Once upon a time there was a poor little girl [Quick Transmigration]

"Is he... nice to you?"

"Okay." Chu Yang smiled, "Of course."

The dead branches in the dark alley were mottled, a gust of wind blew by, and the long sword that fell on the ground made a faint clang, and the clear and bright sword body that was carefully wiped reflected the slightly softened eyebrows and eyes of the handsome young man.

The body was tense, and Shang Yun's heart was stung for a moment by the gentleness naturally revealed between Chu Yang's brows and eyes.

He wanted to say, since it is best for you to live well, the hatred of the Chu family's extermination can be entrusted to him alone.But when the words came to his mouth, his voice was stuck, as if there was a fishbone in his throat.

It is a pain like a stick in the throat, unable to swallow or take it out, the pain is unbearable, life is better than death.

"Who is he?" With bitterness in his mouth, Shang Yun finally found his voice.

"You don't need to know." Chu Yang said softly.

Everything is unnecessary, isn't it?

"No need?" Shang Yun smiled wryly, but his full throat was rolling violently, and the opening in his neck flowed out drop by drop from the gap, dripping on the silver white sword under his feet, "No, Xiao Yang, you should let it go." I know who he is." As I used to be your older brother, even closer.

Tell me, give me an understanding, give me a reason why you can give me up without hesitation.

In the man's eyes were inherent attachment and indistinguishable emotions. Chu Yang looked at Shang Yun, and the panic in his heart that he had been trying his best to restrain seemed to erupt at any time.

Taking a step back, Chu Yang avoided Shang Yun's eyes, "Don't ask."

"Don't ask, you told me not to ask..." Shang Yun repeated in a low voice, and there seemed to be a low laugh in his throat.

There is endless desolation and sadness in the laughter.

The massacre of the Chu family three years ago made him feel so miserable that nearly a hundred people from the Chu family lost their lives in that unknown massacre.

Master, master's wife, and his junior brother who was loved and cared for at the top of his heart...these three people who were once the most important in his life were all gone in one fell swoop.

Later, he frantically searched, searched, even if he could only find the last imprint they left in the world...

But no, nothing.

No body, no bones, no clothes.

Shang Yun once thought that there is nothing more sad than death, but at that time.

And three years later, the little junior whom he once loved and loved miraculously appeared in front of him... The warm body is still warm, and the familiar features are more delicate than those in the past three years. of……

living people.

——Not just in his dream, the dream where no matter how hard he tried, he could never catch a piece of the boy's sleeve.

His little junior brother is still alive, and this knowledge made him feel a warm energy rising from his chest, as if fresh flesh had grown from a necrotic place, it was vitality, and it belonged to him.

but……

It was this vitality that belonged to him, but at this time, the young man standing in front of him mercilessly waved his hands and cut it into pieces full of holes.

The breathing gradually became heavy, and Shang Yun was panting violently, his black pupils almost filled with prayer, "Chu Yang..."

Hearing Shang Yun's voice, Chu Yang's heart trembled, and his whole heart seemed to be tightly grasped.

Turning back secretly, Chu Yang saw that the wound on Shang Yun's neck had congealed a thin layer of blood scab at some point, and no more blood flowed out.

Unable to bear it in his heart, his eyes were sore, Chu Yang said slowly, "The son of the Chu family died in a mass grave three years ago, and now standing in front of you is Chu Yang, but he is just an ordinary Shuang'er's Chu Yang. Senior brother, you should understand that as early as three years ago when the Chu family destroyed the family, you and I were no longer senior brothers..." As for the bloody feud of the Chu family, it is enough for him to avenge it all by himself.

But when he heard that Chu Yang was determined to sever his relationship with him as a teacher and brother, Shang Yun suddenly grabbed the corner of Chu Yang's clothes, his eyes tearing apart.

"Xiao Yang, what happened three years ago was not what you thought... I was in fact!"

"Stop talking!" Chu Yang stopped Shang Yun's unspoken words, and looked at Shang Yun with reddish eyes, "Since we met, it was fate, but senior brother, the fate between you and me is over, and the smoke and clouds in the past will come again." It’s meaningless to say more.”

Shang Yun was startled when he heard that, but the fingers holding the corner of Chu Yang's clothes tightened even more.

Chu Yang stared at Shang Yun for a moment, and did not break free, but suddenly tapped his feet, and the long sword that fell on the ground flew high, and cut off the hem of the entire robe in the blink of an eye.

Holding the saber in his hand again, Chu Yang looked at the blood on the sword, his eyes fluctuated deeply for a moment, and then returned to calm.

He turned around almost resolutely, ignored the man holding the piece of white clothes, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "That man treats me very well, he is the master of Fengfu, you... don't look for him again." He's in trouble."

After finishing speaking, Chu Yang left without any hesitation.

In the dark alley, Shang Yun held the fragments of the white clothes in his hands in a daze, and a coldness suddenly rose in his heart.

He felt the boy beside him pull away and go away, and then he suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter pierced the sky in the dark alley, causing a few hoarse crows, rough and desolate.

Lifting his head stiffly, looking at Chu Yang disappearing in the same direction as the previous general, Shang Yun coughed fiercely, and a blurry figure suddenly appeared in his eyes, under which there was an indescribable gloom and scarlet, "Feng Mansion Master, it's you again."

On the other hand, Feng Ze, who is the master of Fengfu, is lying drowsily in a wooden barrel soaked in warm water at this time. All the disturbances from the outside world seem to be blocked out of the door, and the main courtyard is quiet and gentle. .

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of footsteps in front of the screen across the bathtub.

Feng Ze opened his eyes sleepily and suspiciously, but saw a mist in front of his eyes, making the figure of the person behind the screen hazy and ambiguous.

"Who's behind the screen?" Feng Ze's tone suddenly became sharp because he didn't like to be disturbed by other people while taking a bath.

Behind the screen, the visitor's body seemed to be startled by the sudden sound. His body was cramped and stiff for a moment, and then a low voice sounded, "My lord, it's me."