How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

The late spring rain was endless, falling on the eaves, on the soil, and on the branches, composing a drizzling tune.

Jian Shou sat on the bed for three days and three nights, his shoulders drooping into a fragile arc, he was drowsy but still unable to fall asleep, his eyes that were originally black and white were bloodshot.

The bloody hole on the left shoulder no longer oozes blood, but it has begun to become inflamed and pus-filled.

A slight movement would cause a bone-piercing pain, and the bones on his shoulder must have been broken. Jian Shou is now even breathing carefully.

When Ku Qian came in, he saw Jian Shou was in a trance.

The man was wearing a pure white and thin undershirt, his shoulders were covered with dry blood red, almost instantly, his dry eye sockets turned red.

But what makes Ku feel sad and distressed most is Jian Shou's poor mental state.

He leaned weakly against the edge of the bed, barely holding on, his pale side face with exquisite features and chin slightly contained, and fine strands of hair blocked his eyes, making it difficult for Dry to see the expression in his eyes clearly.

He called him: "Master." He still wanted to walk towards him.

But he was suddenly stopped, and he told him: "Don't come over!"

Ku's footsteps that stopped suddenly were taken back helplessly, Jian Shou never looked at him, but stretched out his hand and twisted the tail of his clothes to cover his toes, which happened to cover the chains that bound him.

"What are you doing?"

Jian Shou's voice was steady without any ups and downs, as if he was talking to a stranger, and he himself was in a good situation.

Ku desperately wanted to say something, but in the end he just took a deep breath and said firmly, "Master, I'm here to rescue you!"

Lifting the corner of his cold mouth, Jian Shou sneered, "I'm fine here, so how can you save me?"

How could it be good!He has stayed by the Lord's side for so many years, and he knows his physical condition best. Ku just opened his mouth to refute but was cut off by Jian Shou.

He said: "A few days ago, I saw a man who looked the same as you and was about the same age as you. Do you know who he is?"

Just such a sentence forced Kuu to have nothing to say, and his only lie was discovered by Jian Shou.

He had thought countless times what would happen if Jian Shou found out?Disgust, repulsion, anger, discarding it like trash, no matter what it is, he can't accept it, and no matter what it is, it makes him afraid.

"Master..." Ku Shuang knelt down, wanting to get so close to Jian Shou.

Jian Shou shook his head slightly: "Don't come here." He finally looked up at him, "You make me feel sick."

The simple statement made Ku tremble all over, the eyes that rarely look at him are full of coldness, oh, maybe there is also the nausea he said.

It was as if a knife had been pierced straight into my heart, painful and helpless, with a dry voice filled with desperate cries: "My lord, I have never betrayed you... Please..."

Please trust me again, let's escape together!

Ku has not been having a good time these few days, his hair is messy and his eyes are blue and purple, Yu locked him in a room full of restrictions, he tried everything, and finally he escaped by forcing himself to die.

Ku thought of all the possibilities, was discovered by Wan Tengjue and was beheaded by Wan Tengjue, but he never thought that Jian Shou would not leave with him at all, he no longer trusted him...

Seeing him like this, Jian Shou suddenly felt a little heat in his eyes.

"Let's go, the farther you can get away from Wusi Pavilion, the better...I don't want to see you again."

With a pair of red eyes staring at him, Jian Shou saw the begging and pain, so he turned around and ignored him.

After a long time, Ku kowtowed heavily at him, and said hoarsely: "My lord, please take care, Ku is gone."

When he looked up again, his forehead was blue and purple, and his last look was full of reluctance and remembrance.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the spring thunder flashed by, shattering the silence in the room, shattering Jian Shou's self-possession, and broke out again in advance...

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When the situation was not completely stable, Wan Tujue still lived in the Yong Hall, and Jian Shou was still in the main hall.

It's just that there is not a single servant in the main hall now, and it has been reduced to a prison for Jian Shou, while Yong Hall has become the backbone of the entire Wusi Pavilion.

With the pouring rain and spring thunder in the wake of the sting, Ku stood in front of Yong Hall covered in blood, surrounded by demon cultivators holding knives.

The hair sticks to the cheek, and the rain falls from the corner of the eye, across the jawbone, and drips from the tip of the chin.

"Wan Tenjue, come out for me! Wan Tenjue, come out for me..." One after another, over and over again.

"Squeak..." The door of the Yong Palace was finally opened, and Wan Tujue, dressed in black, stood in the center.

And Yun stood behind him on the right, looking at Kuku with complicated eyes, his right hand clenched into a fist.

As soon as Ku saw Wan Tujue appearing, he roared angrily, and rushed towards him with all his might!

Wan Tengjue stopped the movements of Mo Xiu's guards with a wave of his hand, and also stopped Yun who wanted to stand in front of him.

He appeared on the steps outside the door almost in an instant, and accurately grabbed Dry's neck!

The black coercion that swept over hit everyone present, Wan Tujue's forearm muscles were tense, and his finger bones turned white due to the force.

He only needs to turn slightly, and the dry neck will be "clicked" broken in his hands. Yun's face turned pale with fright, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop!

Dry's face was flushed due to lack of oxygen, the veins on his forehead and neck burst, and there was a "hehe" sound in his throat. He was very unwilling!

Wan Tengjue's abyss-black eyes were tightly locked on his dry face, an overconfident dog slave.

"Why do you think I haven't moved you? If your brother hadn't begged for mercy, you would have died in my hands long ago, and you still have to be presumptuous again!"

Dry struggled to open his mouth, wanting to say something.

"Oh, you want to talk." Wan Tujue loosened his fingers slightly, but still did not let go of the shackles.

"Let... let him go!" The voice forced out through the gaps between his teeth, and he was sweating unceasingly.

"Who did you let go? Jian Shou? Heh..." Wan Tujue sneered, "You can't even save your own life, and you still want to save someone else's? You are so stupid!"

Wan Tujue has always put his own life first...except for Ah Jian.

Ku Hen Wan Tu is indifferent to Jian Shou and even full of malice. No one makes him feel more distressed than Jian Shou.

"You can't hurt him! Cough cough..." His dry lips were already purple from suffocation, but he kept talking.

Wan Tengjue: "It's a joke, why can't I hurt him? What he harmed me and did to me, I want to give him back everything!"

No matter what he encounters, he will just survive, a large part of which is to get revenge on Jian Shou!

"In this world, you are the one who is least qualified to treat him like this!"

Ku's eyes are too determined, his tone is too serious, as if this is the truth, as if he really has no right to treat Jian Shou like this!

Wan Tujue was furious, and put down his harsh words bitterly: "In this world, I am the only one who can make him live and die, and make his life worse than death!"

"Boom!" A huge bright blue lightning flashed across the entire sky, and it seemed like daytime for a moment.

Reflecting Wan Tujue's blood-red eyes like a ghost general! "Patta..." A charred sycamore branch fell to the ground.

With a wave of his long arm, Wan was thrown out like a piece of rag by Wan Tujue. He fell heavily on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and immediately passed out.

Yun climbed up in front of Wan Tujue and kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Master, please spare his life, and Yun will drive him out of the Wusi Pavilion and stop dirtying your eyes." Gritting his teeth, "Yu is willing to replace him be punished!"

Wan Tengjue squinted at him: "For the last time, and next time, you all will die together."

Yun's shoulders trembled and he kowtowed in thanks, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear.

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It was late at night, and the sky would be dawn in about an hour or two. Wan Tujue stood by the window all night, and Tu Cang sent him a letter saying that he would come to visit in two days to ask for interest.

Of course he understands why the interest is, but he just doesn't understand that such a sleazy bastard with a deceptive appearance actually makes Tu Cang so interested, oh, and that loyal dog is also so crazy, what's so good about him?

Wan Tujue couldn't figure it out, and involuntarily placed his fingers on the pendant on his chest. Fortunately, no one could covet his treasure.

Thinking about it this way, the face with red eyes and all over the world appeared in my mind, and the fist smashed the window sill, I was really stunned!

After the chain rattled "crawl clatter..." it became calm again, and Jian Shou, who was sweating, seemed to be fished out of the water.

The wild hair is like seaweed, and the large area of ​​bare skin is like a lotus.

The clothes have faded to the waistline, and the outline of the buttocks can still be vaguely seen. There are dots of white turbidity on the clothes and the bed, and one can tell what happened just now.

But his eyes were closed tightly, and his cheeks were sunken and thin. If it weren't for his chest still rising and falling faintly, Wan Tu would never have thought that he was dead.

There was an inexplicable smell in the room, Wan Tujue's breathing gradually became heavy, but his eyes were overflowing with anger. Is this cheap cauldron trying to seduce him?

Wan Tengjue's face darkened in an instant, and he strode to the bedside and slapped Jian Shou's face with his palm.

"Crack!" Jian Shou's cheek turned to one side, and soon it was swollen high, and the corner of his mouth was broken and soaked with a stream of blood.

The eyelashes fluttered constantly, Jian Shou felt the threat from the outside world and wanted to open his eyes, but he was too tired to control himself, and moaned helplessly in his throat.

Wan Tengjue thought that he was still shamelessly seducing himself.

Grabbing the slender and fragile neck, Wan Tujue lifted him up.

Like a fish landed on the shore, Jian Shou was completely powerless and looked like he was being slaughtered.

Perhaps because of lack of oxygen, Jian Shou's half-opened eyes were foggy, and he was hallucinating: "Wan Tu...Hou."

It turned out that he was not seducing him, but recognized him as Wan Chenghou.

But Wan Tengjue didn't calm down in the slightest, on the contrary, he became even more angry. With the other hand, he cut off the iron lock, and the hand that was holding his neck loosened, grabbed Jian Shou's long hair, and dragged him to the ground!

"Aren't you sober yet? Well, I'll wake you up!" There was indescribable violence in his deep voice, which was his true face.

Wan Tengjue just grabbed Jian Shou's hair and dragged him out in disheveled clothes.

The tingling pain of the scalp brought Jian Shou back to his senses, and he stretched out his hand to try to break free, but now he has no internal strength at all, hitting Wan Tujue's leg is like scratching it, it doesn't hurt or itch .

The remaining self-esteem prevented him from begging for mercy, so Jian Shou could only grit his teeth and bear it.

The skin on the legs was completely bare and naked, rubbed against the rough gravel, and soon became bloody and bloody, leaving a long trail of blood on the road.

What's more, it's the torment in his heart. He's afraid that his almost naked body will be exposed to the public's sight. It's already dirty enough...

The physical and mental torture made Jian Shou lose his mind, and his lips moved up and down: "Ah...jue, save me."

Wan Tujue, who was in a state of rage, didn't notice Jian Shou's subtle spoken words at all, and he pushed him into the smoky medicine pool!

Falling into the water, falling into the abyss, the blood spreads everywhere, and more water seems to be conscious, enveloping the wound to restore it.

Jian Shou choked a lot of water, and the light in his eyes became increasingly dimmer, but death is not an easy thing.

Just before his consciousness completely disappeared, Wan Tujue pinched the back of his neck and lifted his head out of the water.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Jian Shou's face was covered with water, and he looked in a panic.

Both of them were in the water, and they were very tight. The friction caused by Jian Shou's gasping for breath made Wan Tengjue react, and a certain place became stiff.

Wan Tengjue pushed him away in disgust, he must be crazy!Otherwise, why do you feel so familiar with Jian Shou's body touch?

Jian Shou staggered back a few steps, Wan Tengjue's question came from next to his ear: "Are you awake now?"

wide awake?Jian Shou raised his eyes to look at him, feeling that he had never been so sober as now.

The person on the opposite side still has familiar features, with clear and handsome features, but now Wan Teng looks like a complete stranger to Jian Shou.

No, Wan Tujue put on a mask when he was very young, because Jian Shou never really knew him.

His eyes fell on the pendant on Wan Qijue's chest, Jian Shou stretched out his fingertips to touch it, but Wan Qijue opened it before he got close!

That palm hit Jian Shou's chest, there was a sound of broken ribs, and with a muffled grunt, the blood that Jian Shou hadn't swallowed in time flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Wan Tengjue felt that the pendant suddenly became hot and then became cold in an instant. He was shocked, for fear that something would happen to Ah Jian who was staying inside.

Holding it tightly in the palm of his hand, Wan Tujue took a last look at Jian Shou and threatened: "If anything happens to him, I will make you pay with your life!"

Jian Shou stood alone in the water, watching his back in a hurry, suddenly burst into laughter, his brows were wild and full of sadness.

When he smiled and laughed, he began to cry, intermittently, and he was the only one who heard it.

The author has something to say: ah, ah, I thought of two ways to write the ending, and then I was confused about which one to write, what should I do...