The multiple lives of the actor

It was midnight, and all the lights were turned off.

In the silence of everything, a drop of blood fell, and the cold color intertwined with moonlight fell on the long alley with bluestone slabs.

"Snapped--"

A drop of blood becomes a gorgeous flower.

The figure in the intricate alleys illuminated by the moonlight was a young man with dirty clothes and bandaged arms still dripping with blood.

His appearance is extremely handsome, there is no trace of gentleness and beauty like a sword and snow, and every stroke is lingering and daunting.However, this is indeed an appearance that has made countless men and women heartbroken, and what is even more heartbreaking is the look in his eyes.

Even though he was in such a dangerous situation, he was still confident and calm.It seems that all crises are but the dust under our feet, which will be scattered with a step.

Wan Xian's eyes were dark, and this kind of thing happened when he set foot on the way to Wan's house after returning from abroad.Although the crisis is over at this moment, if you easily forgive those ants because of your own safety, it's really... uncomfortable.

Naturally, the blood he shed should be paid for by the lives of those ants.

Just who is the mastermind?

Qin Chuan?Xia Zhiyan?Fang Hua?Choose Zhou?Yu Yue?No, it won't be them, it's just that the heirs don't have the guts to go around their parents and elders to murder him.

Pu Qingxuan?Impossible, that guy is completely addicted somewhere.

Those from the Lin family, the Li family, and the Zhao family?Haha, I'm afraid I'm powerless.

A person who wants to murder another person is nothing more than fame, fortune, status, honor and wealth.

One person can murder another person, but it is much more complicated, time, place...Every place needs to be considered repeatedly to ensure the implementation.

There are not many people who know when he will arrive and take that road, let alone those who dare to murder themselves.Wu Xian hooked the corners of her lips, thinking that only one person fits the bill.

There was a contemptuous look in his eyes.

Could it be that he thought everything would be his after he died?What a... extremely stupid father.

Wu Xian's body swayed, but he immediately stabilized him, and it was really hard to bear the sleepless days.

He pursed his pale lips and thought about whether he should find someone to stay here for the night. At this time, the night wind brought a light scent of flowers, which was an unforgettable taste.

——My favorite flower is Ji Wang.

——Although it is called Ji Wang, it is not the case at all. The ultimate love and the ultimate nostalgia are the meanings that Ji Wang symbolizes.

——But Ji Wang is a hard-to-find flower, not only because it is a rare flower in the mountains and forests, but also because its shape is so ordinary that no one will notice it except when the flower is in bloom.And the flowering period is too short, but it will thank you in one day.

The woman in the memory said with a smile that the hard-to-find pure-color flowers swayed around her to the sky.

……Mother.

Wan Xian, who was caught up in memories, subconsciously walked towards Huaxiang, the closer she was, the more memories she had.

The final picture stays on the woman's pale and cold face.

With her eyes closed, her always delicate and rosy face turned into the color of white paper and fallen leaves.

mother.

The string that Wu Xian had been stretching was finally loosened, and he fell asleep beside the pure-colored flowers.

The next day, early in the morning.

When Yan Sheng woke up, Yan Yu and Mao Tuan were sleeping soundly in the small bed next to them. Mao Tuan huddled into a white ball and made a small snoring sound, and the little girl slept in a small floral dress raised high, even revealing strawberries and apples on her chest. Little shorts.

Yan Sheng snorted, and quickly turned his face to read silently:

See no evil, see no evil, see no evil.

After three times, Yan Sheng picked up the quilt that was kicked off the bed and covered the little girl tightly.

Yan Sheng had a serious and preaching face: "Little girl, everyone should pay attention, you must know that everyone is a lolicon nowadays."

Yan Yu, whose face was covered up: "Hoo hoo..."

Yan Sheng shook his head helplessly, and he sighed: "Young children can't be taught."

A pedantic manner.

at the same time.

Wan Xian, who had slept in the yard all night, sat up with his hands and looked around: the yard was full of flowers and plants, and there was actually a carp pond.

Wu Xian: Where is this?

At the same time, Pu Qingxuan at the entrance of the alley stretched out his head to look at the two-story building from a distance, and then immediately shrank back.

I really want to go...but will this uninvited make my lord unhappy?But it’s not good if you don’t go, right?

Pu Qingxuan struggled for a while, and finally made a fist and decided to say good morning to my lord.Step by step, he walked nervously towards the yard——

Wu Xian got up and looked at the window, he said in a voice: "Excuse me, is anyone there?" Caressing the flowers and leaves, there was a smile in Wu Xian's eyes: I forgot that it was his mother's favorite flower, so he naturally took it. Come.

in silence.

On the second floor, a window was pushed open.

Yan Sheng opened the window and saw the man standing beside the flowers, his appearance was extraordinary.

It was the face Yan Sheng had seen on TV and newspapers.

Wan envy?

Isn't it missing, unknown, life and death?Why did this person come to him?

Yan Sheng bowed his head and smiled gently and politely: "Good morning." The smile was light but also very...pretty.

The words that Wu Xian was about to utter stopped in his throat.

Just at this moment, another person's voice came from the door, it was a somewhat strange timbre between men and women.

"My lord."

The voice of the young man with long blond hair was a little trembling, and he saluted respectfully and cautiously.There is nothing else in his eyes except the young man in front of the window.

Until a voice: "Pu Qingxuan?"

That voice was all too familiar——

Pu Qingxuan's blue eyes suddenly deepened, he turned his head and looked over, and said in a low voice from between his lips and teeth: "Wu Xian."

"Why are you here?"

There is still blood on Wan Xian's face, and his clothes are torn in many places.However, his expression was like a king who was so high above the sky: "Why are you here?"

Pu Qingxuan didn't answer.

Wu Xian raised his eyebrows, and smiled, "I heard that a few months ago, you and the young masters of the Qin family were jealous of each other in my Wu family's territory?"

Pu Qingxuan's slender fingers bent slightly, he looked up to feel the rare winter sunshine, and looked at the flowers and plants in the yard, and the eyes that finally fell on Yan Sheng's body were extremely gentle: ah... the mood of my lord in such a good weather How can I be bothered?

Wu Xian followed his gaze to look at Yan Sheng, the young man in front of the window was indeed unparalleled in appearance, even he couldn't help being amazed by it: "Could it be because of this?"

Anger and cold killing intent rose in Pu Qingxuan's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and he finally said, "Stay away from my lord."

"My lord?"

Wu Xian gasped in surprise, he looked Pu Qingxuan up and down as if he was meeting Pu Qingxuan for the first time.A little bit, there was a taste of pity in his eyes: "Pu Qingxuan, you actually have a weakness."

"If you have a weakness, you will no longer be the lunatic that everyone fears, as long as you pinch your weakness..." Wu Xian smiled meaningfully: "Your father, your mother, and your family will all change in an instant. For your enemies."

Pu Qingxuan's eyes were gloomy.

Wu Xian straightened his cuffs and said leisurely: "What do you think about this? 'Weakness'."

Weakness?

sorry what are you talking about

Yan Sheng, who was completely confused, blinked, he understood every word the other party said, but he didn't understand how to combine them together?

... Yan Sheng cupped his hands and bowed: "You talk, I still have something to do, see you later."

"Pa—" The window was closed.

Wu Xian was taken aback for a moment and then smiled. He shook his head while laughing: "Pu Qingxuan, you are really pitiful."

"Born to be filthy, with few relatives, and now being so despised."

Since my lord is not there, there is nothing to take care of.Pu Qingxuan sneered: "It seems that you are not pitiful." He stretched out his hand to play with the end of the golden hair. Ever since he discovered that Yan Sheng paid special attention to his hair, Pu Qingxuan also sincerely fell in love with the hair that he had always ignored: "Being loved by the original Isn't it uncomfortable that your father is afraid of being assassinated? Isn't it uncomfortable to watch your mother die in front of you but can't do anything?"

Like a hidden sword suddenly showing a bit of coldness, the gloomy twilight covered Wu's envious eyebrows.

Pu Qingxuan lowered her head and most of her long golden hair fell on her chest: "No, no, you are more pitiful than me, because." He bent his blue eyes: "I don't care at all, but you are engraved in my bones."

"Will you be awakened by a rotting wound in the silence of the night?"

The gloom between Wu Xian's brows has long since disappeared, and he is still the one in power who stands tall and proud of everything: "People from the Pu family don't care about their 'weakness'?"

Pu Qingxuan's eyes were fixed. He stared at Wuxian and said in a low voice: "If you dare to hurt my lord, I will make you pay it back with your life. Even if you destroy Pu's family and everything else, you will be able to do it wherever you are." No hesitation."

"Sure enough, once a person has a weakness, he becomes an ant that can be manipulated at will." Wu Xian shook his head and sighed, and he smiled coldly: "If you don't want me here, ask someone to take me back to Wu's house."

Naturally, he was aloof, and he was testing to see if this weakness was enough to make Pu Qingxuan retreat.

With Wu Xian's temptation, Pu Qingxuan knew that if it was someone else, even if the whole world was stacked together, he would not take a step back.Because he himself is a lawless lunatic, but this time it is Yan Sheng.

So he retreated willingly.

"The car is outside the alley and someone will drive you back."

This is the first time Pu Qingxuan has regressed.Wan Xian's smile deepened, and he took a deep look at the window on the second floor before stepping out.

It really is a good weight.

Seeing a field of pure-color flowers from the corner of the eye, Wu Xian's footsteps paused, and he could come here more in the future even just for these pure-color flowers.

Even though Yan Sheng couldn't see it, he still cherished it with extreme tenderness, and Pu Qingxuan's face turned cold when he went out to salute and say goodbye.

No one could see the panic in Pu Qingxuan's eyes, Pu Qingxuan was afraid that those schemes would fall on Yan Sheng and he would be helpless, Pu Qingxuan's fingers trembled a little.

He looked sideways at the bodyguards guarding the side: "You will stay here from now on, and you are not allowed to get close to my lord, but even less is my lord allowed to make any mistakes."

Not being allowed to get close is not because of his dispensable possessiveness, but because the god in his heart doesn't like being watched all the time.

"Yes!"

Several people immediately responded respectfully.

Pu Qingxuan felt a little satisfied, he smiled and gave "advice" to several people: "Don't let me down, you should know that I never believe in 'the family is not as bad as it is'."

The pale and bloodless face, the white teeth, and the gentle and bright smile made several people shudder.

"Yes Yes!"

Pu Qingxuan was satisfied.

But at this time, Yan Sheng, who had heard Pu Qingxuan's conversation enviously, had complicated eyes. He never thought that Pu Qingxuan really regarded him as a close friend.

Yan Sheng sighed, and reflected on himself: "Everything in the world is changing, so we really can't look at it from a conventional perspective."

The author has something to say:

Pfft, if I don't want to write about shou at all, let my son su all over the world.