Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

At noon tomorrow, your death date.

There are only eight words on the note, but it looks weird.

Song Nanchu sat cross-legged on the haystack, the note was spread brightly in front of him, his eyes fixed on the eight characters.

"So, the murderer is someone from the police?" Shen Yuan sat beside Song Nanchu, her eyes fixed on the note, "It's quite unexpected."

"Accident?" Song Nanchu sneered, "To be honest, I should have thought of it earlier, who is the murderer!"

Shen Yuan frowned, feeling in a daze that she had missed some important point.He stretched out his hand and patted his head, said 'ah', and looked at Song Nanchu with bright eyes.

"You're right." Song Nanchu nodded, "The scene was so chaotic at the time, I didn't notice it. Now that I think about it, everything is right."

"I just said that when I turned around, why did a group of arresters quickly surround me?" Shen Yuan held his forehead, "I should have thought of it at that time."

"It's useless to talk about it now." Song Nanchu shrugged and waved his hands, "I want to see how he takes my life at noon tomorrow." Joke, his life is so easy to take away, in the past five or six years He wandered around, he didn't know how many times he died!

Shen Yuan thought and thought, and said, "Do you know who the murderer is?"

"Since you guessed it, then don't ask me." Song Nanchu lay down, "It's better to rest earlier, there will be a life-and-death struggle tomorrow!" As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes closed and his breathing became even. .

Shen Yuan smiled, and lay down beside Song Nanchu, with his hands behind his head, and also closed his eyes.

This sleep was a bit long, and Song Nanchu had a dream.He dreamed about a little thing that happened a year ago when he was just called 'Prince False'.At that time, he was famous at the beginning, and there were few people who came here attracted by his name, but there were many people who wanted to attack him.However, there are always people who like him.

"Brother Song, you are really good." The little girl was still young, about thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Oh?" Song Nanchu a year ago was only 19 years old, and looked a little immature.However, what is immature is only the appearance.

"Brother Song, is it okay for you to listen to the sound of the qin'er?" The little girl followed him all day long, at first she just followed, and later she even praised the guqin, just to hear Song Nanchu's praise.

Song Nanchu blinked and smiled: "Miss Qin, your piano sound is so-so. If you really want to say something good, naturally only the piano sound of Miss Ling who is all over the south of the Yangtze River can reach my ears." He smiled, but said vicious words .

What happened afterwards?

The little girl was probably young and couldn't stand humiliation, so she asked Miss Ling to compete in her piano skills.Miss Ling's reputation was not earned in vain, and of course the result was a fiasco for the immature girl.

"Brother Song, goodbye..." The little girl's self-esteem was quite high, and she jumped into the river in front of Song Nanchu.By the time he was rescued, he had already died.

"Brother Song..." A beautiful figure stood in front of Song Nanchu. Song Nanchu pulled him over, but what he saw was a bloody face.

"..." He woke up suddenly, sweat dripping from his face and body.It was late autumn now, and the weather was much cooler, but he was sweating a lot.

"What's wrong?" Shen Yuan was a martial arts practitioner, and his sleep was light.Song Nanchu's movement was so loud, it naturally woke him up.

Song Nanchu shook his head, held his forehead with one hand, and smiled slightly: "I had a nightmare...it is really, a very scary dream."

"Dream?" Shen Yuan rubbed his eyes, feeling a little confused.

"Perhaps, I really killed that young lady of the Ling family." Song Nanchu's mouth turned down, with a depressed expression.Maybe just one sentence from him killed two people.A person died a year ago, and a person died a year later.

These two people are so innocent.

"How do you say it?" Shen Yuan asked back, but he was quite sober.

Song Nanchu shook his head, unwilling to speak again.

There was some sunlight faintly cast in from the window, but I didn't expect that when I woke up, the sunrise had already ushered in.

After waking up, Shen Yuan's injury also healed a lot.It's not a serious injury, it's just a little pain, just rest and rest.

He sat cross-legged, eyes closed.

In fact, the coming of noon had nothing to do with him at all, he could just sit and watch the play.Or, take out your token, reveal your identity, and then turn back to the capital.

After all, he still wanted to save Song Nanchu.

He thought, such a person, no matter what, let Gu Zhiyuan take a look.He always felt that Song Nanchu and Gu Zhiyuan could be classified together.

Speaking of the token, Shen Yuan touched his chest subconsciously, and was relieved to find that the token was still there.

"What? Is there something in the chest?" Song Nanchu leaned in front of Shen Yuan, widening his eyes to see.

Shen Yuan put his hand against Song Nanchu's forehead: "Don't move around, just wait for the person who kills you."

"Ah, speaking of this..." Song Nanchu looked at Shen Yuan seriously, "Will you protect me? Later?"

"Don't worry, I will give you a hand when you are about to die, and I won't let you die too quickly." Shen Yuan withdrew her hand and moved her body back.

Song Nanchu looked sad: "Hey, we are people who have experienced life and death, but you want to treat me like this, it's really inhumane."

Shen Yuan covered her ears and nodded again and again: "Stop nagging, even if I die, I will leave you unscathed, how about it?"

"This is so embarrassing." Song Nanchu blushed unexpectedly, "Just make sense and don't let me fight alone."

"I see, when it's noon, you can chat with the other party for a while, and they probably have given up the idea of ​​killing you." Shen Yuan lowered his hands in frustration, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"If I have this ability, I still need you to protect me?" Song Nanchu squinted at Shen Yuan, but his eyes fell on his swollen chest.

Not being vigilant is false, Song Nanchu had to admit that he had always been wary of Shen Yuan, and his words were half-truths and half-false.

And Shen Yuan doesn't necessarily believe him that much, and always avoids important things when speaking.

Either way, he has long been used to getting along with people like this over the years.If you really open your mind, you will feel a little uncomfortable.