The invulnerability of fast wear

It was raining heavily, and the vermilion liquid spread down the stairs like silk and washed away.

The surrounding environment is noisy, only the electronic sound in the brain is formulaic as always. This non-human calming sound is like a dose of stability injected into the veins, which quickly stabilizes the man's mood.

"Ding, [feign death in front of Xie Zhiwei] progress value +100%, current progress is 100%"

The ice-blue world in the thermal image gradually turned gray due to paralysis. After receiving the assurance from the system that "the host will not die for the time being", Wu Xie finally closed his eyes with peace of mind and let everything in his vision fall into darkness.

All the sounds suddenly disappeared, leaving only the sound of ticking rain.

Yan Song's hands and feet were cold.

He looked at the man lying on the damp wooden board, black shirt, white lining, black hair, covering his eyes, except for paler skin than before, and the bright red that spreads under his body, it was almost the same as before—rainwater It poured on this man's bland lips, as if soaked in sweat. It's not like he hasn't seen this look at all. After he worked hard for the man, the man also looked like this, as if he had just been fished out of the water. Come out the same.

The moment his mind was cut off, he only had time to slap the figure who drew his sword away, and immediately his blank mind was occupied by all kinds of messy associations. He knew that there was no time for him to think about those miscellaneous things at this moment, but he couldn't control it. Because once he wakes up...he will have to face the reality that he is about to lose this person.

And he was completely unprepared.

Just like when he was forced into the goose feather hall, this person always has a way to catch him off guard.

Embarrassment, nausea, anger, guilt, embarrassment, regret... The dormant emotions are complicated and crowded out, trying desperately to burst out from the corner of his eyes, or to push away the calm appearance he forcibly maintained, and tear everything apart. Zhang Zhan was exposed in front of the world—fortunately, the faintly flickering reason responded for him, so that he would not completely lose his composure and expose all his weaknesses and embarrassments.

He heard his calmly arranged voice, he watched others lift Wu Xie off the ground, he forced his eyes away from the pool of blood, he looked at the crowded auditorium, and suddenly felt a burst of panic and powerlessness.

He thought, what the hell was he doing? Wu Xie didn’t know whether he was injured, and he didn’t go to accompany him, but he also stood here and gave consolation speeches to everyone. Why did he have power and power? In order to be able to take that person into his pocket without any scruples one day, let him dominate, and at the same time protect himself from being hurt by anyone?

He didn't want to be controlled by anything anymore - not even Wu Xie.

But now, that person is dying.

Just thinking about this possibility, the heart seems to be completely pinched by one hand, and with a little force, it will turn into a pulp, so rotten that you can't even find the original shape, and there is no way to escape.

The independence he thought, the distance he thought, the freedom he thought he never left from the beginning to the end—Wu Xie was the one who killed the young master of Yulong Villa and became an Asura. This man burned the brand of evil spirits on him. In the depths of his soul, he is both his enemy and his bole, his nightmare and his teacher.

It is his adjudicator, the one who controls him.

He has never escaped from this vicious circle.

——The strong wavering in my heart suddenly disappeared.

Covering up the frailty in his heart and smoothing out his chaotic thoughts, Yan Song clearly realized that for these people in front of him, the young master of Yulong Villa was the one who truly responded to everyone. He must not show timidity, let alone shrink back. No matter how calm and perfect he is, the power and prestige he holds in his hands will be more stable and solid.

Wu Xie didn't die that easily, and he didn't allow this person to leave hastily in this way. If he wanted to rob someone from God, he had to be fully prepared.

This time, he won't be so gaffe again.

The sound of footsteps coming and going was messy and noisy, and the surrounding noises changed from vague to clear, until they gradually faded away. In the quiet room, someone walked quickly in front of him who was dying.

The medicine box made a little noise on the side of the bed, and the visitor tapped a few acupoints near the heart vein, and immediately took off the red bandage on his chest, and re-wrapped it with medicine—the bleeding stopped.

Only then did Wu Xie hear the other party's hoarse apology:

"Valley Master, the subordinates are late."

Wu Xie opened and closed his eyes, letting go of the last stone in his heart.

With Qingxigu's superb medical skills, it is difficult for him to die even if he wants to.

Bo Ze carefully picked up the injured master and walked towards the back window. The assistant he brought also walked out of the room knowingly. He told a bunch of people waiting outside that the situation was a little tricky. Please keep quiet, so he was arranged to come over The servants of Yulong Villa were all staring at the varnish folding door with bated breath. No one noticed that a man in black quietly left with a big bag covered with raincloth on his shoulder and walked towards the path outside the courtyard.

Only this disciple of Qingxi Valley who was in charge of the door saw everything.

After confirming that the second master had taken the owner away, he opened the door and went in "to see the situation", and left in the same way - seeing that the so-called doctor hadn't come out for a long time, Yan Song arranged to treat the "benefactor" here The butler suddenly realized that the situation was wrong, and hurriedly led the crowd in, but only saw that the building was empty.

"Not good!" The steward turned pale with shock, "The benefactor has been taken away, go and report to the young master!"

He never expected that all of this was in the plan that the "benefactor" had already set up.

Dry clothes, soft blankets, soothing spices, and wounds that have been treated all make people feel comfortable. Wu Xie finally opened his eyes, and the restarted thermal map gave him a sense of security. He has not escaped from Yulong Villa yet. At that time, he was still worried that Yan Song would find out his flaws, but now it seems that Bai Ze's work efficiency is higher than he imagined.

If he had had such a competent subordinate when he was in the real world, the accident that caused him to lose his right arm might have been... Forget it, what do you think about it.

Wu Xie sat up slowly while leaning on the shaky car wall, and suddenly two hands stretched out to support him. Those hands were very powerful, not only helped him to sit up smoothly, but also let him lean on a wide and warm pillow.

Head still a little dizzy, Wu Xie heard the sound of pouring water, very close.

After a while, he realized that what he was leaning on was not a pillow, but a man's chest.

The tone of the other party was slightly tense:

"Master Gu, are you feeling better? Do you want some water?"

"Hmm." Master Gu replied indifferently, and asked after thinking about it for a while, "I asked you to take something, did you get it back?"

Bai Ze was stunned for a moment, and took out an exquisite bone whistle from his bosom. There was a broken red string on the bone whistle, which was obviously an old thing. Channel:

"My subordinates have been observing for a long time. Xie Zhiwei rarely leaves this bone whistle, so I took it. If not, after escorting the owner of the valley back to the valley, my subordinates can find another opportunity to get it."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Wu Xie put the bone whistle into his sleeve, and took a breath, "This is it."

Seeing that his owner was struggling to speak, Bo Ze couldn't help showing distressed expression. He knew that the other party couldn't see his expression, so he could only restrain his voice and persuade him to drink water. Seeing that he agreed, he quickly put the bowl on the man's lips , Waiting for him to drink it slowly, he was slightly relieved.

"Ding, I have obtained [Xie Zhiwei's Bone Whistle]"

"The item has been stored, and the collection request has been completed."

With a flick of the sleeve, the bone whistle that was still in the sleeve disappeared, and the customs clearance requirement panel unfolded in front of his eyes.

Mission props: Xie Zhiwei's bone whistle (completed)

The host needs to complete important events:

1. Pollution Yan Song (Completed)

2. Fake death in front of Xie Zhiwei (Completed)

3. Wake up Yan Song (0%)

The knife has to be blocked, the bone whistle has to be taken, and the person has to escape, otherwise, an antidote is conjured out of thin air and given to Yan Song, the OOC value will definitely collapse. It will take more than a month. Wu Xie doesn't want to stay in Yulong Villa and torture Yan Song. He feels uncomfortable looking at Yan Song, and Yan Song also feels uncomfortable looking at him. It's better to separate for a while and let him make a long-term plan.

Therefore, he designed the bureau of this martial arts conference.

Due to time constraints, he could only briefly explain to Bai Ze at that time, but he did not expect that Bai Ze did it so well. Not only did he really help him steal the heroine's bone whistle, but he also successfully brought him back from the brink of death. Pulled back.

But now, facing the antidote that can be made in another day, Wu Xie plans to hold a banquet after returning to Qingxi Valley, and ask Yan Song to go to Qingxi Valley with other guests, and then wait for the opportunity to feed the antidote to Yan. Song, let him be the so-called "medicine tester". Anyway, he will leave immediately after completing the last customs clearance requirement. At that time, the OOC value can't help him.

It's just that the reality is that the plan can't keep up with the changes.

The sound of the horse "wowing" came from outside the carriage, and Wu Xie heard a scream. It seemed that something heavy fell from the carriage. While the horse's hooves were trampling, he was placed back on the soft blanket by Bo Ze, who said humanely:

"Master Gu, go down and check the situation, and come back soon."

However, before he could leave, he heard the man's sickly sneer from outside:

"Ah Xie, you can make it easy for me to find."

Wu Xie fastened his sleeves tightly - the thing he was most worried about finally happened.

"Master Gu." Bai Ze gritted his teeth, "This subordinate will protect you to leave!"

"Protect me to leave?" His valley owner looked calm and his tone was cold. "How do you protect me, kill him—or kill the people he brought?"

"Subordinate..."

"Help me out."

"Valley Master!"

"I don't want to say it a second time." The man turned to him with his face covered, his thin lips parted slightly, "Umbrella, go out."

The light in Bai Ze's eyes dimmed, and he was silent for a moment, maybe because he realized that the situation was stronger than others, he finally went to take out the plain umbrella from the cage, jumped out of the carriage first to prop up the umbrella, and softly called "Valley Master", Wu Xie He opened the curtain and got out of the carriage.

Yan Song looked at the man standing under the plain umbrella through the heavy rain.

The man was still wearing a black shirt with a white lining, his loose long hair was simply pulled behind his head, his eyes were covered with a tall nose bridge and light-colored thin lips. He didn't look like a patient who almost died, but was gentle and warm, like the first time they met It was as peaceful as before—one moment let him have a good rest, and the next moment let him taste the taste of ten fingers connecting hearts.

As before, as now, this person has never changed.

What changed was him.

The white lining of the young man's black shirt had already been soaked, his black hair was tied high with a wooden crown, and was loosely scattered behind him, showing the young man's arrogance and sharpness. Water drops rolled down his handsome cheeks, as heavy as honey bee His pupils stared straight at the man in the same clothes and robes as him. One of them was sitting on a horse, and the other was standing in the mud, but they were like mirrors for each other, reflecting the most unbearable desire hidden in the depths of each other's hearts. .

"Axie, do you still remember what I told you back then?" The jade wrench twirled anxiously between his thumbs, and the young man twirled the blue color lightly, his pupils full of sinking darkness, "If you dare Run, and I'll break your leg."

"Yan Song, how dare you!" Bai Ze roared angrily first, "You..."

Wu Xie raised his hand to block his next words, straightened his back and "looked" at Yan Song, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't bother talking and take the initiative."

The man suddenly pulled out the dagger from the waist of the person next to him, and stabbed it into his kneecap. With a muffled grunt, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a splattered piece of flesh. Scarlet splashed on his pale cheeks. He pushed away Bai Ze who was about to come to help him. Hearing the dense rain around him, he took a breath and was about to gouge out the other leg, but the young man on the horse stopped him violently:

"enough!"

The man stopped his movements when he heard the words, then slowly straightened his body, and let out a grunt of unknown meaning. With a bit of sarcasm and unscrupulousness, he threw away the dagger covered in sticky blood, and the metal fell on the stone, making a crisp sound.

He said:

"Wu is just a useless person now, 35 years of hard work have been exhausted by you, and now he is blind and crippled, it is Wu's own fault—may I ask if Young Master Yan is still satisfied?"

Yan Song moved his lips, trembling all over his body because of the other party's questioning, an unspeakable chill rose from his heart, and with the cold rain falling, it gradually condensed into the hot and moist moisture at the corners of his eyes, together with the rain on his face It flows into the snow-white collar.

His throat seemed to be choked by a lump, and he couldn't speak a word.

"Since Young Master Yan is satisfied, please let me go. Wu is still rushing back to Qingxi Valley to heal his wounds, so it's inconvenient to stand in the rain for a long time." The man said calmly.

"No." Barely pronouncing a syllable, Yan Song finally recovered his voice, "I'm not satisfied."

"Young Master Yan means that you won't let him go?" The man's expression darkened, "Could it be that you want Wu's other leg?"

"Ah Xie, why do you have to press on?"

Yan Song suddenly broke into a hearty smile in this gloomy scene, revealing his usual calmness:

"I just want to take you back."

"Go back?" The man also smiled, "Don't bother the young master, Wu can still find the way back to Qingxi Valley."

"A Xie always likes to misinterpret my meaning." Yan Song said softly, "Follow me back to Yulong Villa—A Xie, you probably don't want anything to happen to Qingxi Valley."

The words have come to this point, and there are only naked threats left.

Wu Xie was silent for a moment, and quickly squeezed Bai Ze's hand under his sleeve. He was still looking straight ahead, and his lips moved almost invisibly:

"Go back and see the situation first."

Bai Ze showed a look of hesitation, but Wu Xie had already staggered forward:

"Since Young Master Yan has already mentioned this point, Wu has no choice but to obey." He said, "But Wu has an unfeeling request. This subordinate of mine is very smart. It's a pity that he died. The young master raised his noble hand and let him go back, so that Wu can feel at ease and agree with the young master to go back to Yulong Villa."

Yan Song's expression was warm and his tone was more gentle:

"What if I say no?"

"Then Wu can only be forced to die." The man's smile did not change. "As the saying goes, the master dies as a servant, and now Wu can't even keep a subordinate. How is it different from death? If this is the case, it is better to die. If he is buried with him, it is not in vain for me to have a relationship with his master and servant."

After hearing this, Bai Ze had tears in his eyes, while Yan Song directly laughed angrily:

"What a servant of the Lord—Okay, I won't kill him, you follow me."

Wu Xie then snatched the plain umbrella from Bai Ze's hand, his expression changed, and he said coldly:

"Trash, get out of here!"

Bai Ze knelt down and kowtowed three times, his shoulders shrugged sharply, he whimpered, turned around and disappeared into the heavy rain—he wanted to go back to Qingxi Valley immediately to find someone to save the valley owner, this time, there must be no one error!

As soon as Bai Ze walked away, Yan Song got off the horse, took the mysterious umbrella handed over by the person next to him, and walked towards the man. He took the plain umbrella away and threw it far away, and replaced it with the one he opened to block the man. The top of the head, in an intimate tone:

"Bo Ze must die, it's useless for you to plead for mercy."

With a wave of his gesture, half of the people standing in the rain immediately ran towards the direction that Bai Ze left. These people were all good players with long swords on their waists. If Bai Ze fell into the hands of these people, he would definitely not be able to escape!

Wu Xie was about to say something when he suddenly felt something cold on his lips, and his jaw was pinched tightly. He was forced to open his mouth. The strength of the other party was very domineering. His tongue was warm, and his breath carried an ambiguous temperature.

He felt himself being hugged by someone, perhaps because the person hugged him too hard, and there was a tearing sensation under the bandage on his chest, which made him groan.

The young man backed away unexpectedly, he touched the thick bandage under the black shirt, his originally relaxed expression changed, and he asked anxiously:

"Are you really hurt?"

Wu Xie didn't have time to answer. The system prescribed local anesthesia for him when he cut out his leg. A medicine with a stabilizing component—he relied entirely on the body's resistance to the medicine to survive until now.

Now that Bai Ze escaped, he completely relaxed, he couldn't even hear what Yan Song was asking, he just felt drowsy.

...I always feel that he is very similar to the heroine in an idol drama who faints at every turn.

Accompanied by the anxious call of the person next to his ear, Wu Xie quickly fell asleep under the action of the medicine with his mind full of messy thoughts. When his consciousness stagnated, he seemed to hear someone crying.

who can that be?

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