Bandit report, always good

Tangyuer recalled Rong Xuyao's face, thinking about his details, and there seemed to be a dark shadow slowly emerging in his mind, no...not one, two...five...a group...who are they?Tangyuer was thinking blankly, those black shadows were getting more and more, completely occupying his mind, his eyes went dark, he fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Tangyao!" Qi Zhao was rubbing his wrist when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Tangyao falling to the ground like a stone, and couldn't help exclaiming.

"Why..." As soon as Yan Yan took a step, he saw Tang Yuer lying on the ground, ran over regardless of his demeanor, and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"

Qi Zhao helped Tangyuer up, and said in a daze, "I don't know, I just fainted all of a sudden, did the toxicity flare up again?"

Just as Yan Yan was about to tear off Tangyu'er's clothes, he remembered that he was outside, so he picked up Tangyuer and entered the house, and Qi Zhao hurriedly followed.

Yan Yan took off Tangyu'er's skirt, and couldn't help being taken aback, Qi Zhao also exclaimed: "Senior brother...this petal..." unexpectedly gave birth to seven pieces!But it was obviously three pieces before!Yan Yan suddenly understood what Shen Liuliu said that the petals were one after another.

Yan Yan's throat was dry, and his slender fingers unconsciously touched Tangyu'er's chest. He forced himself to calm down, but there were only seven petals, not twelve, so there was nothing to panic about.

It's just... Yan Yan noticed that the silver thread was on Tangtao's ribs. This time, four petals were opened. What about next time?Will it open five petals?Six petals?Isn't the candied taro finished?How can that be... He still owes him money!

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother!" Qi Zhao kept shouting.

Yan Yan turned his head sullenly, absent-mindedly said: "What are you doing?"

"I have something to report to you." Qi Zhao said cautiously: "That... Tangyuer said... he doesn't like you."

"He's probably blind." Yan Yan said calmly.

Qi Zhao suspected that he heard it wrong: "What?"

"It's pretty good." Yan Yan said expressionlessly, but his heart felt lost for no reason.

This year is too busy, Tangyu'er fainted for several days, Yan Yanyi took care of him in a puzzled way, Qi Zhao made a move, occasionally in a daze, and then thought about his own affairs.

Tangyuer's mind was in chaos, different figures appeared one after another, and then disappeared one after another, and finally there was a tall man standing condescendingly with the backlight, his face buried in the shadow, making it impossible to see his expression.

An emotionless and even indifferent voice sounded: "Strength, this is the only meaning of your life."

"You are just a weapon I made."

The scene changed suddenly, the dense fog covered the eyes, and it was hard to see where the road led. The tip of the nose could still smell the smell of damp soil and rotting vegetation, and the sound of beasts crawling in the mountains and forests could be caught in the ears. The hissing of beasts, the rustling of the claws of ferocious beasts passing over the grass, the squeak of the crawling monster's belly rubbing against the ground, the occasional low growls accompanied by the scrambling sounds, and the occasional cool wind watching all these with cold eyes.

There seemed to be sharp swords in the air, piercing into the lungs fiercely while inhaling, his throat tightened, cold sweat broke out suddenly, he couldn't help but want to back up, but his shoulders were imprisoned, and before he could react, he was completely Pushing the terrifying territory relentlessly, he couldn't help but exclaimed, and the frightening voice sounded again:

"Want to live?"

"Do you want to?"

"Then cut off their claws and feet..."

"Break their wings..."

"Open their bellies..."

In the darkness, scarlet eyes lurk deep in the forest. It is hard to tell whether they are human eyes or animals, or...those are simply monsters...he can only fight by instinct...fleeing...counterattack...wreckage everywhere...human limit Is that so?A heavy bloody smell permeated the air, attracting the living thing like a lure, and the beast looked at him from a distance out of fear.

He finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell face to the ground, his consciousness began to lose consciousness, he could feel the thing approaching, the smelly hot air sprayed on his neck, and his heart calmed down inexplicably.

Feeling that the sharp teeth are only a few feet away from his fragile neck, he can be freed in just a moment, but...

He raised his arm unexpectedly, and with all his strength stabbed the sleeve blade into the beast's throat. The beast screamed and began to struggle, and the blood gushing out splashed all over his face and covered his right eye. He quickly Turning over, he pressed the animal under his body desperately, and at the same time pushed the sleeve blade to the depths of the animal's neck, his veins bulged in one hand, and pressed hard on the animal's throat, his hands felt the blood gushing out, scorching hot ...sticky...disgusting...

His eyes were cracked, he couldn't tell whether it was cold sweat mixed with blood, or blood mixed with cold sweat, pattering down along the outline, his chest was heaving violently, he had no strength... really no strength... feeling When the beast gradually stopped moving, he swiped his right hand forward neatly, half of the beast's neck was broken, more violent blood gushed out from the broken neck, and the beast stopped moving completely.

He glanced indifferently at the dying animal, slowly stood up straight, and looked coldly at the eyes that were about to move around. The sleeve blade that had just cut his throat was shining coldly on his right wrist, and the remaining blood flowed down The blade dropped to the ground, drawing a line of ink in the dark night, perhaps because he was so hostile that no living thing dared to approach him.

He shook off the remaining blood on the sleeve blade, and continued walking forward with fluffy steps.

Between life and death, the comparison is speed, decision, and reaction, but...an animal is an animal after all.

The fishy smell in the air hadn't dissipated, and the blood from the fight was still on his hands. He walked forward aimlessly, but saw a group of people, a group of people wearing silver mountain ghost masks. He was just about to be on guard. , I saw the group of people kneeling respectfully towards him, as if waiting for the order to be assigned.

He saw that with a slight lift of his right hand, the group of people scattered in all directions, followed by continuous screams, women's cries...men's screams...babies' cries...the old man's gasping...no sound. With one exception, their voices are hopeless...painful...crashing...

He lowered his head in surprise, and saw that he was standing on a high ground, and there were corpses all over the ground. Those people wearing ghost masks easily killed the helpless people without any weapons. He twisted off those people's heads in a hurry, and he wanted to stop it, but he couldn't make any sound, and he could even hear a familiar voice that said without ups and downs: "Clean it up."

He felt terrified, it was his own voice, he raised his head again in disbelief, and saw an ordinary man rushing towards him with eyes full of resentment, just as he was about to back away, his arm raised involuntarily, and he easily grabbed the man There was only a click on the man's neck, and the man died. He threw the man off the high ground and continued to stare at everything indifferently.

He took a few steps back, this... this is a dream... but why is it so real... how could he kill so many people, he lowered his head in panic, and saw the mountain of corpses under his feet, those empty eyes staring at him, Resentment...grievance...unreconciled...

Why are you looking at him like that?

He doesn't want to either!

Don't want to?It doesn't matter whether you want it or not!

Why should he panic?He shouldn't panic!

To die is to die!

He killed these people, so what if he killed them!

If he was really innocent, why did he bring about such a murderous disaster!

Death is not a pity for a person who has no strength to restrain a chicken!

This almost cold-blooded feeling invaded his body, and at the same time he was familiar with it, he was actually relieved, there was a kind of relief that should have been so, he looked directly at those eyes that were dying without fear.

So what if you don't die with peace?It's just a group of dead people!

He walked slowly over those corpses, the ghost-masked man saw him coming, stood neatly, waited for him to approach, and nodded unanimously: "Young master!"

The hem of his dark blue clothes swayed unhurriedly as he walked, and it was smeared with spots of blood red. He held up the ghost mask on his face casually, rubbing his white fingertips off the mask and it became sticky. Thick blood, he casually wiped the blood on his hands, said lightly: "Burn."

The mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood behind him suddenly turned into a volcano, crackling and mingling with the smell of burnt flesh, sparks floating in the air, among the surging flames, the man in black wearing a mountain ghost mask seemed to crawl out of hell The evil spirits, and these flames gradually disappeared in his mind...

Tangyuer opened his eyes without warning, and felt that his right hand still had the sticky feeling in his dream, and he withdrew his hand in disgust.

Accompanied by the sound of the water being overturned, there was a low cry from the side, Tang Yu'er slowly raised his body, leaned against the wall, and stared at the two people in front of him.

Yan Yan was wiping Tang Yuer's hands, and the water basin was set aside, Tang Yuer suddenly knocked over the basin with his hand, and the water spilled all over the floor, including his clothes.

Yan Yan: "..." What's wrong with you?

Qi Zhao exclaimed in surprise: "Senior brother, Tangyuer has woken up."

"I know..." When Yan Yan looked at Tangyuer, his words stopped suddenly between his teeth. Tangyuer looked at her with cold and sharp eyes, and there was a murderous intent in the corner of his eyes.

Yan Yan had never seen Tangtao like this before, and was speechless for a moment.

Qi Zhao also noticed it, was taken aback, and stammered: "Tang...Tang Tangtao, why are you looking at us like this?"

Tangyuer was immersed in a gloomy and lonely mood. He seemed to be in a lonely wilderness, with impenetrable dark clouds hanging over his head. The surrounding environment was quiet and depressing. He could even hear his own breathing clearly. Clearly, he refused to be approached by anyone, and he refused to talk to anyone, just sat there coldly, looking at everything with a blank expression.

Suddenly, a warm feeling came from the top of his head, and his heart trembled, "Did you have a nightmare?" A concerned and puzzled voice came to his ears.

The iron-like dark clouds seemed to have been pushed away, and the thick dark clouds split open a few cracks that shone with golden light. From the cracks, a piece of sky light was lazily scattered, sweeping across his face without any scruples. As if being gently touched by someone, the throbbing and uneasiness in his heart suddenly stopped, Tang Yuer followed Yan Yan's arm and looked at him, and called out word by word: "Yan Yan."

Yan Yan heaved a sigh of relief, flicked his forehead gently, and said with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Qi Zhao also breathed a sigh of relief: "You just scared us!"

Tangyuer sat forward and recalled: "I seem to have had several nightmares."

"Oh?" Yan Yan said with a gentle smile, "Let's hear it."

Tang Yuer just wanted to open his mouth, but suddenly found that his mind was blank, and he frowned: "I can't remember."

"Then don't think about it." Yan Yan said: "Dreams are always reversed. You had a nightmare. Maybe something good is coming soon."

Qi Zhao yin and yang said strangely: "It's the first time I heard that dreams are reversed, but I can explain it this way..."

Yan Yan gave Qi Zhao a sideways look, and Qi Zhao shut up.

"It's not a dream." Tangyu'er said suddenly, "Although I can't remember clearly, I feel that those things happened for real."

"Then you faint again, have a good dream?" Yan Yan teased.

Tangyaoer: "..."

"Just say, don't think about it if you can't remember it, you said it was a nightmare, are you looking for guilt?" Yan Yan said.

"Qi Zhao." Tangyuer said.

Qi Zhao responded, and Tangyuer looked at him with dark eyes: "Where did Miss Rong go?"

"...Ah?" Qi Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily, "I don't know where he went, why are you asking me!"

Tang Yuer lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, Yan Yan held him down: "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to Banxian Pavilion." Tangyu'er pushed Yan Yan away and began to put on clothes.

Yan Yan was puzzled and said, "Look for Miss Rong? You heard me too, she's gone."

Tangyuer paused for a moment, then said slowly: "I... have to ask where she went, I'll go to Yun Sheng and ask."

Yan Yan was surprised: "Why are you looking for her?"

Qi Zhao didn't understand: "You...don't like him, right? Don't...don't...he is..."

"I know him!" Tangyu'er suddenly stopped her hand on the belt, turned around and said to Yan Yan and Qi Zhao with a little excitement.

Yan Yan and Qi Zhao were stunned for a moment, Tangyuer took a deep breath, calmed down, and said with some force, "I must have known her before."

Yan Yan: "..."

Qi Zhao swallowed hard: "You... you said that... he really asked me... a lot about you." Therefore, he came close to inquire about Tangtao'er, and he was also caught. Have you used it?Qi Zhao's heart turned cold, and he couldn't help sneering, no wonder, he walked so cleanly!

Tang Yu'er turned around and went out, Yan Yan called him and didn't stop, so he pulled Qi Zhao to go out, Qi Zhao broke free from him.

Yan Yan turned around strangely, one or two, what's the matter!

"You go." Qi Zhao said expressionlessly: "From now on, don't call me about Rong...him!"

Yan Yan stopped in worry: "You are..."

"I'll sleep for a while." Qi Zhao waved his hand, and walked into the house: "Go find Tangtao, he doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

Yan Yan hesitated: "You..."

"Go now." Qi Zhao forced a smile and said, "After a while, Tangyuer can't think about committing suicide anymore, you will regret it."

Yan Yan still didn't move, Qi Zhao disarmed and surrendered: "...Okay, I will tell you everything when you come back."

Only then did Yan Yan set off to leave: "That's what you said."