The villain does one good thing every day

Ling Xing's hands trembled.

Yu Yao could barely stand, holding on to the blade of the sword, Tang Liao was already halfway in, he looked up at Ling Xing, vomited blood, smiled reluctantly, "Your shaking hands hurt me..."

Ling Xing let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted, he couldn't hear anything around him, he couldn't see anything clearly, only the blood-stained Yu Yao remained in his field of vision, standing in front of him, he would die at any time .

Ling Xing looked at Yu Yao in horror, and backed away unconsciously. He gritted his teeth and firmly believed that this was not true, or that he was still in a realistic illusion in Yama Realm.

He stepped back, raised his hand, and looked at his own hand, that blood-red hand, pure and scarlet, it wasn't a hand, it was just blood.

Yu Yao walked forward holding the sword, while Ling Xing retreated tremblingly.

Ling Xing's mind could no longer bear such complicated emotions, he muttered to himself, telling himself over and over again, this is Quan Qingfeng, this is Quan Qingfeng.

But he was still backing away.

He stepped on a clod, staggered, and fell to the ground, staring at Yu Yao approaching like a dead body.

Yu Yao still supported the sword, he would die if he pulled it out, and he couldn't sit down, so he had to bend his legs and kneel on the ground, he stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Ling Xing watched his hand stretch out slowly, but did not dare to move.

Putting her hand on his head and rubbing it lightly, Yu Yao smiled at him: "I'm not him. I won't die. So," Yu Yao stroked Ling Xing's face with her thumb, "don't Cried."

Trembling, Ling Xing reached out and touched the handle of the knife, wanting to pull it out and repair it, but she didn't dare. She looked up at Yu Yao, who nodded slightly.

Ling Xing gritted her teeth, clenched the handle of the knife tightly, and pulled out Tang Liao.Yu Yao clenched her teeth and didn't scream, but the pain made his eyes go dark, and he passed out immediately. He fell pale into Ling Xing's arms and twitched.

Ling Xing pressed on his abdomen, and the raging evil spirit scrambled to repair Yu Yao's flesh, but was bounced away when it touched Jin Dan.

Ling Xing held Yu Yao in his arms, watching his injuries heal gradually.

Yu Yao was still in a coma, Ling Xing lowered her head, and moved close to his forehead, almost kissing him, but then raised her head after a pause, but did nothing.

They sat here quietly, waiting for the evil spirit to dissipate.Ling Xing looked down at Yu Yao, then looked up at the empty avenue, the crowd avoiding him, the same kind waiting for him to die, the righteous people who resisted him, for so many years, no matter where they are, nothing has changed.

He hugged Yu Yao tightly in his arms.

It's healed.

Yu Yao still didn't wake up, Ling Xing frowned, and opened Yu Yao's left sleeve, a faint green vertical line could be seen faintly, and there was a faint red vertical line on Yu Yao's right arm.

When Yu Yao was still awake, the two lines stretched quietly, almost covering his arms.Ling Xing covered her hands, and the black evil spirit quickly climbed up, driving away the two vertical lines and driving them into two dots.

Quan Wuyong and the others ran over, looked at Yu Yao's intact appearance, and asked, "You...are you done with it?"

Ringstar default.

Lin Wuyang breathed a sigh of relief, and threw the kitchen knife in his hand to the ground, almost crying.

Yan Laixing turned to look at him: "Are you going to fight him desperately?"

Lin Wuyang rolled his eyes: "Is it not possible? I am also a man of blood!"

Quan Wuyong squinted at him: "You have blood? I think you have athlete's foot."

Lin Wuyang was furious: "How many times have I told you that it's not me, it's Yan Laixing's stinky feet, you just didn't see it! Tell me you didn't!" He pulled Yan Laixing, "Hero, give it to me quickly! One person does one thing and one person does it!"

Quan Wuyong glanced at Yan Laixing: "Really? Brother Yan, why don't you make a living by making rat poison? With such an ultimate move, the sword is not at a loss?"

Yan Laixing frowned, and looked at Yu Yao with a face of concern for the country and the people: "I really hope the Patriarch is okay..."

Lin Wuyang: "Don't change the subject!"

Ling Xing stood up, hugged Yu Yao and left.

Three people: "..."

Yan Laixing: "It's all your fault, you talk too much."

"you……"

***

When Yu Yao woke up, Ling Xing was sitting by the window, leaning against the window frame and looking out.

It was already dark, the moonlight fell sparsely in the house, no candles were lit, only the moonlight illuminated the ground, Yu Yao looked up at the young man by the window, without frowning, without much energy, his face was so sad.

He said, "Ling Xing..."

Great, it's not Quan Qingfeng's voice.

Ling Xing shuddered for a moment, then turned her head abruptly, saw Yu Yao, her eyes lit up for a short while, and was suppressed again, she said flatly, "You're awake."

Yu Yao sat up and found that his injuries were healed.

Seeing him sitting upright safely, Ling Xing turned her head again.

Yu Yao coughed and called him, "Pour some water."

Ling Xing jumped off the window sill, closed the window tightly, poured warm water, walked over to hand Yu Yao, and stood beside the bed.After Yu Yao took the water, he took a step back.

Yu Yao drank tea with downcast eyes, and patted the bedside with one hand: "Sit down."

Ling Xing paused and sat down.

But he was very nervous, clenched his fists on his lap, and didn't look at Yu Yao.

Yu Yao put down the water glass, looked at Ling Xing's side face, and said softly, "It's okay. I understand."

Ling Xing trembled almost invisible, and finally relaxed a little.

He lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and asked in a low voice, "How do you know you won't die?"

Yu Yao replied naturally: "You won't really kill me, then you will save me with evil spirit."

Ling Xing didn't ask him why he was so sure, but just tugged at his finger: "But it seems to have hurt your golden core, and you will be weaker in the future..."

Yu Yao smiled: "Don't worry about this, my golden elixir is different from others, it seemed to be a little stronger just now. So didn't I aim at the abdomen on purpose?"

"Then..." Ling Xing's throat moved, and finally asked the question he wanted to know the most, "Who are you..."

Yu Yao reached out and took Ling Xing's hand: "Can you look at me?"

Ling Xing paused again, and slowly turned around.

Yu Yao smiled: "Hey, I said you, boy, weren't you quite arrogant before? What are you number one in the world, is that what you guys are like?"

Ling Xing stood up slowly, her forehead flushed with anger, and she clenched her fists: "Are you looking for death?"

Yu Yao tilted her head and smiled: "I won't look for it anymore, I won't look for it anymore, I've looked for it."

Ling Xing stopped, let go of her hand, and sat down slowly, this time she was no longer nervous.

Yu Yao pointed her forehead with her index finger: "Who am I... Let's start from when I was a child..."

Ling Xing looked up at him.

"However, first." Yu Yao looked at Ling Xing, "My name. My name is Yu Yao."

Ling Xing looked at him and was stunned. The word "Yu Yao" kept repeating in his mind, and he shouted fiercely. He felt that he would never forget these two words in his life.

"Which 'yu'? Which 'medicine'?" Ling Xing heard herself asking, well, not only these two sounds will make him worry about it, but even these two words will definitely disturb his mind anytime, anywhere, regardless of the occasion. Heart.

"Hmm..." Yu Yao thought for a while, "Yu from Yujiazhuang, the medicine that is short of medicine..."

Ling Xing: "Who would know when you say that?"

Yu Yao was very wronged: "This is the source of my name."

"That's..." Ling Xing guessed, "Poppy's Yu, poison's medicine?"

Yu Yao raised her eyebrows: "Yes. But since I've covered this, I'll start talking about my past by the way."

***

Hong Lu and Shi Dao are drinking, to be precise, Hong Lu is drinking and Shi Dao is pouring the wine beside him.

Quan Wuyong, Yan Laixing, and Lin Wuyang also stood beside them, and after Honglu poured the wine, they took some from their cups.

Hong Lu asked them, "What are those two doing?"

The three looked at each other.

Honglu pointed at Quan Wuyong: "You are his junior, tell me."

Quan Wuyong frowned and thought about it, put down his wine glass: "Maybe... are... chatting about life...?"

Hong Lu gave a meaningful "huh", then turned her head to look at Shi Dao: "Sir, what do you think?"

Shi Dao stopped and nodded deeply: "I don't think they are simple."

Quan Wuyong and Yan Laixing expressed their incomprehension, they are all brothers who have died, and it is not easy to distinguish between simple and not simple.

Hong Lu waved her hands, ignoring them, pointing to Lin Wuyang: "I think you understand, do they?"

Under the eyes of Lin Wuyang, he gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked to the window: "The moon is so bright tonight, why don't I tell you two or three stories about me and the monk..."

Hong Lu rolled her eyes: "Who wants to listen to you."

As he spoke, he stood up, waved his hand impatiently, and drew ten knives: "I don't care about you, you are so strict with your mouth, let's go."

Shi Dao hurriedly followed, and the two went back to the room.

Lin Wuyang raised his glass to the moon, respecting himself who is loyal enough.

Quan Wuyong and Yan Laixing are still researching what Honglu is referring to, why it is so mysterious, and whether there is any conspiracy.

***

In the morning, Honglu changed her clothes and bathed under the service of ten knives, drank morning tea and rose water comfortably, painted her nails, hung up her sachet, and arranged her earrings before going out.

There are five people sitting in the lobby.

They were extraordinarily energetic today.

The leader, Yu Yao, stood up to greet her, and hugged her fists: "Morning Hong, we are here to say goodbye to you today."

Hong Lu went to her grand teacher's chair, sat down, and motioned for Yu Yao to sit down: "It's easy to say."

Yu Yao looked back, and Quan Wuyong handed over the package: "It's really bothering me these few days, borrowing your expensive place, and destroying your utensils, this kind of kindness, I should pay for it."

Hong Lu glanced at the bank note Yu Yao handed over, nodded, and asked again: "Patriarch Quan has other things to do."

Yu Yao nodded embarrassingly: "You know? It's my Beihai business."

Hong Lu smiled: "When you were not around, I heard from your junior brother that you should choose a formation."

Yu Yao nodded: "If you can get the help of the red girl, I will be very grateful."

Hong Lu sighed, glanced at Ling Xing who was sitting behind her, and thought to herself, after what happened yesterday, is there any room for me to refuse.But he still politely expressed his willingness to help. After all, he, Yu Yao, was still willing to speak well, which was not a loss.

With the help of Hong Lu and Shi Dao, they spent a day selecting the third point in the tunnel in Zhuangkou.

It was getting dark at the end, Hong Lu asked them if they would like to stay for one more day, Yu Yao refused, since the matter here is over, it is better to return to Beihai as soon as possible, the last point is in Beihai, and the time is short too much.

They bid farewell to Honglu and Shidao, and left the village all the way for about ten miles.

It was Yinshi, and Yu Yao was very sleepy. I really don't know how Quan Wuyong and the others can be so energetic. The three of them were arguing non-stop.Ling Xing walked beside Yu Yao, looking at him from time to time, even if the evil spirit repaired the wound, the internal injury caused by lack of energy was far from being healed.

The night wind rises in the dark, and the night near the morning is more and more haunting.

Ling Xing felt that something was wrong with her surroundings.

Five people are still moving forward.

At a certain moment, the air suddenly became quiet. Although the dark night was quiet enough, this moment of silence revealed a strange pause.

Ling Xing stood in front of Yu Yao, looking at the wide avenue ahead, there were only shadowy tree shadows on the road, cast on the ground by the bleak moonlight.

Something rolled on the road, rolling towards them impartially.On the broad road, there was nothing else to be seen, except a blunt object bumping and rolling under the shadow of the moon, which caused the only rustling sound in the silence, which was indescribably strange.

"What is it?" Yan Laixing narrowed his eyes.

The thing continued to roll, gradually approaching, and seemed to be a little faster.

Arrived.

Ling Xing stepped on it.

a human head.

It is a human head.

Yu Yao looked at the bloody face.

"...Andan!?!?"