After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

Chu Yan rode his horse and galloped all night, the cold wind was bitter, the fog was hazy, and the cold morning dew wet the black robe, which tightly adhered to the strong and smooth lines of his body.

He looked from a distance at the horizon that was beginning to turn white. The horsewhip lashed hard at the horse's belly. The black horse under the seat let out a shrill neigh, and the vigorous horse's hooves galloped forward crazily.

Should have thought of...

Chu Yan tightly clenched the reins, as if his heart had been crushed heavily, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't even take a breath.

There was only one persistent thought left in his emotionally turbulent mind.

—— Fu Shiyu must never be allowed to die.

There was a faint hint of madness in his eyes.

Chu Yan wanted to ask Fu Shiyu why he didn't mention anything when he got the Han Toad's blood, why he saved himself but said that Shen Yanting saved him, what happened in his previous life that he didn't know about, and the weird totem on Fu Shiyu's chest... …

All the questions came in like a flood, messed up in my mind, and I wanted to ask but couldn't ask.

He would never see Fu Shiyu from his previous life again, and even saw the words he personally wrote for him, and he would never have the chance to shout out again.

Chu Yan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air containing white mist.

For the first time, I feel that I have lived my life again, maybe it is not a gift from God to me.

After traveling for a day and a night, Chu Yan finally arrived at the Extremely Cold Valley before dark.

It snows all the year round in the extremely cold valley, and the snow does not melt. Surrounded by towering icebergs, the sky is freezing and the wind is biting.

When approaching the Extremely Cold Valley, the horses were unwilling to leave, and walked restlessly on the same spot. Chu Yan turned over and got off the horse, put on a bamboo hat, put on an ankle-length black cloak, and headed towards the gorge at the bottom of the Extremely Cold Valley. go.

The deeper you go into the valley, the stronger the raging wind will be, swishing up cold snow and hail, as if to blow people away together.

The sky was covered with a dark curtain, and the snow covered the entire valley. Looking around, it was a vast expanse of whiteness.

Chu Yan walked against the wind, his face was scratched by ice and snow, and his feet seemed to be filled with lead stones. Every step was extremely difficult. The knee-high snow made his calves stiff and numb, as if he was sucking The air that enters the nose is full of icicles.

Even Chu Yan, who had strong internal strength and practiced martial arts all the year round, was also trembling with the cold from the sleet wind blowing from all directions.

Even himself, who is physically strong, had difficulty walking. He couldn't imagine how that person got here and how he got out.

Chu Yan didn't dare to think about what inhuman ups and downs he had experienced.

It's a pity that he didn't see this person's near death back then, nor did he see this person's scars. He only saw Fu Shiyu's pretended indifference, and only saw him smiling and saying: "I'm sorry, my lord, I didn't ask for this medicine. Come."

"Thanks to Mr. Shen's Snow Lotus Pill..."

What a Shen Yanting!What a snow lotus!

Fu Shiyu was ruthless enough, ruthless in his bones, leak-tight, and worked so hard to deceive himself for so many years!

If it weren't for this experience now, would this person plan to keep him in the dark for the rest of his life?

By the way, he almost forgot.

Chu Yan finally came to his senses.

This man has indeed been hiding it all his life.

Chu Yan's eyes were sore from the wind, and the wound on his knee, which had just begun to heal, was cracked open by the cold. As he moved, glaring scarlet blood flowed in the snow.

In the end, his eyes were blown by the wind and snow so hard that he couldn't keep his eyes open, his vision was blurred, his brain was congested, and it seemed that even his sense of hearing had disappeared.

His whole body seemed to be sinking in the dark bottom of the water, his five senses suddenly lost, his thoughts went blank, and the last sliver of rationality still drove him forward bravely.

When Chu Yan woke up again, the heavy snow had stopped and the sky was dark. It should have passed the third watch. The blood on his robe was stained with blood, and the wound on his knee had also solidified into a blood scab.

He slowly got up from the snow, and found that he had fallen on the edge of a cliff, and there was no way ahead.

I was just about to take advantage of the fact that it wasn't snowing, so I looked for any suspicious places, looked around, and saw nothing but white snow and icebergs.

Since Han Chanxi lives in an extremely cold place, it must appear near an iceberg. Chu Yan just wanted to go to the nearest iceberg.

"Are you looking for Han Chan?"

A clear and icy voice sounded behind him, in the dead of night, it was like a thunderbolt splitting the sky, shaking and thundering.

Chu Yan turned his head and saw a man wearing a black cloak standing in the distance, whose face could not be seen clearly.

The only thing that could be discerned was the flawless white waist-length hair, which was a little disheveled by the strong wind beside him. It should have been hidden in the snow of the same color, but it looked unusually eye-catching.

Seeing that Chu Yan didn't speak, he raised his hand again, and the wind was blowing in his wide sleeves. The man's tone sounded extremely impatient, and he asked again: "Is it?"

Chu Yan frowned, and finally spoke.

"who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." The man slowly took out two jade boxes from his pocket, "I have everything you want."

"And I can give it to you."

Chu Yan didn't seem urgent, and stood indifferently on the spot, saying: "What conditions."

The man laughed lightly, with a touch of sarcasm, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly stepped up and walked towards Chu Yan.

Even though the ground was covered with thick ice and snow, he walked on the ground as if he was walking on the ground, as if he was floating in the air on the snow, extraordinarily light.

He stopped a few steps away, "I promised someone."

"I can grant you one condition."

Chu Yan keenly grasped the key points in his words, "Who do you promise?"

The man smiled, refused to answer, and said after a long time, "I have two things in my hand."

"The left hand is the Han Chan I just mentioned, and the right hand is also...another ghost riding order."

"Which side do you want?"

Chu Yan was almost out of his mind, and said directly: "Give it to me, Hanchan."

The man's tone was cold, and he said gloomyly: "Are you going to abandon the group of ghost cavalry locked in the dungeon in order to save someone?"

Chu Yan said coldly, "The others have nothing to do with me."

The man sneered, and there was no surprise in his words, "Sure enough, only you can say such things."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the jade box in his left hand from mid-air, "Here you are, Hanchan."

Chu Yan hurriedly stepped forward and took the jade box that almost fell in the snow into his arms. As soon as he opened it, the person opposite suddenly asked, "Is Chongyang okay?"

"Do you know Chongyang?" Chu Yan asked subconsciously.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the jade box opened in his hand, his expression was gloomy for a moment, and the anger that seemed to kill was surging in his eyes.

There is no cold toad in the exquisite jade box, except for a rag stained with blood, there is nothing else.

Chu Yan, who realized that he had been deceived, just raised his head when he saw the person who was standing not far away just now, and flashed to him in the blink of an eye.

Because of the close distance, Chu Yan saw the man's face very clearly, and before he had time to react, he kicked him off the cliff unceremoniously.

"You still have the face to ask for Han Chan, you would be polite if I don't kill you."

The immortal stood on the edge of the cliff, looked coldly at Chu Yan who was falling at an extreme speed, and murmured: "Don't you want to know the truth?"

"—there's good stuff in that box."

"Brother Chongyang, go and have a break." Zhao Luo looked at Chongyang who was dozing off on the chair, and said softly, "I'll just stay here."

"It's okay." Chongyang shook his head to clear his mind a little, "Stay safe and rest assured."

Chao Luo hummed softly, sat on the side of the couch, tightly holding Fu Shiyu's cold fingers, trying to warm this person up with his own body temperature.

"Son..."

There were tears in her eyes, but remembering that it was useless to cry now, she could only hold back.

This is the second time she has the urge to cry, the first time was Liu Ruying's death, and the second time is now.

To her, Fu Shiyu is the second most important family member.

At that time, my sister was also like this, lying quietly on the couch. At that time, Chao Luo didn't know what death was, but thought she was asleep. Later, she waited and waited, waited and waited until her sister's body It began to rot, turned into bones, and was put into the tomb where they were buried together by General Yan.

My sister never woke up...

Chao Luo trembled in fear, worried that Fu Shiyu would be like her sister, a sleepy slob who would never wake up.

"If you don't sleep, the old man went back to the hospital to sleep."

The old doctor lying on the table yawned and thumped his sore shoulder, "The old bones can't stand your toss."

Before he reached the door, a three-foot broadsword with a sheath was blocked on his stomach.

The old doctor's expression changed suddenly, and he cursed: "Stinky boy, if you don't want to be beaten, just take it away."

"I haven't got the bill tonight"

Chongyang was listening without changing his face, but suddenly he seemed to realize something, he stood up from the chair suddenly, and said coldly: "Shut up!"

The old doctor's shoulders shook in fright, and his chattering and cursing stuck in his throat.

"Stay in the house, don't go out!" After giving instructions, Chongyang quietly pushed open the window, looked around the yard, and jumped down quietly.

Chongyang swayed around, he purposely found a remote location, Shen Yanting and the others probably couldn't find it.

As soon as this thought came to him, he heard the rustling sound of his back stepping on the grass, Chongyang's eyes sank, he directly grasped the handle of the knife and spun it around, and the blade stabbed back from his armpit.

Hearing the muffled sound of the sharp blade sinking into the gun, Chongyang turned his head and saw another soldier under control standing behind him, he couldn't help cursing annoyedly: "Damn it, it's not over yet!"

As soon as he finished cursing, he suddenly sensed something was wrong, turned around and ran into the house hastily.

It's so weird.

Even the time was arranged just right.

Arresting the doctor—the doctor’s diagnosis—saying that there is a lack of medicine—and then mentioning Gu’erzhai—maybe all of this is actually to lure Chu Yan away.

There is also the strong smell on the doctor's body, presumably to cover up some smell.

And this strange smell is most likely to cover up the bloody smell that will leak out of the horse's feet.

Their goal from the very beginning was Mr. Fu and Chao Luo!

The prince who cares about the chaos and the ignorant self have become pawns in their hands.

Realizing this, Chongyang felt regretful and angry at once, wishing to slap himself twice, kicking the door open, as expected, there was no one in the room.

Fu Shiyu, Chao Luo, and the doctor all disappeared.

In the darker, dew-heavy night, a small courtyard near the city gate was lit with lights.

In the brightly lit bedroom, Chao Luo hugged Fu Shi curled up on the ground in horror, the veil and headscarf were torn off, and cold sweat oozes from the face that has recovered from the scars, and every subtle expression shows that she has arrived. Extremely scared.

Looking at the 'Old Doctor' standing not far away who took off the human skin mask, Chao Luo stuttered and asked, "You... who are you?"

The 'Old Doctor' chuckled twice, then turned around slowly, his eyes were clearly looking gloomy, but his tone of voice was sweet and greasy, as if he was acting coquettishly naive.

"Long time no see, Sister Yu."

Zhao Luo's eyes widened in shock, she obviously had no memory of this person, but at this moment she seemed to be cornered by someone with a knife, her tear glands were swollen, and salty tears ooze from the corners of her eyes, she wanted to escape, but there was nothing in her arms. He was still holding Fu Shiyu, so Chao Luo could only sit there paralyzed in fear, screaming: "Don't come here! Don't! Ahhh!"

Shen Yanting didn't seem to hear, walked up to her at a leisurely pace, then slowly squatted down under Chao Lu's horrified eyes, stretched out his hand to touch her uneven cheeks, there was an obsessive and infatuated look in her eyes. gentle.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise of ignoring what he said later.

"...Why didn't you die in that fire, Sister Yu?"

作者有话要说：明天有三更，今天最后一更。感谢在2020-04-2509:00:00~2020-04-2521:41:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Jiangnan Fuke;

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