Sad Li

Of course Han Jin didn't die.They arrived in Jiangling three or four days later, during which time he was very unwell, sometimes swaying on horseback, trying not to pay attention to the puddle in his body.The cold is still very cold, Tiangong has not seen a good face for a few days.He could barely eat, but was too shy to live on alcohol.But he wasn't dead yet either.

He really looked at Meng Fanghui, and his desire to survive became very strong.

His desires are the same as those of any mortal; power, wealth, lover.Unlike ordinary people, ordinary people can only think about it, but he can basically achieve it.As for the price that was several times that of ordinary people, that was insignificant to him.He is so focused on himself that he lacks the interest in dominating others, instead he often closes his eyes and is dominated by others.And the things he got easily bored him. Four months ago, he lost all his belongings in a casino in the capital overnight.

As Meng Fanghui is a completely different target from the previous ones, it is conceivable that it is very difficult.It was the feeling of challenge that made his blood boil, and he was eager to try, and he had the illusion of going back.

Of course, for Meng Fang to come back, this is a bit of revenge.He and Han Jin had been bothered, and there had been no news for several years, but his temperament was always easy-going, and he responded to all changes with the same, thinking on the bright side.Moreover, he knew Han Jin's temper very well, and he was not reserved at all. The communication was based on advice and kindness. He would not say anything more, and believed in the teachings of Confucius.But Han Jin suddenly wanted to gnaw the grass by the side of the nest, and it was difficult for Meng Fanghui to excuse him.What's even more troublesome is that the two of them used to hook up shoulder to shoulder, but now they have to guard against the occasional touch.The two entered the inn one by one, and went up to the second floor, carefully keeping a distance of seven feet.Meng Fang said to the waiter, "Please serve me some tea first."

Han Jin held his breath and concentrated on the tea, but it was of no use. He only felt that Meng Fang's white wrist was shining brightly on his eyes.He made up his mind and chose a corner far away from Meng Fang to sit down. If it wasn't for the quietness of the store, he would have to shout when he spoke.Meng Fang frowned: "What are you doing sitting so far away?"

Han Jin lowered his voice and said truthfully, "Because once I get close to you now, I can't help but miss you."

Meng Fang's eyelids twitched a few times, and she was a little sad and angry when she opened her mouth again. "You weren't like this before."

Han Jin said: "Nonsense, the past was the past, and the present is the present." He couldn't help getting up, and wandered from far to near to Meng Fanghui. Meng Fanghui looked up at him, resting her left hand on the table, with a serious look on her face. Want nothing.Han Jin suddenly realized that it was too late to talk about the matter now. Anyway, he had no image to maintain, so he simply took the risk: "Seriously, Xiaomeng, don't you really want to try with me? I promise it will be very cool... …Quick. If you don’t say anything else, you have to trust me with this. Maybe you will like it once you try it, and you can’t stop! Try it and you won’t lose a piece of meat. If you really don’t like it, then let’s talk..."

Meng Fang turned her eyelids back and twitched a few more times, this time not only the corners of her eyes, but also the corners of her mouth were twitching slightly, trying to squeeze out a few words. "If it wasn't you who told me this today..."

After hearing the first half of his sentence, Han Jin knew the second half, so he quickly continued for him. "I will definitely be hacked to death by your sword."

"It may not necessarily die..."

"But it's not someone else who is talking to you, but me." Han Jin knows everything, he knows everything, his mind is active, and he goes straight to the point. "Xiao Meng, don't you think this means..."

"What does it mean? I won't kill you, because I can't kill you." Meng Fang interrupted him. "You know that since I can't kill you, I won't really walk away, so do you have to say such things to me, Han Jin?"

His eye circles were a little red.Han Jin panicked, didn't have time to think about it, and immediately pointed to Tianhua and said that although he made a disrespectful request, he definitely didn't mean any disrespect. Fang Hui.Meng Fanghui may not understand it, but Meng Fanghui will not make things difficult for him after all.The bitterness that suddenly flooded my chest just now has been suppressed, and in retrospect, it might be a bit of a fuss, so Meng Fanghui could only smile disapprovingly.

"You only saw me for novelty." He returned to his old lady's earnest and seductive manner, and Han Jin's head was as big as a bucket when he heard it. "It may not be right to say that? Because we are not new at all. I don't care if you make a mistake, anyway, I dare not accompany you on a whim."

Han Jin chewed on the last meaning, suddenly came to his senses, and slapped the table, feeling that he was smarter than ever before. "Xiao Meng! Are you scared?"

Meng Fang looked back at him, really disheartened. "What am I afraid of? Afraid that your overlord will take the bow?"

"I'm not that kind of person!" Han Jin groaned, he has always paid attention to your love and my wish when he lingers in the flowers, but as far as his recent performance is concerned, this bottom line is not very strict. "Xiao Meng, do you know what I'm thinking now? I want to show you my heart."

"You know what I'm thinking right now? I want to throw you out the window."

"Alright then." Han Jin laughed. "Xiao Meng, you will regret it!"

He really pushed open the window and jumped down. The only table next to him and the waiters were stunned. Thinking that this person was sick, they flocked to the window to look down.Only Meng Fanghui was still sitting there, feeling that the tea was miserable.

In fact, Han Jin was also miserable, he jumped away coolly, and found that he couldn't breathe in mid-air, and secretly screamed that something was wrong.Fortunately, the second floor is not as high as the tree height in Xiaoxiang last time. After falling to the ground, I rolled a few times, got up reluctantly in the dark night, and immediately dodged into the corner of the alley next to the store to avoid being watched by people.He calmed down for a while, and suddenly remembered what Meng Fang said: "You should find a woman."

What Ren Hanjin said was hype, Meng Fang only thought that he was the wrong person to vent.In view of Han Jin's numerous criminal records, this advice must not be called ironic.

He looked up.A richly decorated carriage was slowly passing in front of him. The white horse's pace was broken and even, with a silver bell hanging around its neck.A fragrance emanated from the tightly covered silk curtain.

Han Jin twitched the corner of his mouth subconsciously.The shadows of the people inside the curtain swayed repeatedly on the silk curtain like a stream of water, giving the eyes a cool touch.

Cars and people have disappeared.On the street trodden by horseshoes, there is a lone marigold silver stand.

Han Jin stepped forward to pick up the remaining flowers, feeling like he had done this a hundred times.

The room was very warm.The whole small building was dark and warm, and the scent was not incense, but a somewhat dull floral scent, just like the one in Han Jin's hand, just not overwhelming.The curtain had already been opened, and it was lowered silently the moment he walked in.

The screen is just to get around.A woman is sitting on the bed.

For a moment, Han Jin wasn't sure if this was a woman, because she had a 13-year-old face.Her cheeks were full and round, her eyes were dark and her lips were bright red, almost childlike.The limbs under her clothes are also like a child, with rich skin but strong and small skeleton.

However, her eyes are the kind of eyes that only slutty children have, extremely seductive and extremely pure eyes.When a man encounters this kind of gaze, even if he thinks he is a handsome man, he will inevitably act like a moth.Han Jin looked at it and sighed in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring a gift." He said, he didn't move forward very politely, but sat down at the round table, as if he wanted to appreciate this beauty with the light of the goose foot lamp.

The woman looked at him curiously. "Who are you?" she asked.

"Han Jin." Han Jin said. "and who are you?"

"I am a princess."

Han Jin smiled, walked to the bed, and knelt down on one knee. "The grass people have seen the princess," he said.

A strange eagerness came into the Princess's face; she leaned forward as if to pull him up.But Han Jin avoided her tender little hand.The princess looked at him suspiciously.That kind of unbelievably hurt doubt is more deadly than the wavering hope before.

"I have met all kinds of people." Han Jin said, he had already retreated to his original position. "But I haven't met a princess yet."

"Don't you dare?" said the princess arrogantly.

Han Jin shook his head. "I just think this opportunity is rare." He said sincerely. "Compared with things that I will do in a while and have done many times, I want to know more about other aspects. For example... What did the princess eat when she was a child? Do you eat porridge and pickles in the morning like us ordinary people? ? Is the palace and palace where I live a thousand times the size of this house? How many clothes do I need to change in a day, and do I need to walk on the ground by myself?"

The princess looked at him, her childlike eyes wide open.She put her hands on her knees, and she looked very cute like that.After a while, her gaze slowly lowered, lost in memory.

"We don't have breakfast," she said slowly. "Riyan eats the first meal. It's always bitter. The palace is made of stone, very tall, very big, and very cold. At sunset, there are many crows. No one helps me walk, only my mother taught me how to read. .”

She suddenly kicked her left foot lightly, and an embroidered shoe fell to the ground.Without socks, the exposed slender ankles seem to be specially made for the hot mouth of a tiger.Han Jin really couldn't remain indifferent, he was desperate and knelt down in front of her again, picked up the embroidered shoe, and wanted to put it on for her.

The princess grabbed his sleeve.Han Jin only felt dizzy, and instantly found that she was already lying under him, holding his clothes with one hand, which made him out of breath.Her eyes were closed, and her childish face could easily trigger a perverted sexual desire.He had this evaluative thought a few times today, pretending he wasn't the person involved.

"Do you like being a princess?" He said out of breath, resting his hands on her loose sideburns to prevent himself from being completely on top of her. "Do you like the past...or the present?"

"Now." The princess said irritably, unable to feel the envelope of his breath, she let go of her hand, her palm was hot, and her cold fingertips stroked his Adam's apple. "Now...it's warm...flowers...and men..."

She suddenly opened her eyes, and the pressure on her body completely disappeared.Han Jin sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her, tidying up the messy hem of his clothes.

"The princess doesn't need to do such a thing." He said kindly, and stood up, as if he couldn't feel the bloody eyes behind him.

He had left his original position, and what the dagger pierced was only an afterimage left in his vision.Even though he continued to move forward without a pause, it was Han Jin's chest that turned around at some point.

Han Jin pinched the blade of the dagger with his fingers.The princess wanted to pull it back subconsciously, but found that the indestructible blade seemed to have been cast in his hand, and even began to twist.There was a sudden unbearable coldness from her bare feet on the floor.

"The princess doesn't have to do such a thing."

The princess glared at him.Her eyes are very big, black is black and white, and this kind of stare gives people a sense of horror, as if she is not a real person, but a beautiful lifeless doll made of hard materials.Han Jin let go of his hand as if bewitched.

"The demon princess on Wanchong Ridge... are you here to avenge your father?"

He hadn't dreamed of Wan Chongling for a long time.The cold and long stone palace and the frightened crows, the two rows of red candles that extend inward endlessly, but the heat and brightness are unbearable, struggling not to be annihilated in the darkness.It wasn't the first time that the sword was stained with blood, but in front of Yuchilian, it couldn't be regarded as an insignificant description.

He was like an alien who fell from the sky, had no father, no mother, no name, no surname, no burden, no experience, no memory to disturb.There is no retreat, and no fear.Of course, he is not really unreal, he just landed on the top of the iceberg inexplicably on the sea. If he died here, no one would ever care about the long and suffocating climb he went through.

He has a sword.This is enough!

He has no sword now.The princess did have a dagger in her hand.Every movement of her is extremely precise, even a killer who has been trained for the purpose of killing since childhood will not have the kind of precision that seems to be controlled.Abandoning all unnecessary angles, strength, and temptations, the blade that sank into his chest was not even an inch longer than necessary.However, none of this could move him; all he could clearly see was Wan Chongling, who was lost and lost again, and Yu Chilian fell under his sword.

"If your father knew about it, he wouldn't want you to take revenge."

Han Jin jumped out of the window again.

It's not that he has come to love the feeling of being off the beaten path.It's just that experience has taught him that at this moment, this road may ensure that he encounters the least danger, namely: four killers.

Of course, these are very good killers, already the highest level he can meet among his peers, and he can almost infer their annual income just by looking at them.As for the princess, of course, they are completely different from them.

She is a weapon that can only be used once, a gunpowder that can only be fired once, crashing in a certain destined heart may be the whole meaning of her life.

This thought made Han Jin feel very uncomfortable. After killing four people and running for several miles, this discomfort exceeded the limit he could bear.He squatted by the ditch and began to vomit non-stop, vomiting a mixture of blood and other unknown ingredients in mouthfuls, as if he wanted to vomit out all his internal organs.

Finally he finished vomiting, feeling his mouth was full of stench.He stood up unsteadily, threw the deformed dagger into the ditch, and wanted to rinse his mouth.Jiangling was relatively prosperous, and there were many houses that shone with soft light, but he didn't have the strength to talk to people at all.He staggered through the dark and dimly lit street market, stepped on those puddles with a thin layer of ice indiscriminately, and the feeling of the wet trousers clinging to his legs was crushing.And the smell of blood and gunpowder.That was probably just his hallucination.He successfully returned to the inn, and it took some effort to convince the shopkeeper that he was not a madman begging for food.

Sure enough, Meng Fanghui was still waiting for him there.That posture was exactly the same as when Han Jin jumped down, as if Han Jin had only gone out for less than a quarter of an hour.He frowned when he saw Han Jin.

"You killed someone," he said.

A surge of anger welled up in Han Jin's chest.He really wanted to beat Meng Fanghui right away, but he became dizzy when he first thought about it, and his weak knees could barely stand upright, with one hand still holding on to the table.

"I don't kill people, should I wait for someone to kill me?"

Meng Fang looked at him sadly.

"That's not what I meant," he said. "I killed someone too."

Only then did Han Jin see the blade of the sword next to him.Youth is still spotless and clean.The walls are clean, the floor is clean, everything is clean.Maybe this wasn't the scene of the incident at all.But when he walked in, why didn't he notice it?

This harmless doubt only stopped in his heart for a moment.Not enough to gather his lost consciousness; he didn't really want to know why.