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"What on earth do you want him to come out for?" Yao Ximu's mind was in a mess, and he tried hard to find a way out of the mess: "Why didn't you go with Grand Master Yu?"

"Hahahahaha." Zhu Huaijin laughed out of joy: "That old man, his body is becoming more and more useless, why should I follow him? For the treasures of the Qionglang Sect, I have almost given up everything, and I will never give up. Yu Xingye pretended to be dead and hid, most likely he had already found the treasure, and he just waited for the dust to settle and swallow it all by himself, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world?"

"Since he's determined to take it all by himself, isn't it a waste of effort for you to capture me?" Yao Ximu rolled his eyes and said, "Even if you kill me, he won't show up. You think so highly of me that you can compare me to a treasure."

"How do you know if you don't try it? Aren't you also his baby?" Zhu Huaijin sat back in the chair, closed his eyes, and started humming a ditty.

"It's just one treasure, but there are many, many treasures. Who would be willing to exchange many treasures for one treasure? How about we join forces?" Yao Ximu thought about his words, trying to make his words appear sincere: "If He really isn't dead, let me find him."

"Shut up." Zhu Huaijin's little song was interrupted, with an extremely impatient expression on his face, he tapped Yao Ximu's Ya acupoint in the air.Yao Ximu could no longer utter a single sound, and with great anxiety, he still wanted to listen to Zhu Huaijin's topsy-turvy ditty.

Zhu Huaijin sometimes sang boldly with a masculine voice with straight voice, and sometimes groaned in a sad tone like a female voice.From Su Dongpo's "Nian Nujiao" to Liu Sanbian's "Jade Butterfly", then Jiang Baishi's "Dark Fragrance", and Li Qinglian's "Will Enter the Wine".

Singing and singing, all the original tunes of the tune were lost, and he mixed them into one place in a mess, and he couldn't tell what was being sung at all.

Yao Ximu couldn't protest out loud, and didn't have the energy to plug his ears, he could only sweat coldly from Zhu Huaijin's out-of-tune.

Wouldn't it be better to give me a knife?He was poisoned by the singing, and felt that he was in great pain and was about to be unable to hold on.

At this time, Zhu Huaijin sang Liu Sanbian's "Jade Butterfly" again. After singing, he said to himself: "Since it is Liu Sanbian, his lyrics should be sung three times." Clearing my throat, I sang "Jade Butterfly" for the third time.

"Looking at the place, the rain gathers and the clouds break, and the shadows are quiet, watching the autumn light... The evening scene is bleak and sparse, which can move Song Yu's sadness. The water and wind are light, the apple blossoms are getting old, the moon dew is cold, and the sycamore leaves are yellow. The feeling is hurt... Where is the old friend? , the smoke and water are vast..."

While singing, Zhu Huaijin got up and saw that the incense stick had been burned by a third, and cast a glance at Yao Ximu, who was weak, with gloating malice in his eyes, and walked out the door.

The singing fades away—

"...The sea is wide and the mountains are far away. I don't know where Xiaoxiang is...Near Shuangyan, but it's hard to rely on distant beliefs. Point to the sky, and empty knowledge returns to the voyage. Looking at each other in darkness. Amidst the sound of the sound, stand the setting sun..."

After reaching Lixieyang, it becomes inaudible.Yao Ximu let out a sigh of relief, in vain giving birth to a kind of ease after the catastrophe.Of course it wasn't really easy, the incense stick on the table was about to burn out, and his heart immediately hung in his throat again.

He hoped that Yu Xingye could show up.

It's fine if Li Huimao shows up.

It is best if Master can come.

Uncle He is not bad either.

Even Tang Miaomiao can save herself!

He read the people he knew one by one, thinking: as long as it can save me from the pain of breaking my meridians, no matter who it is?I recognize him as a lifesaver and cook for him for the rest of his life!

The faces of these people appeared in his mind like lanterns, and Jiang Wanzhou's face paused for a moment before flashing past.

Yao Ximu didn't want to think of him anymore, and he didn't want him to save her.

In the choice between suffering from broken meridians and cooking for Jiang Wanzhou for the rest of his life, Yao Ximu chose to have his meridians broken without hesitation.

"I don't want him to save me." He thought, "I'd rather have my hand broken than cook for him."

Just break it.Watching the incense stick burnt out, and a little bit of red gradually coming to the end, Yao Ximu smashed the jar: Eldest brother was also cut off by Zhu Huaijin, the meridians of his hands and feet, so they are still connected.At worst, after I cut it off, can he teach me to connect the meridians?Pain is inevitable, alas, I am so unlucky.

The fire was completely extinguished, and only a thin line of white smoke rose straight up and scattered in the air.The lingering ghost was Zhu Huaijin's singing, which floated from far and near.

The door opened, Yao Ximu looked at Zhu Huaijin resignedly, saw the sharp knife in his hand, tightly closed his eyes, and waited for the coming pain of splitting skin and breaking veins.

Zhu Huaijin has a bad heart to torture people, he didn't give Yao Ximu a good time, but divided his strength into several layers very measuredly, and unlocked his dumb point.

The sharp knife lightly drew a line on Yao Ximu's wrist, and bright red blood gushed out quickly, as red as agate, and Yao Ximu's crimson fingertips curled up and trembled involuntarily, as if to hold back.

Yao Ximu knew that Zhu Huaijin untied his dumb acupoint just to hear the screams, and he deeply felt that people like Zhu Huaijin who took pleasure in other people's pain were really sick, seriously ill, and would soon become insane that disease.

Was he born this way, or was he forced to be this way?Yao Ximu forced himself to think about other issues in order to divert the unspeakable pain.

But the pain is so real, the thoughts are like rushes, and the pain is like a rock.Cattail grass is as tough as silk, and rock has no transfer.

Yao Ximu didn't even have the strength to bite his lips. If he uttered a sound, it would be a scream like a slaughtered pig. He had been poisoned by Zhu Huaijin's singing for too long, and if he was poisoned by his own screams, his ears would be too pitiful.Yao Ximu endured and endured, but let out a strange exclamation.

The incision on the wrist was incised about a finger's width, and the bone was visible in the depth, and the jade-white hand tendons were faintly lying between the flesh and blood.Zhu Huaijin just wanted Yao Ximu to suffer, and had no intention of hurting his life, so he avoided the deadly blood on his wrist, put the tip of the knife into Yao Ximu's tendon, picked up the meridian, and slowly rotated it every time. Every movement is guaranteed to make Yao Ximu feel the greatest pain.

Zhu Huaijin's fingers were not stained with a single drop of blood, presumably because he had done too many such immoral things, it was only a coincidence.

Yao Ximu was sweating from the pain, but remained silent.

At this point, he had nothing to say, he didn't want to yell at Zhu Huaijin.Zhu Huaijin is a lunatic, the behavior of that lunatic is naturally different from ordinary people, it is meaningless to scold a lunatic.

The meridian of the right hand has been broken, and if the meridian of the left hand is broken, there seems to be no difference.

It's just a pity for him, he doesn't know when this hand will return to normal, can it bend the bow and hold the sword, ride the horse and raise the whip?

After cutting off the meridian in Yao Ximu's right hand, Zhu Huaijin lit another stick of incense.

When the stick of incense burnt out, Yu Xingye hadn't appeared yet, and the meridian in Yao Ximu's left hand would also be lost.

Yao Ximu watched the incense sticks burn out calmly. Zhu Huaijin's eyes were shining with excitement when he opened the door. Obviously, he hoped that Yu Xingye would show up later, preferably after he tortured Yao Ximu enough.

He couldn't wait to cut off the meridians of Yao Ximu's left hand, and he didn't want to wait any longer. He even bent down to take off Yao Ximu's shoes and socks, so as to cut off the meridians of Yao Ximu's feet in one fell swoop.Yao Ximu's shoes were covered with a lot of dust, Zhu Huaijin didn't want to get his hands dirty, so he gave up.

"Call out when it hurts, you don't have to bear it, it hurts even more if you bear it." There was a strange light in his eyes, a smile on his lips, and a slightly trembling hand, he took Yao Ximu's left hand, the tip of the knife was already on his wrist, Always ready to paddle.

"Ah." Yao Ximu let out a sigh from his clenched teeth, and said what was in his heart: "Master Zhu, you are sick."

"You can see it." Zhu Huaijin touched his cheek, sighed, and said quietly: "Yes, I am sick, and I know it myself. I have been sick for a long time, and I am in pain. Pain can ease my pain."

The tip of the knife pierced the skin of Yao Ximu's left wrist, and Zhu Huaijin's voice was soft and soft, like the tone of coaxing a child to sleep: "Be patient."

A small stone came through the air!It knocked Zhu Huaijin's knife into the air.

More stones kept coming, with great power, as if venting anger, each of them greeted Zhu Huaijin's face, and within a short time, three bloodstains had been added to Zhu Huaijin's face.

Zhu Huaijin held the seat in his hand, blocked it in front of him, and shouted: "Yu Xingye, show up when you come! Don't play tricks!"

The light in the secluded room is getting dimmer, there is only a candle on the table, and the flickering candlelight casts long shadows of people in the future.

Looking at his tall figure, Yao Ximu let out a long breath, knowing that he was safe.In the dark, he couldn't see Yu Xingye's expression clearly, he only heard him say coldly to Zhu Huaijin: "You know I will definitely come, why do you want to hurt him?"

"Whether you can come and whether you can come on time are two different things." Zhu Huaijin put down the chair in his hand, and Shi Shiran sat back.

"Then you are courting death?"

"I'm not the one looking for death." Zhu Huaijin retorted firmly in his blue shirt like smoke, "It's you!"

His laughter echoed in the secret room: "I didn't expect you to come here alone for this Yao Yao, regardless of serious injuries."

"My pleasure."

"Okay." Zhu Huai stood up and applauded, and said to Yu Xingye, "Young Master Yu is famous for his flamboyance in Jinling. I didn't expect the prodigal son to turn around today. He accepted his heart and was willing to risk his life and death for you, Yao Yao. It's touching and touching. You put If you hand over the map of the treasure and the travel order, I will show kindness and send you two couples on the road together."

"Don't be ashamed, be careful of your tongue being blown away by the wind." Yu Xingye laughed heartily, his long sleeves rolled up, full of rage, his belt was wrapped around Yao Ximu who was limp in the chair, he grabbed it in his arms, and moved towards Zhu Huaijin like lightly. Clap out a palm.

The air was surging, and when the hood came, Zhu Huaijin was suffocated, he didn't dare to take such a domineering palm from Yu Xingye, so he had to turn over and dive, but his whole body was numb from the shock, and his blood surged.

Without any hesitation, Yu Xingye rushed out of the secret room with Yao Ximu in his arms.

"Stop them!"

Zhu Huaijin followed and rushed out of the room, loudly ordering the dog legs waiting outside the door.

The dog legs' martial arts were of no importance at all, and Yu Xingye didn't take them seriously at all. The black clothes were bulging, and the true energy in his body burst out the stones hidden in the sleeves one after another.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Xingye had already crossed the wall.

Rong Bin stood in front of Yu Xingye hesitantly like a ghost emerging from the underworld, and said horizontally, "My lord, I'm sorry."

Yu Xingye didn't even look at him, and he didn't answer. He was more like a ghost than Rong Bin - he was as fast as a ghost. Before Rong Bin could see his movement clearly, he had already been hit hard on his chest by his palm.The sternum and ribs were broken.

Rong Bin's eyes were slack, and he sat on the ground covered in blood.

Zhu Huaijin chased him with his eyes wide open. Seeing Yu Xingye's martial arts surpassed those of the past, he hurriedly drew his sword and said in shock, "Are you not injured?"

"As you can see."

Yu Xingye bowed his head and said softly beside Yao Ximu, "Yao Yao, hold on to me." He embraced Yao Ximu with one hand, freed one hand to draw the knife, and the true energy in his body danced like a wind and thunder , such as the aurora in full bloom, Zhu Huaijin only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and his body became very light, flying high like a paper kite.

In the silence, there was only the rustling of the wind, which was the sound of blood spraying out.

Zhu Huai is dead now.

"Hoshino." Yao Ximu called him, as if confirming his real existence at this moment: "You are here."

"Yes, here I am."

Yu Xingye hugged Yao Ximu and flew around. Yao Ximu looked up in his arms and saw the boundless starry sky.There was a thunder in his head, and his heart was like a thousand drums beating, and it seemed that there was a raging fire, sweet, strange and painful, turbulent and continuous, mixed with dream-like happiness and illusory.