Forget the Moon Song

Suzhou, Wuyi Lane.

The boy in black tights was leaning on the gray tiles with his arms crossed, his cold and ruthless expression made his originally soft face look a bit tougher.He looked up at the rising height of the sun, and his face became a little more impatient.

At this time, a peony was handed to him, only to hear someone laughing: "Hey, flowers for the beauty."

"Don't make such jokes with me." The young man broke off the flower mercilessly, stared at Shen Zhuyue with cold eyes and said: "You are quite leisurely when Zhengdao No. [-] hits your Wuyoufang. "

"Mr. Lanting, if you leak the news of the righteous way to me, aren't you afraid that your allies will destroy Jinghu Villa by the way?"

"No matter how unbearable you are, no matter how bad your methods are, we still don't want to see you die." Jun Lanting stared at him for a long time, opened his lips and called out with difficulty: "Brother."

Shen Zhuyue looked at him with a smile, waved her hand and left indifferently: "Ting'er, if you have the heart, I'd advise you to protect your mother."

Jun Lanting's pupils constricted and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'll give you an advice, if the last shackles on an abnormal lunatic are gone, then you will really see—"

"The so-called bloodthirsty world!" His pale eyes were faintly bloodthirsty scarlet, and he licked his lips. The cruel smile was fleeting, and he listened to the sound of Jun Lanting's hurriedly leaving footsteps with satisfaction, and then walked away.

Everyone said that he had no heart, yes, he had no heart.

How can someone who can even abandon their relatives care about such superfluous things?

But it's one thing to ignore, another to kill.He still couldn't get rid of the fetters of blood, and his mother was the last thing he could tie him down in this world, so as not to completely release the bloodthirsty desire in his heart.

It's all the damn upbringing habits from childhood!It's really annoying, I still have to be restrained when I leave!

"Sister, you are so beautiful..."

Shen Zhuyue paused when she heard the words, and looked down, a little boy holding a bunch of candied haws tied into the sky was staring at him.

Does the current him look like a woman? !

It's really ironic. A child who is a frightening monster is treated as a woman. No matter how you think about it, it makes people quite uncomfortable...

Shen Zhuyue silently looked down at the child who looked like meat balls, but the exchange of eyes made the child feel an invisible sense of fear, and tears filled the reflexive eyes.

Those eyes are as bright as black grapes, with a childlike innocence...

What a disgusting innocence!

The purer something is, the more it makes people want to destroy it with their own hands!

"Ah, Yue'er, what do you want to do?" Unprepared, Shen Zhuyue was pulled into her arms and hugged tightly.

"Let go." Shen Zhuyue changed her usual charming and lazy look, and said coldly.

You can tell who is coming just by hearing the voice, how many dare to hug him now?

"Don't be like this, the expression on your face just now scared the children. I didn't want to have children being abused and killed in the area under my jurisdiction, so I acted rashly." Buried in his neck, the corner of his mouth curled up into a smug smile: "If you slaughtered my city in another heart, what would I use to fight for the world. Wouldn't it be a waste of your painstaking efforts to disturb the world?"

As he spoke, he picked up a few strands of his loose long hair with one hand, let it slide down slowly in his hand, and said with a smile, "Right, Yue'er?"

"Your Highness, please let me go first?" Shen Zhuyue said expressionlessly, "If you force me to do something in the city, your face will not look good."

Suddenly he raised a coquettish smile, but his eyes were full of irony: "Or, does your highness like to be seen in the street?"

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but you have more and more thorns on your body." He said sadly, "What should I call you? Princess Yan, Sister-in-law of the Emperor, or do you prefer me to call you... Madame?"

Shen Zhuyue slashed at the person behind him with a knife in one hand, and broke free from his confinement. The silver thread was wrapped around her hand in an instant, and struck in his direction sharply and fiercely.There was only a ruthless and murderous gloomy look on the beautiful face, without a trace of a smile, replaced by a biting coldness.

"You are too pushy, Murong Qian! What a waste of the good name that King Yan gave you!"

"Hahaha, that's how you look, this is the real you, Yue'er." Murong Qian dodged without embarrassment, and the haze in Shen Zhuyue's eyes flashed through his ostentatious smile.

The silver thread circled around his left hand and turned, heading straight towards Murong Qian's white neck. He only felt a tightness around his neck, and the pain of tearing and suffocation eroded all his consciousness.Shen Zhuyue clenched the silver thread tightly with her right hand and loosened her left hand slightly, successfully dragging him to the ground and falling heavily.

"Cough cough cough... You're so ruthless, Yue'er, I'm so happy that you only took off the skin mask in front of me." He pulled the blood-oozing silver thread on his neck and smiled miserably.

At that moment of killing intent, he knew that he really wanted to kill him!If he didn't hate trouble, Murong Qian believed that Shen Zhuyue would definitely be able to do it!

"Don't call me Yue'er, you are not qualified to call me by my name." Shen Zhuyue let go, pulled back the silver thread wrapped around Murong Qian's neck, turned her back in disgust, and said coldly.

"Only when you hate a person to the extreme, you don't even bother to pretend."

"Okay, okay, so Shen Dafang, the siege of No. [-] Zhengdao, do you want my help? As I said, the price is still the same..." Murong Qian sat up and stroked the blood on his neck in fear, looking at the Shen Zhuyue's back, speaking of the last sentence, raised an ambiguous smile at the corner of her mouth.

"I also said that I will not play with the same person for the second time. The affairs of the rivers and lakes are solved by the methods of the rivers and lakes. I don't need you to intervene."

"It's quite noble not to play for the second time, isn't it just for better use? Shen Zhuyue, I'm curious, how many people like me have you accompanied?"

Shen Zhuyue looked back at him indifferently, and said with a sneer, "How many martial arts I have learned, how many identities I have changed, and how many people there are in Wuyoufang, can you figure it out?"

"But I should thank you for finding such a shortcut for me, otherwise the world will not know when it will be chaotic~" After Shen Zhuyue finished speaking, she didn't want to stay with him for a moment, without the slightest nostalgia left the place.

A joke that was made in order to get him at the beginning led to the current result.Murong Qian didn't know whether he should be glad that he had gotten him, or resent that he lost the original him.

He seemed born to be unrestrained, to do everything as he pleases, and the same goes for his feelings.

If you can't catch him, there's no way you don't want to approach him, let alone refuse his request.

Looking at his back, Murong Qian suddenly felt a sense of fear that he would never see him again.

"Shen Zhuyue, don't think about Wuyoufang, you should also think about yourself! If you..."

"For those who want to die, no matter how much you say, it's useless." He looked back at Murong Qian, and said calmly: "I don't care about life and death, and I don't have any so-called worries."

"So, what's the matter with life? What's the matter with death?"

"However...before I die, it would be more in my mind to have more people come to accompany me in the funeral!"

The corner of his mouth raised a random arc, and the cold light flashed by the silver thread in his sleeve dazzled Murong Qian's eyes, until Shen Zhuyue's handsome and lonely back disappeared at the end, he stood up and left in front of everyone's eyes.

He had a premonition that after this, he might never see that young man who was so talented and brilliant in his heart again...

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