Come on, Master "General Attack"

Tsk, what a bad luck.

The middle-aged man scratched his messy hair and spat.

The others gathered around him apparently thought the same thing.

This is the side door of the royal palace, which is usually guarded by heavy soldiers, but it is rare that the king will open it once when he is in a good mood, and all the garbage thrown out is enough treasure for them to live for several years.

Only this time, what was thrown out was...

The crowd was driven away by the guards, but some people still focused on the boxcar.

It's a corpse.

More precisely, a lump of flesh covered in blood.

The fishy smell caused the crowd to disperse quickly, and the sound of retching was faintly heard.

That body was thrown outside the city, along with more bodies.

Judging from his stature, he was a young boy.

The mass graves were so dark that no one dared approach them except the servants who transported the corpses.

The lifeless body wasn't even buried, it was left there alone.

I don't know how long it took, the sun went down, and the bright sun turned into a dark moonlight.In the darkness, a pair of frightening green pupils flickered in the dark.

Those were wild wolves that smelled fishy, ​​and they gathered together, presumably they would devour the bones soon.

However, something weird happened.

The wound that should have solidified on the body that had never made a sound suddenly burst out blood.The color of the blood was a dark red that was almost black.

Heart, neck, limbs...

Creepy blood flowed gurglingly.

The wild wolf approached slowly, and dragged away all the corpses except that body, but left him alone.

It seemed that they knew that there was some poison left in this body.

Thick clouds covered the moonlight, and in the darkness, there was the sound of wind blowing leaves.

When the moon poked its head out again, the corpse had disappeared on the ground, leaving only an ominous pool of blood.

"Thank you, Lord, for the reward." The beggar bent his body, and picked up the copper coin thrown by the man at his feet.Noticing that the man's eyes were looking at a dark corner not far away, certain emotions flashed in the beggar's eyes, like fear, like disgust, and then silently retracted into the corner.

Sitting cross-legged next to him, another beggar who was wolfing down a dirty steamed bun spoke quickly.

"Quickly die."

Someone came to snatch his steamed buns, and he quickly stuffed the steamed buns into his mouth, yelling indistinctly, "Hey, over there, if you want to die, get out of here."

There was no reply.

In the dark corner of the street, curled up a blood-stained teenager.

If it weren't for the faint breathing sound, it would have looked like a corpse.

However, even though he was breathing, this boy didn't have the breath that a living person should have.It was as if he had just been salvaged from a pool of fresh blood, and he couldn't see anything but blood.

Opening his eyes slightly, those black pupils were as empty as glass beads, lifeless.

He glanced at the beggars not far away, and quickly closed his eyes again.

"Cough..." A suppressed cough came, and he curled up even tighter, with a hint of red from the corner of his mouth, which looked shocking.

Those beggars gathered together to discuss something.

After a while, an older beggar hobbled towards him.

The stick hit him.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the beggar grinned, and he waved to the others, showing a signal.

Those beggars gathered over, hurriedly tore off his clothes, and wrapped him with a worn tarpaulin instead.

They lifted him up and dropped him in the middle of the street.

He could no longer hear cursing, teasing, or mocking.

"roll."

These voices were interrupted by a clear word.

It was a young man in a blue robe, expressionless, standing some distance away from him, uttering this single sound.

The boy didn't look at him, even though he blocked his way.

That kind of supercilious arrogance became justifiable under the faint coercion of the young man.

His mind was groggy, and his consciousness was constantly struggling in the darkness of death.

The young man didn't mean to go around him, his expression was somewhat cold due to his lack of expression, which was incompatible with the plain clothes he was wearing at this time.

"Ah, damn it," came a chuckle, and another boy of similar age walked over, waving a fan, "How dare you block the way of our young master... a few deaths are not enough."

After closing the fan, he raised the corners of his mouth, but his tone was more like sarcasm.

"To shut up."

Long Yan still showed no expression, but there was a bit of impatience in his eyes.

Damn Qi Jun.

A cunning guy like a fox.

What about 'sincere alliance'...

Had to go to Zhu Liguo with a chatterbox, Long Yan's expression never cleared up.

"What did you just say?" Su Yuzhu's expression was very sincere, but his tone was obviously joking, "Sorry, I didn't hear clearly."

Long Yanli didn't even bother to pay attention to him, and finally turned his attention to the 'dirt' lying on the ground, and the killing intent flashed in his eyes.

- pat.

Feeling the coolness on his face, certain emotions flashed in Long Yan's eyes.

Transparent drops of water slid down his cheeks, followed by more drops of water falling from the sky.

"It's raining." Su Yuzhu stretched out his hand, and the water droplets rushed to land on his hand.

It was originally cloudless weather, and suddenly it began to rain.

It was like... the sky was crying.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Su Yuzhu raised his sleeve to cover it, and just about to taunt a few words, he saw Long Yan bent down unexpectedly.

The dirt that they didn't look at just now seemed to be awakened by the raindrops on their bodies.Slowly moving his body, then opened his eyes, and used all his strength to prop up his body.

Washed by the rain, the body faded away the terrifying bloodstain, and the white skin was revealed.

The tarpaulin was wet and stuck to the body, the long black hair returned to its original softness, the handsome face was bloodless, and the half-closed black pupils were out of focus.

Long Yan picked up that body, it was so light that it seemed weightless.

The scene at this time reminded him of the first meeting with the boy.

Long Yan's movements were a little stiff, obviously a little uncomfortable with his actions at this time, but he still didn't let go.

Following Long Yan's gaze, Su Yuzhu looked at the dying face in his arms, couldn't help but slightly opened his eyes, and blurted out a name, "Wen Mo!"

The author has something to say:

Wei Zonggong (mouth pursed): Wen Mo?It’s called affectionate~ There’s also a princess hug, huh, huh, it’s amazing to have a back-up team~ isn’t it~

Bai Wenmo (surprise): Are you jealous?

Long Yan (snorting): Stupid.

Author: Next chapter~ Does Minna-san want to continue sexting Xiaobai~ Or come to make fun of this world~ Uh huh~ It's so sour~ Please add to favorites~ Please leave a message~ Meh~