After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

Chongyang, who came late, kicked open the door, saw Chao Luo sitting directly opposite, and Fu Shiyu lying in the corner with his sleeves stained with blood, his face was furious, and he shouted: "Damn it!"

"What about the bastard?!"

Chao Luo shook his head dully and murmured, "Run away."

Thinking of something, she staggered up from the ground, ran to Fu Shiyu's side, glanced at his bloodshot wrist, and hurriedly shouted: "Brother Chongyang, you carry the young master to the couch."

"Okay." Chongyang quickly walked over, bent down and hugged the unconscious Fu Shiyu.

Zhao Luo went outside to search around, and found some hidden wine in a woodshed, she scooped some out, then took it back to the room, poured it on Fu Shiyu's wound in a decent manner, and carefully bandaged it with a clean handkerchief good.

Chongyang planned to take them back to the barracks.

Although most of Fengyang City are filled with generals and soldiers from Daqing, Chongyang really dare not stay here after such an incident tonight. He can't play with Shen Yanting that bastard. When the son came back and saw that something had happened to Mr. Fu, he was afraid that he would lose his mind on this matter.

"I'm going with Mr. Fu on my back." Chongyang held the knife, and Zhaoluo, who was sitting on the side of the couch, said in a deep voice, "Follow me, I'll find a carriage."

Chao Luo nodded, Chongyang was just about to carry Fu Shiyu up, when he suddenly heard the sound of very soft footsteps coming from outside.

Others couldn't hear it clearly, but to Chong Yang, who is sensitive to hearing, the sound was undoubtedly walking around his ears, he sneered and said, "Okay! I was looking for you, but I didn't expect that I would come to your door. "

He looked at Chao Luo, "You take good care of Mr. Fu, I will avenge you!"

As if he had found a backer, Chao Luo resumed talking in his eyes and nodded heavily, "Thank you, Brother Chongyang!"

With a sullen face, Chongyang deliberately walked lightly, holding the knife high, and slowly approached the door.

The atmosphere in the room became tense in an instant, and it was so quiet that even the beating heartbeat that was about to pop out of the chest could be clearly heard.

'Squeak—'

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of the old door, Chongyang's brows turned cold, and the big knife in his hand swung away majesticly as if possessing great power.

With a full blow, Chongyang felt as if the blade had been cut on a barrier as hard as iron, and could no longer move forward.

He raised his eyes, only to see a pair of knuckle-boned hands covering the snow-white blade.

Chongyang's heart trembled violently, and then his face became dignified, he felt too shameful, the internal energy of his dantian poured out continuously on the saber, and even the naked eyes could see the weak true energy flowing in the air.

But Chongyang is facing off like a mountain that is difficult to move. It is not a coincidence that the soft meets the hard, but the unilateral crushing caused by the disparity in strength.

The people outside the door seemed to be annoyed, deliberately stretched out an index finger and slowly pushed away the blade in front of him under Chongyang's shameful and angry eyes.

Those hands are very beautiful, each index finger is slender and slender, obviously the internal force that is suppressed is overwhelming, and the wind and rain are violent, but there is not even a trace of sinister veins on the back of this person's hands.

Although Chongyang didn't see his face, his chest was stabbed by his careless movements.

He stared at the bull's eye and roared angrily, "How dare you!"

Before the words were finished, the door of the room was kicked open with a bang, and the person outside the door was dressed in a dark red robe, with black and gold threads embroidered with exquisite python patterns on the sleeves and front of the skirt, and a head of soft white hair casually draped over his shoulders.

"The internal strength is not bad." The man's vermilion lips parted slightly, and there was a sense of laziness in his words, "It seems that he is not very slack."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the faces of Chao Luo and Chong Yang in the room were terrified. Although their minds were blank, the memory from their bodies controlled them to bow down and kneel down.

The man lifted his feet leisurely, crossed the threshold, looked at Fu Shiyu on the couch, raised his eyebrows in a good mood and said with a smile: "Finally wait until your kid is dead."

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer, Chao Luo raised his head involuntarily, and glanced up secretly.

When she saw that familiar face, she was shocked and stuttered, "You...you are..."

Chao Luo shouted uncertainly: "Sister?"

This face is exactly the same as the one in memory, it is almost carved out of the same mold, the only difference is that this person has a bright cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.

Chao Luo's eyes were a little dazed and dazed.

She watched her sister's body being put into the coffin by General Yan, why is her sister standing in front of her now.

"I'm not your sister." The man hooked his lips and smiled. His facial features were extremely beautiful, which was different from Fu Shiyu's gentle and jade-like beauty. His beauty was a little more dangerous and harsh, especially That head of white hair, which looked a little weird, against this young face, looked a little creepy and timid.

Chongyang held back the trembling deep in his soul, and tremblingly said behind him, "Then who are you?"

Although Mrs. Xi looks exactly like this person, but she has a completely different temperament, but if there are two people, Chongyang can vaguely feel that they seem to have similarities.

The man brushed away the long hair that fell in front of him, and said lightly: "I am your ancestor."

These words inevitably sounded like scolding, but hearing his serious tone, Chongyang somehow felt that what this person said should be the truth.

He stopped talking to Chaoluo and Chongyang, walked to the side of the couch, bent down and hugged the unconscious Fu Shiyu by the waist easily.

Seeing that this man was holding Fu Shiyu and going out, Chao Luo hurriedly got up from the ground, put his hands in front of him, and asked, "Where are you taking Young Master?"

Chongyang also wanted to stand up, but the terrifying coercion was like a towering mountain pressing on his shoulders. He knelt on the ground and couldn't move, and the clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat.

"Go home, where else can I go." The man gave Chao Luo a natural look, "You have to follow."

Zhao Luo stared blankly, wanted to ask but was stopped by the timidity in her heart, she stood up silently, and followed closely behind him.

When the man was about to walk out the door, he turned his head and looked at Chong Yang who was kneeling on the ground upright.

"What did you see today?"

Chongyang's shoulders stiffened, and he wanted to speak subconsciously, but suddenly found that his mind was blank, and then a big hand stretched in between his brows, forcing in some memories that didn't belong to him.

"what……"

Chongyang held his head in his hands and fell to the ground screaming in pain. After a long time, the man's voice was as cold as water piercing through the chilly twilight, "What did you see?"

Chongyang, who was roaring at first, suddenly became quiet when he heard this, staring blankly into his eyes, and murmured: "Dead..."

The man asked persuasively, "Who is dead?"

Chongyang's eyes looked like stagnant water, without any waves, he followed his words and replied, "Mr. Fu."

"How did you die?"

"Shen Yanting killed it."

"How did you kill it? Where is the body?"

"Fall off the cliff and disappeared."

The man shook his head, "This kind of rhetoric is not good, he won't believe it."

"We were ambushed, and Chao Luo fled with Fu Shiyu on his back. After I finished solving the problem, I caught up and saw with my own eyes that they were forced off the cliff by Shen Yanting. They died without a whole body."

"Repeat."

Chongyang was like a puppet who was in control, and followed his words word by word: "We were ambushed, and Chaoluo escaped with Fu Shiyu on our backs..."

After the man finished listening, he narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes in satisfaction, "That's fine."

"Remember to convey the words of death without a complete body to the ears of that prince."

"it is good."

When Chu Yan woke up, he found that it was not a snow field or the bottom of a cliff in front of him, but a fairly spacious military tent.

"How about it?"

As soon as he stood up, he heard someone talking in the distance. Just as he was about to get closer, he suddenly realized that the furnishings in the tent were somewhat familiar.

Chu Yan pondered for a while, and finally remembered that this place turned out to be the camp where he rested in his previous life.

That being said, the person who spoke just now is...

Chu Yan walked towards the screen, and sure enough, he saw two figures of similar stature standing beside the couch.

Even after several years, he was still taken away by that thin and tall figure.

In the past two lifetimes, this man's facial features have not changed much, he still wears a loose blue old robe, his slender neck is slightly loose, exposing his thin and clear clavicle.

"As long as you are willing to give me a Gu, I will tell you how to save the world."

Chu Yan's eyes froze, and his cold gaze swept to the person standing next to Fu Shiyu.

Fu Shiyu smiled slightly, his words were a little cold, "Why?"

"It's because he saved you, didn't he?" Shen Yanting approached him, and said quietly: "He is dying to save you, so you plan to turn a blind eye like this?"

"Otherwise." Fu Shiyu smiled unabated, "Do you still want me to pay him this life?"

Standing beside him, Chu Yan didn't show anger on his face, on the contrary he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He didn't want to use this matter to 'blackmail' Fu Shiyu into doing such a thing.

"..." Shen Yanting shrugged helplessly, "Alright then, let him die."

The smile on Fu Shiyu's face was restrained, his eyes were cold, "He has done so much for you, and you let him wait to die?"

"Otherwise." Shen Yanting blocked his mouth with the same words, and said meaningfully: "Who told him to save you?"

Fu Shiyu couldn't laugh anymore, looked at Chu Yan who was sleeping on the couch, and after a long silence, he asked irritably, "How are you doing?"

Both of them clearly understood what the other was, so they didn't bother to pretend to be false.

Shen Yanting pursed his lips, took out a jade bottle from his bosom and handed it to him, "It contains Snow Lotus Pill."

Snow Lotus Pill is a elixir handed down from the Eastern Qin Dynasty. There are two pills in total. It is said that they can live forever and stay young forever. Back then, the foreign envoys presented one at the birthday banquet of Emperor Qing of Sui Dynasty. It was the only time Chu Yan saw it. What exactly is Snow Lotus Pill.

"Eat it." Shen Yanting said with a smile: "Eat the Snow Lotus Pill, your blood will have a fragrance, only in this way can the Gu worms in my body be drawn out."

Fu Shiyu pinched the white snow lotus pill with his slender fingertips, looked at it a few times, and said coldly: "Since that's the case, you can find someone casually, and you can pass."

"Combination is required to pass Gu." Shen Yanting interrupted with complicated eyes.

Hearing this, Fu Shiyu and Chu Yan who was standing next to him froze slightly. Shen Yanting who was standing opposite guessed his thoughts, and a quick flash of disgust flashed in his eyes, "Don't worry, if you don't want to, I don't want to either."

"So there is a second way." Shen Yanting removed his outer shirt, revealing his bare and weak chest, the bright red totem on his chest, the strange green snake coiled around the black dogwood, there is a trace of eccentricity that makes people uncomfortable The flirtatious.

"Draw the Gu out."

"It's just that this method is too dangerous for me, and the chance of success is greatly reduced, so I don't want to try it, but there is no other way now."

"If you want to save him, don't waste any more time."

Fu Shiyu didn't speak, Chu Yan saw the struggle and hesitation in his eyes, and wanted to knock down the jade bottle in his hand, but his hand was like a transparent phantom, there was no way to hinder Fu Shiyu's movements, and in the end he could only Watching helplessly as he swallowed that snow lotus pill.

Shen Yanting stepped forward, picked up the dagger and pierced it neatly into his chest. His facial features were instantly contorted and hideous in pain, and he desperately swallowed the pain that reached the tip of his tongue, and said in a hoarse voice: "Stretch out your hand."

Now that the decision was made, Fu Shiyu didn't hesitate anymore, and directly stretched out his hand in front of him. Shen Yanting made a deep cut on his palm, then took his hand, and placed it flat on his chest with the palm facing up.

As time passed, the smell of blood in the tent became more and more intense, because of the excessive blood loss, Shen Yanting's face was pale, but his eyes were very calm and terrifying.

Seeing that the wound on the palm of Fu Shiyu was about to scab, Fu Shiyu was just about to ask Shen Yanting how long it would take to finish it, when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the green snake on the totem on his chest and started to swim slowly. The snake opened its mouth and spit out a thumb-sized demon red Gu worm.

It likes to eat snow lotus, smelling the fragrance of the snow lotus pill, it can't control it, the Gu worms crawled out of Shen Yanting's chest, and then slowly crawled to Fu Shiyu's bloodshot palm.

Chu Yan looked gloomy and sternly shouted: "Fu Shiyu! Throw it away! Throw this thing away!"

He stepped forward and wanted to throw the Gu worm down, but unfortunately, no matter how he moved or cursed, his voice and movements were completely isolated, and he could only witness the red Gu worm burrowing into the wound in Fu Shiyu's palm in an instant and disappearing in an instant. No more traces.

The author has something to say: After the font is enlarged today, it is really suitable for a highly myopic blind man like me!