Pick up a dead man and bring him back

early morning.

Shiba opened his cold eyes and looked at me suspiciously. After seeing who it was, he obviously softened and called out: "Ming'er..."

After not sleeping all night, I was obviously relieved and recovered.

Can clearly call my name.

"You're fine." I sighed.

"What could happen?" Shiba asked me suspiciously, "Or do you want something to happen to me?"

"..." You must have eaten gunpowder!

"I'm kidding you, is Ming'er angry?" Shiba even had the same weather, his face suddenly changed from cloudy to clear, and his face changed really amazing.

Shiba kissed my lips, stood up and said, "I'll wash it off first."

"You... what happened last night?" I asked hesitantly.

The reason for my hesitation is because Shiba woke up, and every word he said didn't mention what happened last night. I took it for granted that the other party didn't want to mention it.

But I urgently want to know the reason, because I intuitively feel that things are likely to endanger his life.

This kind of thing is not allowed by me.

Shiba frowned suspiciously and said, "What happened last night?"

"……do not you remember?"

Shiba shook his head, "I just remember that when I came back to the base camp, I saw you when I woke up."

That sounded—very strange.

I couldn't help but frowned, "Don't you find it strange that you have blood on your body?"

"As long as you practice killing, there will be blood. Maybe you killed someone else when you returned to the camp." Shiba said coldly, his tone was indifferent, as if it was a fairly common thing.

Instead I was silent.

I am not very familiar with the living environment and educational environment of the deceased, but thinking about their style and their age, it must be cruel that ordinary people can't imagine.

After all, it's just that I'm not qualified to comment on his behavior.

Shiba touched my cheek again, the touch was very rough, seeing that I had recovered, he said, "What are you thinking?"

I tilted my head and said, "Have you ever forgotten something like this before?"

Shiba paused, and seemed to be very reluctant to say, "Yes."

Thinking about his usual appearance, he doesn't look like a person suffering from amnesia, so it is very likely that he is mentally ill, and he will be like this when he is stimulated, and he chooses to forget temporarily.

But... just killing someone—how could such a thing that eighteen people are accustomed to cause such a big blow?

I really can't figure it out.

"Don't worry about me." Shiba suddenly smiled, "You look weak when you frown."

I fuck...

Is this a good intention to treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs?

"When I am willing..." If it is not for fear of accidents for you, who would want to think about it.

And it's something that I have a hard time getting my hands on.

Shiba's brows were still cold, with a slight pleasure, he held my face with his warm hands, and pressed his forehead against mine: "If possible, I will accompany you for the rest of my life, I just hope you are safe and worry-free , be happy and free, and use my whole life to protect you, as long as you live well."

The affectionate words were spoken calmly in a shallow and soft tone.

I was stunned for a moment...

She smiled quickly, "Eighteen, I love you."

After exchanging a shallow kiss, Shiba said, "Me too."

"So, Ming'er, don't worry." At the end of eighteenth, he said again as if he was worried about me.

"Yeah!" I nodded.

Maybe I should believe eighteen.

After the [-]th was done, I changed into clean clothes, tidied up the wound at the same time, and had dinner with me, and I went to the terraced fields as usual.

The waist is still a little weak.

But it doesn't prevent me from standing and walking.

Both Shiba and Shan Si followed me. I only said that Shan Si was ordered by Shan Cunzhi, and Shiba had nothing to do, so I pulled them together.

"Xiao Si, let me ask you something." I secretly pulled Shan Si aside and whispered, "What do you particularly hate about Shiba?"

"Ah?" Shan Si had a smirk on his face, pretending to be surprised and said: "What's the matter, you want to please your sweetheart so quickly?"

I kicked Shan Si and cursed: "Shit! Say it!"

Shan Si pondered for a while, and asked, "Did something happen to Shiba?"

"how do you know"

"If it wasn't for something abnormal, why would you ask me like this." Shan Si looked clear.

In a word, it vaguely reflects that Shan Si hinted to me that he understands my character - if something happens to Shiba, I will not inquire about anything about him at all. I am used to respecting other people's privacy.

I glanced at Shan Si quietly, and hid my guard in a deeper place.

Shan Si is a man who can read people's hearts too clearly.

Suddenly it occurred to me that when he rescued me, he made a plan, and it must have been concluded that this would be the result. He knew his master well, so he planned a strategy.

But it's a pity that he is just an interrogator among the dead of the Shan family.

"Eighteen came back last night covered in blood, but when he woke up the next day, he couldn't remember what he had done." I narrated as calmly as possible.

"The eighteenth meeting often loses memory for a period of time, what's wrong? He won't fight you for [-] rounds yesterday and forget about it as soon as he wakes up?" Shan Si stroked his chin, as if he had figured it out. Generally, "Otherwise, why do you look like your parents are dead?"

I helplessly looked not far away, Shiba dozed on the tree—quickly drag Shan Si away and shoot him!

Finally, I talked nonsense with Shan Si until "off work", that is, when it was dark, I suddenly heard everywhere: "It's flooded! The sound of flooded."

The three of them looked at the sky, and sure enough, there was a spot of fiery red inlaid in the evening sky. Going up a little bit, thick black smoke was everywhere, covering half of the sky.

It seems that this fire is not small!

Shan Si said: "No, it's Nanfeng Pavilion that caught fire!"

Then he said to Shiba: "You send him back first, and I will go to fight the fire first!"

Following the sound, the person quickly disappeared.

"What is Nanfeng Pavilion?" Judging from Shan Si's reaction, it should be a very important place.

"I can't tell."

That's the important part, I quickly gave myself the answer.

The two had just walked to the yard when Shiba suddenly pushed me aside, and I felt something sticking to my neck, and with a "swish", it fell into the soil.

"Jun Ming. I'll take you away!"

... This voice——is Dou Su!

I looked at the source of the voice in surprise, it was indeed Dou Su!

What did he come to see me for?

Didn't you want him to go?

"No!" The warm voice whispered indifferently, showing that the master is in a very bad mood right now.

I looked at Shiba and stiffened the side face, I just felt cold all over my body.

I've never seen him so cold.

In a blink of an eye, Shiba greeted Dou Su, the two of them seemed to have the same kung fu, they both rushed forward quickly, and then separated quickly.

After dozens of rounds, Dou Su was obviously out of strength, and was slapped with eighteen palms until he vomited blood.

But he quickly jumped up, swept back a distance of more than ten feet, glanced at me quickly, turned around and ran towards the direction of the fire.

Only then did I realize that what he was wearing was no longer the original black clothes, but the very common servant clothes of the Shan family.

Shiba reacted quickly and caught up.

The last two chased and disappeared from my field of vision.