Drug Man Poison [Rebirth]

After eating the delicacies and wines brought by his subordinates, and satiated with wine and food, Bai Tan sat down on the soft couch and picked up the treasures that he just got today on the table.After peeling off the scales, the light of "Breaking Sun" shone everywhere, making the candlelight in the house look dim.Wu Yanfu looked intently, startled.It turned out to be - breaking the sun?

Bai Tan caressed the Sanskrit inscriptions on the ax blade, and carefully identified them one by one.

The people of Xiye Kingdom originated from Tianzhu, and they created their own national characters based on Sanskrit. It is not too difficult to understand the meaning of each word, but they can be combined together, but people do not understand why. It seems to be a mantra.He thought to himself, let's go to the Sutra Pavilion tomorrow, maybe he can find the source of this mantra.

"Is the master wondering what is engraved on it?"

At this moment, a voice came from the pool, it was the medicine man speaking.

"You...know?" Bai Tan propped himself up suspiciously, saw him surfaced, stared at Po Ri and nodded thoughtfully, then walked towards him half-believingly.

Wu Yanfu looked at Po Ri and said in his heart, he more than recognized it, this magical weapon almost became his possession.He nodded: "Return to the master, it should be engraved on it with the "Unraveling the God's Evil Curse"."

"Oh?" Bai Tan was stunned, thinking of something, "You were originally from Yueyin Palace?"

Wu Yanfu had thrown out the bait, and replied calmly: "I don't know, I just read the words on it."

Bai Tan squeezed his chin, forced him to look at him, and asked sharply: "You really don't know?" As he said that, he moved his fingers slightly to activate the curse seal, and the medicine man's eyes were glazed immediately, but he still shook his head and did not answer.

"Forget it, it's useless to embarrass you such a waste." He withdrew the curse discouragedly, but couldn't help but feel a little curious about the past of the medicine man.He took the medicine man's hand, turned it over and over carefully, wanting to see if he had used any weapons before, and found that besides the calluses caused by crawling on the ground all the year round, there was also a hole on the thumb of his slender and broad palm. A special scar, can not help but feel palpitations.

This seems to be the traces of wearing a bow and arrow commonly used, worn out by the fingers.

Wu Yanfu saw that he was speechless, and asked again: "Master? Is there something wrong with my hand?"

Bai Tan frowned and shook his head: "I remembered my savior. He should also have such abrasion marks on his hands. It's just that he has been dead for many years."

"Does Master miss him very much?" Wu Yanfu stared into his eyes.

Bai Tan rubbed his thumb, his nose sore, "If it wasn't for my benefactor, I would have died a long time ago, or I would have become a blind and dumb cripple, and I am still trapped in the dungeon."

"Then, how did he die?" Wu Yanfu asked again.

Bai Tan's teeth were clenched, and the circles around his eyes were red: "Because of that cold-blooded devil—"

Wu Yanfu only felt that the ghost vines were entangled all over his body, and his flesh and bones ached.

Benefactor, what a benefactor.

Tan'er, what would happen if you knew that your "benefactor" was right in front of you?Will it be "the kindness of a drop of water will be repaid by the spring"?Will you promise it with your body, or with your heart?

If you know that your "benefactor" was just a small work of obeying the orders of the teacher, he saved you, but it was the meaning of the teacher; he was killed because he betrayed the teacher; But I just want to take you as a hostage. Knowing this, do you have any regrets?

He closed his eyes, stroked the hook of "Pori" with his hand, brushed the axe blade with his palm, and was cut open with a thick bloody mouth. Bai Tan immediately grabbed his hand: "What are you doing? How can your blood be taken carelessly? Waste?" As he spoke, he lowered his head and licked away the blood from his fingertips, like a greedy cat, but a trace of wetness stained the back of Wu Yanfu's hands.

He raised his eyes to see that there was a teardrop on the boy's eyelashes, which was about to fall.

Are you crying for that person?

Undercurrents surged in his heart, he squinted his eyes, and wiped away the glaring tear with his thumb, leaving a bloodstain on the boy's delicate cheek with his fingers.

Bai Tan was stunned for a moment, only felt that this movement of wiping tears seemed familiar, and if it was accompanied by "Tan'er", it would be Wu Yanfu reincarnated.He stood there blankly, and suddenly wanted to cry even more, but he was sure that it was definitely not because of regret or miss, but, just—what was it?

That person is dead, no matter how great the hatred is, it should disappear.

I was very confused for a while, and couldn't find an answer.He wiped his face vigorously, pushed the medicine man away, hugged the tiger skin on the couch and curled up into a ball, said coldly: "Fuck off, it's not your turn to comfort me."

Out of turn?

Wu Yanfu stared intently at his back, his eyes became darker, and the hand hanging by his side curled up silently, crushing the drop of blood and tears into his palm.The flowers raised by the teacher can only bloom and wither in the hands of the teacher.

Whether you laugh or cry, you must never... be for another person.

The room became quiet, but Bai Tan couldn't fall asleep no matter what.In the past when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would sneak away to the Sutra Pavilion to peek at the secrets of martial arts, or practice in private on the back mountain of the Snake House, but now he can do these things openly, but he has lost the original state of mind.

Compared with memorizing secret books and practicing exercises, he wanted to do another thing now - he sat up, hugged the harp beside the couch to his body, and began to torture Wu Yanfu's ears endlessly.

Just as Wu Yanfu was hearing sore ears, another string snapped, and then there was no movement for a long time. When he raised his eyes, he saw Bai Tan staring blankly at the broken string. , his lips were tightly pursed, his face flushed, like a child who has been greatly wronged and is about to cry.

Wu Yanfu looked at him calmly and with great interest.

In the past, this little brat was just a crying bag, shed tears at every turn, he was also deceived by his crying appearance, he didn't expect Bai Tan to kill him painfully, when he did it, he didn't shed a single tear.

But if outsiders know that the majestic leader of the Demon Cult loves to cry, he wonders if they will laugh out loud.

Bai Tan grabbed the string, rolled it around his index finger a few times, his chest heaved, his eyes were red, and he muttered to himself: "Silver Jiao is sad and ignores me, and you are also sad and disobedient? So what is there to miss about a person? You are all just playthings, like me, what hurts your heart?"

Wu Yanfu couldn't help being stunned, Bai Tan raised his hands and dropped them again, and broke another string at once, tears kept falling, and his hands kept on pulling two strings, still not relieved, and went to pull again. Let go of the rest, but the string made of hair is a murder weapon, so strong that if it is broken with bare hands, the skin will be ripped apart.

Seeing that his ten onion-like fingers were already bloody and bloody, Wu Yanfu hurriedly grabbed his hand, but he didn't know where the strength came from, but Bai Tan couldn't break free, and stared at him with teary eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Master is injured." Wu Yanfu covered the bloody mouth on his hand, amused in his heart, and also had a strange joy, he lowered his head and held Bai Tan's fingertips in his mouth.

His lips and tongue gently sucked each finger like a kiss, causing a crisp itch, as if being pampered, Bai Tan was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the expression of the man in front of him bowing his head, he could clearly see With a kind of gentleness that is as deep as the sea, my heart pounded wildly, I shook my head quickly, and curled up my hands.

Wu Yanfu clenched his fists and sighed helplessly: "Master, the wound is still not healed."

Bai Tan opened his hand again, but touched Wu Yanfu's cheek, just as he raised his eyelids, the two of them looked at each other for a moment separated by a layer of skin, an inexplicable barrier.

The wrist was squeezed even tighter, Bai Tan looked into those blue eyes, and felt that there was something indescribable hidden inside, his pulse was throbbing, he hurriedly withdrew his hand, picked up the harp and retracted it again. In the tiger skin, this time also covered his head.

Wu Yanfu turned around, leaned against the foot of the couch, closed his eyes, and took a depressed breath.

He raised his neck, swallowed his saliva, and reached down with his hands.The throat rolled up and down, the veins on the slender neck tightened, and the corners of the lips curled up mockingly.

Ha, it is in vain to be the number one expert in the Western Regions.

Now, he has fallen into such a useless situation.Tan'er, Tan'er.