After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

one year later

The night is quiet and the stars are few and far between.

Suddenly, a feathered arrow shot through the night sky and flew straight to the person riding the horse in front.

The man on the horse seemed to be aware of the danger, and leaned close to the horse's back, the arrow almost grazed his scalp, and was heavily nailed to the tree trunk not far away.

"Don't let him run away!"

"Come up!"

"quick!"

The messy horseshoes accompanied by a rapid roar completely broke the dead silence of the third watch.

A masked man in black tugged at the reins, with his arched back like a tiger ready to go, bent over and galloped wildly.

Behind them were more than twenty tall generals, with rough features and high browbones, who looked like barbarians.

"stop!"

The general following at the forefront suddenly jumped high in the air, approaching like a roc spreading its wings, and swung the long knife in his hand towards the head of the man in black like a thunderbolt.

The man in black turned his head slightly, the sharp blade was close at hand, and there was a snow-white cold light on his face, he quickly drew his sword out of its scabbard, and faced the blade directly.

Clang!

When the weapons met, they collided with a burst of harsh lightning and flint.

Seeing that he had accepted this move, Manda's pupils were startled, and he said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"..."

The man in black said nothing, his cold black eyes stared behind him.

Those people are already catching up.

His eyes sank, knowing that he could not waste any more time, he let go of the hand holding the sword, and let the sharp blade cut straight at his shoulder.

Manda's eyes were startled, and before he could react, he was hit by a palm in the chest, and the mighty inner energy rushed into his heart like an overwhelming sea, a mouthful of thick blood gushed out of his mouth, and he fell from the air like a kite with a broken string.

The man in black reluctantly kicked the horse's belly, and the black horse let out a high-pitched and mournful long neigh, and then disappeared into the night like lightning.

The subordinate who caught up hurriedly dismounted, knelt down and helped Manda up, and asked, "King Zuoxian, are you okay?"

Manda covered his chest and coughed heavily, raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said darkly in his eyes: "Leave me alone, chase after me!"

"I want to see who dares to be so bold and dare to break into the barracks."

The man in black driving the horse's face was gray and gray. Seeing the cold sweat oozing from his forehead and pouring into his eyes, his vision was blurred. Hearing that the horse's hooves were getting closer and closer, he simply let go of the reins and rolled directly off the horse's back.

"Doctor Fu, I wonder if there is something wrong with Minnv's body?"

A woman with a delicate face and well-dressed clothes was sitting on a round stool, with red clouds flying around her cheeks, and she glanced at the jade-faced gentleman opposite from time to time.

Yumian Langjun curled his lips into a chuckle, and withdrew his fingertips from the woman's wrist neatly, and said lightly, "It's nothing serious."

"Really?" The woman asked quietly: "Then why does the girl's chest hurt so much all day long?"

"Have you ever had it before?" Although he was smiling all over his face, there was a slight alienation in his eyes.

"..."

Seeing that the woman was silent, the doctor looked up and repeated patiently, "Miss Liu, have you ever been in pain before?"

The woman called Miss Liu was staring at this man's face in a daze, when she heard him speak suddenly, she nodded in panic.

She hurriedly responded, "It hurts, it's an old problem."

Dr. Fu stroked his chin with his index finger, frowned slightly, and murmured: "That's strange."

"Doctor Fu, can't you see it?" The maid standing behind covered her mouth and sniggered, and couldn't help explaining it away: "My lady is not suffering from a chest pain, but lovesickness."

Liu Ruying blushed, cast a look at her in feigned anger, and said angrily, "Chun Qing, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Chunqing stuck out her tongue and said with a smile, "I didn't tell a lie."

"You!" Liu Ruying urged with shame and anger in her eyes, "Don't stand here, go out and wait for me!"

Chunqing blinked at her twice, and bowed to salute, "Yes, this servant will go out now, and don't disturb Miss and Doctor Fu."

Liu Ruying just wanted to scold her, but the girl disappeared in a flash.

She sighed, and when she turned around, she saw that the person opposite seemed to have not heard the conversation between the two of them, and was writing the prescription seriously and intently with downcast eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Liu Ruying's cheeks were hot, her heart was beating wildly like a beating drum, she lost her mind for a while, and the person opposite had already written the prescription.

He shouted to the back room, "Chaoluo."

"Yes."

A hoarse and rough voice echoed inside, and then the bamboo curtain was lifted, and a thin figure in a blue skirt walked out.

She wore a turban on her head, and her face behind the veil was vague, and some reddish scars could be vaguely seen.

Fu Shiyu handed her the prescription with dried ink, and said with a smile, "Grab the medicine."

Chao Luo nodded, she speaks much more fluently now, as long as the words are not too long, she can basically talk like ordinary people.

Just about to take it in, Chao Luo glanced at the prescription, a few traces of doubt flashed in his clear pupils, and asked, "Same as before?"

Fu Shiyu nodded with a smile.

Liu Ruying on the side was embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Please trouble Dr. Fu."

Fu Shiyu looked indifferent, "It's okay."

——What's the trouble with giving money.

Taking advantage of Chao Luo's time to grab the medicine, Liu Ruying looked around, and suddenly said mysteriously: "I overheard my father and the others talking last night, saying that someone broke into the Huns' camp and seemed to have stolen something. For a few days, those Huns have been searching from house to house."

A subtle glint flashed across Fu Shiyu's eyes, he raised his eyes and smiled, "Really?"

Liu Ruying nodded hastily, "I heard from my father that Doctor Fu must go out less recently, lest you, a frail scholar, get into trouble with those barbarians, and you won't even have a reason to talk about it."

Fu Shiyu said softly: "Thank you, Miss Liu, for reminding me."

Liu Ruying looked shy, and said in a low voice, "You're welcome, Doctor Fu."

Seeing Zhao Luo grabbing the medicine and coming out from the inside, Liu Ruyingrao didn't dare to keep any more cheeky, said goodbye to Fu Shiyu, and hurried out of the pharmacy.

Fu Shiyu looked at her leaving back, reached out and touched his face, and murmured with a strange expression: "It's still there."

Worried that his original appearance was too eye-catching, he specially asked Nian Qiu for a new leather mask. Apart from sleeping this year, he didn't use his real face to show anyone.

Among an ordinary, ordinary-looking poor man, how did this girl fall in love with her...

Chao Luo closed the door of the pharmacy, walked quickly to Fu Shiyu, and whispered, "I'm awake."

Fu Shiyu, who was thinking wildly, his eyes sank, he stood up from the stool, opened the bamboo curtain and entered the back room.

There is a small yard hidden behind this pharmacy, he stepped straight to the door, pushed it open and walked in.

The person on the bed has already got up, his upper body is bare, his bronze-colored back is stretched into a bold line, and there are several light-colored long and short scars horizontally on it.

Clean white cloth strips were wrapped around the shoulders to the chest. Because of the excessive movement, the wound on the shoulder was torn, and a glaring bloodstain oozes out.

Hearing someone coming in, his falcon-like eyes swept towards the figure at the door, his dark eyes were full of murderous intent, he couldn't hear the slightest gratitude in his words, and said coldly: "What place is this?"

Fu Shiyu's expression was a little dazed, and he lowered his eyes, never expecting to meet this person again under such circumstances.

Three days ago, he followed Chao Luo up the mountain to collect herbs, and saw a man passed out in a ravine.

This is the territory of the Huns. Fu Shiyu glanced at the wound on his shoulder, thinking that it was a wounded soldier from somewhere, and stretched out his hand to remove the mask, and a stern and aggressive face suddenly came into view.

The features of that face have not changed much, but it looks like a different person, the eyebrows and eyes have been sharpened by the sand and wind and frost, the edges and corners that were a little immature before have become sharp, and the deep eyes are more eye-catching.

Seeing that the man didn't speak, Chu Yan picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on quickly. This place should still be in the territory of the Huns, so it's not suitable to stay for a long time.

After getting dressed, he was just about to go out.

Fu Shiyu suddenly reminded, "You haven't got your sword yet."

A plain and familiar voice sounded in his ears, Chu Yan was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on that strange face.

He called out uncertainly, "Fu Shiyu?"

Fu Shiyu raised the corners of his lips, noncommittal.

Chu Yan's expression sank in an instant. He wanted to ask why this person was here, and also how he saved himself. He wanted to ask too many questions, all of which were stuck in his throat, and finally turned into a stiff silence.

After a long time, he took the long sword on the desk and said indifferently, "I'm leaving."

Fu Shiyu didn't seem to hear it, and stood there calmly, looked at the person who had already walked to the door, and said teasingly: "My son, I saved you, so you plan to leave like this?"

Chu Yan paused and frowned, "What do you mean?"

Fu Shiyu walked to the table and sat down, looked at him with a smile on his chin, and said leisurely, "Silver."

"..." Chu Yan's brows relaxed, and he sneered, "I will find someone to bring it to you in the future."

Fu Shiyu clicked his tongue twice and said with a smile, "Give it now."

Knowing that this person was doing something bad on purpose, Chu Yan's face was ashen, and his tone was a little dangerous, "It depends on whether you have your life."

"Of course there is."

Fu Shiyu stood up with a smile, "I happen to know the daughter of the city lord's mansion here. Her father is in the same group as the Huns. When I hear that the prince is here, maybe I can get a lot of rewards."

There was no fear in Chu Yan's eyes, and he said indifferently, "It's up to you."

After saying that, just as he was about to turn around and go out, Fu Shiyu suddenly yelled out the window: "Chao Luo, Miss Liu should not have gone far by now, please catch up now."

Just halfway through speaking, a generous palm covered his mouth. The two got close, and Fu Shiyu could smell the faint smell of blood on his body.

Chu Yan has something important to do now, so he doesn't want to waste any time talking with this person.

His face was as cold as ice, and he said annoyedly, "What the hell are you trying to do!"

Fu Shiyu didn't seem to hear the hidden anger in his words, and said in a calm manner, "Silver."

Seeing his reluctance, Chu Yan replied with forbearance: "I don't have one now, go back and find someone to give it to you."

"No." Fu Shiyu said indifferently: "How can I be sure that the son will not play tricks?"

Chu Yan snorted, stretched out his hand to push him out of his arms, and said disdainfully, "You are indispensable."

Fu Shiyu still smiled calmly, Chu Yan looked at him dazzlingly, and just about to speak, the man shook his head awkwardly, "Since the prince can't give it now..."

"Then stay here and do odd jobs for me?"

Hearing the word "doing miscellaneous work", Chu Yan fixed his eyes on his face like ice knives, and said grimly, "Want to die?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Shiyu suddenly pointed to his shoulder.

Chu Yan looked down and found that a large area of ​​blood had already oozes out. As soon as he turned his face away, a pungent white powder mist sprayed towards him.

He inhaled a few mouthfuls without paying attention, and his mind was a little unconscious for a moment, and his eyes were dizzy.

"you!"

Chu Yan looked ferocious in anger, and wanted to grab the man's shoulder, but as soon as he raised his hand, his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground powerlessly.

The moment he closed his eyes, he saw that Fu Shiyu restrained his smile, sighed with a complicated expression, and said coldly, "It's not me who is looking for death."

"—It's Shizi himself."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-2314:38:07~2020-03-2511:50:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Xixi, want to sleep, 1 power plant;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Xia Mi 10 bottles; 247989361 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!