheart."

Fu Shaoyu threw away the piece of clothing, went over and pulled Xiao Jue's hair behind him, dragged him up and hugged him horizontally, and said as he walked back, "It's good if he sees it, let's get rid of those things that shouldn't be done as soon as possible." I have thoughts. It’s just that you stay away from him in the future, and don’t eat or touch anything he gives you.”

Xiao Jue nestled lazily in his arms, responded lightly, and closed his eyes.

Cum twice tonight, he's a little sleepy right now.

His consciousness was drowsy, and he fell asleep before Fu Shaoyu carried him back to his room.

It's just that he didn't sleep well, it was more like a drowsiness after a serious illness with a fever. He had a terrible headache, his eyelids seemed to be carrying heavy stones and couldn't be opened. , It hurts and itches.

When he fell asleep until the middle of the night, he really couldn't bear this kind of suffering, and wanted to stretch out his hand to scratch the wound, but was firmly held down by a pair of big hands.

"Brother Yu, I feel bad."

"Hey, bear with me..."

Fu Shaoyu felt distressed, but there was nothing he could do.

Xiao Jue was getting more and more uncomfortable, his whole face was itchy and numb, he wished he could scratch his cheeks to feel better.He was struggling so much that Fu Shaoyu had no choice but to tie up his hands and feet. After wiping off the cold sweat from his forehead, he raised his sword and went out to find Feng Yan.

Unexpectedly, the person he was looking for stood at the gate of the yard with a smile on his face.

The Yuehua sword came out of its sheath rustlingly, lying across the throat.

"What the hell happened to him?"

Fu Shaoyu was afraid that this would happen, so he tried the medicine on his arm, but now he didn't feel any discomfort, but Xiao Jue was in such unbearable pain, which really made him worried and annoyed.

Should be more cautious!

The icy sword glow reflected in Feng Yan's eyes, making his smile a bit sad: "Ayu, this is the person you like? What does he have that you like?"

Fu Shaoyu pressed the sword forward, and there was a bloodstain on Feng Yan's neck.

"Do you like his face?" Feng Yan raised his hand to touch his own face, his smile was a little distorted, "He does have a good appearance, I lost to him, but it is reasonable middle."

"I'll give you one last chance." Fu Shaoyu said coldly.

Feng Yan stubbornly stared at those eyes that had fascinated him deeply, and found that there was only disgust and resentment left in them, he giggled again.

His eyes were red from laughing, tears rolled down his face, and his whole body was trembling.

Seeing that Fu Shaoyu's complexion had become as dark as iron, he suppressed his exaggerated smile and said, "Anxin, didn't I tell you? It will be uncomfortable when the ointment corrodes the flesh around the wound."

Fu Shaoyu frowned: "Why didn't I respond?"

"You haven't been poisoned by spider poison." Feng Yan replied.

Fu Shaoyu asked again: "How long will this situation last?"

"Seven days," Feng Yan said calmly, "The first day is a little tougher, but he will get used to it later."

"Really?" Fu Shaoyu looked at him thoughtfully, then suddenly put away his sword, stepped forward and touched Feng Yan's acupuncture points, carried him on his shoulder and walked out.

Feng Yan was startled, then laughed again: "What is this, Yu? If your 'new friend' sees it, I'm afraid it will be misunderstood."

Fu Shaoyu remained silent, exuding an oppressive low pressure all over his body, he carried the man through the medicine garden and continued walking until he reached the entrance of the forest.

He put the motionless Feng Yan under the tree, then took two steps back with his arms folded, standing in the shadows and watching with a serious face and cold eyes.

Feng Yan couldn't laugh anymore.

"Ayu, what are you doing? Quickly untie the acupoints for me."

While speaking, a few spiders had already quietly crawled among the branches and leaves above the head, spitting out spider silks as thin as silver threads downwards, and under the moonlight, venom dripped down along those silk webs onto Feng Yan's face.

He quickly shut his mouth to prevent it from being sucked into his mouth.

Unable to speak, he could only stare at a pair of eyes full of complicated emotions, and beg Fu Shaoyu for mercy silently.

But he knew better than anyone in his heart that once a person like Fu Shaoyu became ruthless, he would be more hard-hearted than anyone else.

With a flash of cold light, Feng Yan closed his eyes subconsciously, and felt a burning pain on his cheek, with warm blood running down his cheek.

Only then did Fu Shaoyu put the sword back into its sheath, and dragged Feng Yan out of the woods not very gently, and then took the saprophytic ointment and smeared it on the wound perfunctorily.

"If something happens to him, I want you to be buried with him."

Feng Yan pursed his lips, a sad self-deprecating smile appeared in his eyes.

Fu Shaoyu was still thinking about Xiao Jue in his heart, and he didn't want to get entangled with Feng Yan. He dragged him into a piece of ordinary grass, said "the acupoints will be untied after two hours", then turned and left.

But he was still not at ease, and went to arrest a poisoner who was still familiar with him in the sect, and after confirming again and again that the ointment Xiao Jue used was indeed the right medicine, and it would not harm his life, he was relieved.

When he returned to the house, Xiao Jue quickly broke free from the ropes that bound his hands and feet.

He was covered in cold sweat, but his face was as red as if he had been burned by fire, Fu Shaoyu hurriedly fetched him a basin of cold water, and soaked him with a towel to cool him down.

Xiao Jue felt more comfortable now.

It wasn't until dawn that the gnawing pain gradually subsided. Xiao Jue fell asleep in Fu Shaoyu's arms, but at noon, he began to feel uncomfortable again.

The newly scabbed wound on the cheek festered again, and a lot of pus flowed out.

Xiao Jue struggled to get out of bed to kill someone, but Fu Shaoyu pushed him back in time: "We'll talk about it when you recover, you just lie down obediently."

Fu Shaoyu took care of him every step of the way, not daring to rest even for a moment.

The matter of returning to Yan's house was delayed like this.

It wasn't until three days later that the wound on Xiao Jue's face healed. Except for the slight itching when the new skin grew out, those insect-like pains no longer existed.

In contrast, Feng Yan was not as lucky as him.

Xiao Jue was only slightly hooked by the spider's thread, the wound was shallow and thin, and he recovered quickly.But Feng Yan was scratched by the sword, and the spider venom all over his face soaked faster and deeper. When they set off for Shangye, half of Feng Yan's face was still rotten, and could only be covered with a veil.

Xiao Jue felt refreshed seeing his distressed appearance, and decided to let him live for a few more days.

It was late anyway, the three of them were not as anxious on their way back to Yan's house as when they came here, Fu Shaoyu took care of Xiao Jue's body, deliberately slowed down his pace, and did not return to Shangye until two days later.

At this time, it has been six days since Yan Xinghan's poison occurred.

On the seventeenth day of the fifth month, Yan Wuji and Shen Zhongqing, who set off to step on the fairy pavilion to seek the antidote, hurried back.

As expected before departure, I went to the fairy pavilion and found nothing.

Not until the gate of the mountain was closed tightly, even though they shouted in front of the gate for two days, no one answered, and no ghost was seen.Still on the way home, they happened to meet Tang Yun, but without saying a word, Tang Yun ran away without a trace like a wild monkey in the mountains.

There are many dangerous mountains in the middle of Sichuan, and they are unfamiliar with the place, so they can't spend time looking for people there like headless chickens, so only Shi Zhengping, Shi Yi and his son are left to continue looking for ways in Buzhi Peak, Yan Wuji and Shen Zhongqing returned home first.

"How is Shaoyu's trip?" Yan Wuji has been running around for days, and he is already busy with travel and dust, and he no longer has the noble demeanor as when we first met.

Xiao Jue tasted the pleasure of revenge, but soon felt strong resentment and resentment.

He was expelled from the mansion with his mother back then, had he ever seen this man frown?

"Don't be impatient, uncle." Fu Shaoyu introduced Feng Yan to Yan Wuji and Shen Zhongqing sideways, and said, "This is the vice-master Feng Yan of the Five Poison Sect. We have just arrived at the residence. Let him take a look at the stars." cold symptoms."

Feng Yan wore a green shirt, tall and tall, and bowed his hands.

Shen Zhongqing sized him up and said, "Although Mr. Feng is covered with a white gauze, you can't see his appearance clearly, but judging from his clothes and eyebrows, he seems to be young. He is already the deputy leader at a young age, and he is really a hero. .”

Feng Yan nodded with a slight smile: "I dare not take it seriously, Feng Mou just came here this time to see the medicinal power of Duan Hun San, and he doesn't know how to cure diseases and save lives."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Wuji's face immediately sank.

For Luo Daman's account, he was still hesitating whether to blame it on the Five Poison Sect, but he didn't expect this young leader to speak nonsense when he came to the mansion, and he really couldn't swallow this bad breath.

"Luo Daman was originally a member of your sect, my son has no enmity with him, he..."

"What this senior said is wrong," Feng Yan interrupted him directly, "that bandit surnamed Luo has long since betrayed the Five Poisons Sect, and is no longer a member of my Sect, and your son has nothing to do with my Five Poisons Sect! It’s even involved, the two people have nothing to do with my teaching, no matter who kills or harms whom, my teaching should not be held responsible. Please don’t indiscriminately impose charges on me, Feng can’t afford it.”

Xiao Jue was very useful to hear these words.

If it wasn't for the fact that he and Fu Shaoyu had a childhood acquaintance, he would even have wanted to settle down and make him a friend.

When the atmosphere in the hall became tense, Feng Yan changed the subject and said again: "Seeing the relationship between me and A Yu in the past, Feng is willing to show your son, but he can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor." , there is no guarantee to save his life. After all, Duan Hun San is a rare poison in the world, and our Five Poison Sect has never conquered it."

When Xiao Jue heard the word "love", he instantly withdrew the ridiculous idea of ​​wanting to make friends with him.

For such a person, it is better to wipe his neck earlier.

Nie Xian rushed from the backyard with red eyes, and the always strong woman threw herself into her husband's arms, choked up and said, "Han'er vomited blood again, and kept crying for pain, what should I do?"

Yan had no time to appease her emotions, and didn't care about Feng Yan's attitude, so he had to invite him into the backyard and ask him to help the owner of Medicine Valley to check Yan Xinghan's situation.

Fu Shaoyu and Xiao Jue also followed.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I heard a burst of maniacal laughter from the second floor. Accompanied by the sound of porcelain falling to the ground, the laughter quickly turned into a mournful cry, which sounded particularly creepy.

The servants all hung their heads and waited outside the door, shrinking shyly, not daring to go in to serve.

When Nie Xian heard the movement, she yelled "Han'er" anxiously, and ran upstairs quickly.

Xiao Jue and the others followed, and saw Yan Xinghan running back and forth between the inner and outer rooms on the second floor with disheveled hair. He was barefoot and was punctured by the tiles on the ground without knowing it. Many people came. He pulled the bead curtain and roared and screamed.

Obviously crazy.

Nie Xian rushed over and tried to drag him back to the bed to lie down, but Yan Xinghan didn't recognize anyone, knocked him away, and then rushed to the window, flapping his wide sleeves, like a bird that just wanted to fly high.

"Master Mao, what's wrong with my son? Didn't you sleep well after vomiting blood just now?" Nie Xian staggered towards Mao Jiang, the owner of Medicine Valley, grabbed his cuff, and asked with a sad face .

Mao Jiangxu gave her a hand, and lamented: "It's because I'm not good at medicine, please Madam Nie to make a plan."

The implication was that it was time for her to prepare for Yan Xinghan's funeral.

"No, no, how is it possible?! There must be salvation!" Nie Xian, who had been taking care of her son every step of the way for the past few days, was already extremely weak.

Yan Wuji ordered someone to help her out, rushed to the window, chopped her unconscious with a hand knife, and dragged her back to the bed.

Feng Yan called Yan Xinghan's pulse, and called Yan Feishuang to inquire about Yan Xinghan's symptoms in detail in the past few days, then got the bottle of Duanhun powder, sniffed it repeatedly, and said: " Let me try."

As soon as these words came out, hope was ignited in everyone's eyes.

Except for Xiao Jue.

Duanhun powder is indeed from Taxian Pavilion, but there is no cure for this medicine, the poisoned person is insane, loses his soul and dementia, and will undoubtedly die within half a month.

He didn't believe that Feng Yan could have such a great ability, and in just a few days, he could pull back a person who had stepped into the gate of hell with both feet.

He must not let this happen.

There are too many people in the room, which is not conducive to the patient's recuperation, so Feng Yan drove everyone out.

Xiao Jue turned his head and glanced at the small two-story building, thinking to himself how likely it was to sneak in without being discovered tonight.

"Don't worry about it." Fu Shaoyu reminded in a gentle voice.

"Huh?" Xiao Jue looked over.

"Everyone's eyes are on Yan Xinghan and Feng Yan, you stay by my side honestly."

Fu Shaoyu took his hand and walked towards the other courtyard. Lan Zhi, who was chasing out of the building, was stung by their intimate gestures.

She was nailed in place by a sharp arrow, unable to move, and even the "Brother Fu" was stuck in her throat, unable to utter.

It was night, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and the crows were singing.

Suddenly there was a terrified cry from the backyard of the Yan Mansion, and everyone rushed to follow the sound, only to see Lan Zhi, wrapped in plain white clothes, hanging from the eaves, with a low stool at her feet overturned on the ground.

She was rescued quickly, but died of exhaustion.

The house was in chaos for a moment.

During the chaos, screams came from the second floor, and everyone who was about to attend to the young lady's funeral hurried upstairs again, and suddenly found that Yan Xinghan had a dagger stuck in his chest, and he had died.