Born short-lived

He was almost unable to hold the knife, and his whole arm felt weird. While he was weak due to excessive blood loss, he was scorching hot at the same time, as if the fire had already rushed into his body from the knife body along the veins. , soaring upwards aggressively.

He is very familiar with this feeling, but he hasn't experienced it for a long time, and it still feels like a world away.

——It is indeed a matter of several lifetimes.

At that moment, all thoughts were fleeting, and the past and the past flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

Zhou Zirong was suddenly in a trance, and his heart throbbed unexpectedly.

Those who besieged him almost thought that they had read it wrong, and one of them holding a crossbow stuttered dumbfoundedly: "I, I... Fuck, what the hell is going on with him?!"

The fire from the Flamebreaker danced upwards, scorching his sleeve directly. The flame rolled over the skin but did not burn, but made the burnt area turn red, so red that it almost glowed, just like burning coals. Yes, the tendons and veins that have passed have also become clearly visible.

In the blink of an eye, the flames shot from the blade to the shoulder, and spread along the veins and toward the whole body as if alive.

The night wind fluttered, and the fire on Zhou Zirong's body jumped up and down.

"Damn it!" A black skin spat viciously, and a silver dart flew towards Zhou Zirong's back with his backhand.

Zhou Zirong couldn't lift the knife, and was still dragged by the chain at his feet, so he could only dodge for a while, but the dart was too fast, and it still stuck on his back shoulder.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the dart burned red instantly, and even slowly melted near the skin.

The flames covered half of his body, and his deep eyes shone brightly. He forcefully snapped back the disengaged joints with a "click", and then he could barely lift the knife.

"Don't get close to him." With a jerk of the iron chain, Zhou Zirong staggered slightly, and the people around took the opportunity to jump a few steps out.

They had never seen such a strange thing before, and they were a little dazed for a moment, so they could only think of a way to restrain him from a distance.After all, the fire on Zhou Zirong's body could melt even silver, so it would be fine if he suffered a blow.

Poyan's saber aura and fire were already very difficult to deal with. It was the first time they saw that the entire blade and even the whole person could be ignited, and if they approached rashly, they could not escape the good fruit.

The meteor hammer winked at the iron chain on the opposite side, and the iron chain immediately understood, and quickly flashed a distance around Zhou Zirong, trying to tie up the man's legs.

As a result, Zhou Zirong went down with a knife, and the iron chain as thick as a forearm broke silently like cotton thread, and because it came so suddenly, the person holding the iron chain

One didn't react and almost fell to the ground.

The incision of the iron chain was fused together red, and then several cold lights flew from behind Zhou Zirong, and the slight wind movement immediately made Zhou Zirong's nerves jump again, and a bloody hole was pierced in his abdomen. It was extremely difficult to turn around, the cracked flesh caused a sharp pain, and Zhou Zirong's teeth were about to be crushed, so he managed to throw the knife behind him.

A huge blade of fire whizzed away like a strong wind, and dozens of hidden weapons disappeared before they could reach the sight.

The meteor hammer was thrown several feet away, his mind went blank for a moment, and then his back was covered with white sweat, and his scalp was tingling, and he suddenly realized that this time the trend was really going out of control.

Yang Ye sneaked away and hurried back to the city to bring in reinforcements. He was arguing with the city gate guards about the token and delayed time. Fortunately, Yuan Jin happened to be working nearby at the time, so he heard the movement and took a look. Guaranteed Yang Ye and asked the city defenders to send troops out of the city to save people.

On the way they came, it rained at night for some reason. The winter rain was colder than ice, and it trickled down the neckline to cool down the heart.

And when they arrived, they were almost dumbfounded.

I saw that the entire piece of withered grass was on fire, and several burning people on the ground were screaming and rolling, and they could hardly see clearly. The rain hit the fire like a mantis arm and a cart, and the fire weakened very Slowly, if the rain had fallen a little earlier, it might have saved their lives, but unfortunately the fire is already too hot.

There was a man standing in the middle, his upper body was almost on fire, but he couldn't hurt himself at all, and he was holding a flaming long knife in his hand.

Yang Ye and the soldiers who came with him all turned pale, they were so shocked that they couldn't speak at all, Yuan Jin's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't even utter a sound with his mouth half-opened.

With great difficulty, he whimpered twice from his throat, his knees went limp, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

At this time Zhou Zirong seemed to have discovered their existence, and turned his head slowly to look at them.

Yuan Jin held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help but gasped, and called out tremblingly: "Wang... Wang Ye!"

Zhou Zirong was sluggish for a moment, and then he let out a very soft "um", and then, as if he was finally discouraged, the fire on his body instantly fell under the wind in the rain, and quickly extinguished.

Smoke was bubbling from his body, his eyelids closed heavily, and then his whole body collapsed like a collapse. Yang Ye yelled "General", and hurried up to catch him.

"Wait..." Yuan Jin didn't have time to grab Yang Ye, and got up immediately, only to see Yang Ye scrambling around, and as soon as he hugged Zhou Zirong, he was scalded as expected, and almost killed him again. Throw it down.

Yuan Jin quickly shook off his fox fur cloak and wrapped Zhou Zirong tightly, then took him from Yang Ye, and couldn't bear to scold him: "Why are you so frizzy? .”

Yang Ye flinched in embarrassment, at a loss as to where to touch.

Yuan Jin urged with hatred, "Why are you still standing there, hurry up and carry him on your back."

"..." Yang Ye hurriedly turned around obediently, and asked Yuan Jin to help Zhou Zirong, who was limp all over, onto his back.

The other soldiers who followed took advantage of this gap, and kindly gave those Jianghu assassins who had been burned to death a few knives, helping them escape as soon as possible.

"Steady your back—get up." Yuan Jin supported Yang Ye from the back, and Yang Ye was almost overwhelmed by the pressure, wishing he could spit out his lunch.

——Looking at a person who is not fat, how can he be as heavy as a cow.

Yang Ye's knees were trembling, Zhou Zirong on his back was like a gossamer, his whole face was pale and pale, at first glance he looked as if he was dead, he didn't exert any strength,

All paralyzed on his back.

A group of them were at a loss, and with great effort, they put the wounded man on the horse, and hurried back to the city to find a doctor.

The doctor passed away out of breath.

Although the Tianshan Fourteen Spirits have become the Tianshan Fourteen Ghosts, Zhou Zirong is obviously a responsible person. He personally sent the spirits to the gate of ghosts, and almost couldn't come back by himself.

Zhou Zirong had dozens of wounds all over his body, including several penetrating wounds. Few of his internal organs were intact. The doctor suspected that this man was about to be stabbed. Being able to return to the city alive is already a miracle among miracles.

It is extremely dangerous for the fire to go out of its tendons, and if it is not good, it will be insane. Although it saved one's life at the time, but the vitality leaked out, the whole person seemed to have opened his mouth, and his life was flowing out rapidly.

Although it was said that the doctor didn't have a single word out of his mouth, this doctor simply didn't dare to say anything.

Fortunately, Pan Shuning went swimming in the West Lake with a group of old ladies these few days, otherwise if she saw her, she would probably be scared to death.

The Beizhao Prince's Mansion was sealed tightly, and no cold wind was allowed to leak into the house for three whole days. Yuan Jin was outside looking around for news, and at the same time finding time to pay homage to the temple. Going to worship Haiding Temple, alarmed the old Hou Ye who has been dead for many years, and begged him to open his eyes in the sky and save the son of this old friend.

Maybe it was his sincerity that moved the world, and he couldn't stand the dead, so Zhou Zirong wandered around the gate of hell for several days. He was about to die, but he didn't know what it was, so he dragged the breath back.

The doctor sighed, stroked his mustache in an inscrutable manner, and said, "It's because the prince is obsessed with it too much, so he shouldn't die."

But he turned around and said: "But in the future... I still need to be careful and recuperate, try not to get angry."

The words were very tactful, but everyone present understood - even if he was rescued, he might be a useless person in the future.

On the seventh day, Zhou Zirong finally woke up.

The first person he saw when he opened his eyes was Yuan Jin. It was afternoon, and Yuan Jin was dozing in a chair beside his couch in a coat.

The warmth shines in from outside.

Two days ago, the palace was allowed to be ventilated by the doctor, and the people in the palace chose to open the windows for a while during the warmest afternoon.

Zhou Zirong couldn't open his eyes for a while, and Yuan Jin didn't disturb him. He adjusted his eyes half-closed for a while, and looked out of the window silently.

——The white plum blossoms in the yard are blooming, and the branches are decorated like snow, and the petals are illuminated brightly.

Yuan Jin slept very lightly, and woke up without holding his head with his hands. He blinked, almost thinking that he had misread it, until Zhou Zirong smiled at him, and he was sure that he was not dreaming: "Wang... ?”

Zhou Zirong opened his mouth and was unable to utter a sound for a long time. After clearing his throat a little bit, he managed to keep his voice hoarse, and said softly, "Morning."

Yuan Jin's eyes turned red, and he almost cried. He went to Zhou Zirong's side and looked him up and down several times, and said incoherently: "How do you feel? Are you okay... Oh, my God, you scared us to death, my lord." ..."

Zhou Zirong shook his head to indicate that he was fine, but he felt something strange. He lowered his eyes and found that his left fist was clenched all the time, and it was already a little stiff.

"My lord, you don't know, you've been holding it when you're not awake, and you don't know what you're holding, there's nothing we can do about it," Yuan Jin shook his head dumbfounded.

Zhou Zirong exerted some force on his hand, but found that the hand was no longer in control after exerting force for too long. After finally releasing his fingers, he found a black jade chime lying in his palm.

Zhou Zirong was slightly taken aback, and only slowly remembered what happened after he burned up that night.

The tassels of the ink jade chime are gone, and the rope is gone, leaving only this bare piece of jade.

"Oh, this jade is so good," Yuan Jin said, without asking any further questions, he just said, "I'll find someone to match you with a new chain later on."

Zhou Zirong hummed lightly and thanked him, but his eyes were still glued to the piece of jade, and his heart softened unknowingly with the warm sun a few feet on the floor of the room.

"By the way, have you checked what happened recently?" Zhou Zirong asked after a while.

Yuan Jin immediately understood, his face darkened a bit, and he lowered his voice and said: "Then... my lord, listen to me slowly, don't panic, that... I asked someone about things in the capital, and they said that the East Palace was sealed off. Well, most of what happened to you is also related to this..."

"The East Palace is sealed?" Zhou Zirong said in shock, almost leaning on the bed and trying to sit up, "Why..."

"Don't, don't, don't... Take it easy," Yuan Jin was frightened and hurried to support him, but Zhou Zirong grabbed his elbow.

Zhou Zirong's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse: "What's the matter?!"

Yuan Jin was silent.

[The author has something to say: Haiding Temple is built for Zeng Fenglei. It was mentioned before. I don’t know if you still remember. 】