Sincerely invite young heroes to break their sleeves

Yan Fuluo took back a package of food, all of which were cured meat and the like that were easy to preserve, and also prepared a box of snacks. It can be seen that she was very attentive to Nangong's change of hands.

Although Yang Yueming was picky, after being abused for two days, his requirements were lowered a lot, and he actually ate with gusto.

Seeing that he didn't complain about the food for the first time in two days, Nangong secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Yan Fuluo looked at Yang Yueming unceremoniously eating the food she carefully prepared for Nangong Yishou, she was angry in her heart, but her face remained calm, and she said with a smile: "By the way, Brother Nangong, who is this young master? Never heard you mention it?"

Nangong changed hands and briefly explained the situation.

"Speaking of which, I still don't know your name?" Nangong Yishou looked at Yang Yueming. He had never asked about the hostage's personal affairs before, and this was the first time he asked the hostage's name.

Probably because Yang Yueming's behavior was so unusual that he felt that Yang Yueming was not like a hostage, but really like his friend.

There was an indescribably wonderful feeling that Nangong changed hands.

With food stuffed in his mouth, Yang Yueming said casually, "Gold is rich, gold is gold, and wealth is wealth."

Nangong changed hands: "..."

Isn't this style of painting right?

But Yang Yueming thought of Ren Xiaodao: "Oh, speaking of it, I miss Fa Cai so much. We are a handsome and wealthy Fugui Facai team. Now there is only Fugui, and Facai is not around. How lonely!"

Yan Fuluo's face changed slightly: "So, he is a friend of the person who helped Yan Furuo?"

Yang Yueming quickly waved his hands: "No, I'm just passing by."

Yan Fuluo giggled: "Passing by? How can such a coincidence happen?"

"So this is fate!" Yang Yueming saw the murderous intent flashing in Yan Fuluo's eyes, and hurriedly interrupted, "Life is connected by countless coincidences, girl, you should cherish everyone who passes by."

Seeing that Yang Yueming deliberately changed the subject, Yan Fuluo knew that now was not the time to do anything, so she said, "You guys eat, I'll go."

Yang Yueming didn't care about this, seeing her go away and eating more happily.

Nangong Yishou didn't eat much by himself, and only thought Yang Yueming's appearance was very funny: "Don't eat in such a hurry, and no one will grab you."

Yang Yueming waved one hand, and said vaguely: "I don't want to think about it... These two days... Is the mud swollen... I'm hungry."

Nangong changed hands: "...I'm still hungry for you?" Dare to feel that all the effort I put into the water to catch fish in the cold was in vain.

Yang Yueming rolled his eyes and continued to eat.

Nangong was extremely heartbroken to change hands.

In contrast, Yan Fuluo is simply a caring little padded jacket!

"Fuluo, I have another snack for you." Nangong Yishou saw that the contents of the food box had been swept away by Yang Yueming, so he took the last piece of snack to Yan Fuluo.

"What is this?" Nangong Yishou walked halfway and suddenly stopped, picked up a bead flower, "Fuluo, did you drop this bead flower?"

Yang Yueming, whose mouth was full, touched his girdle immediately when he heard the words, and sure enough, the bead flower that had been placed there was gone, probably dropped when Yan Fuluo was chasing him down.

"It's mine." Yang Yueming hurried over to grab it.

Nangong changed hands and did not expect that Zhuhua belonged to Yang Yueming, so he couldn't help being a little surprised.

"How do you have such a thing?"

"Of course it was given by a woman." Yang Yueming was about to put away the bead flowers, but was stopped by Yan Fuluo: "Wait." As he said that, he reached out to snatch it.

Yang Yueming quickly avoided.

"What are you doing?" Yang Yueming looked at Yan Fuluo warily.

Yan Fuluo realized that she had lost her composure, and she showed a slight smile: "How can you, a big man, have a pearl flower? Show me."

Yang Yueming turned a deaf ear and put Zhuhua into her girdle, and smiled charmingly at Yan Fuluo: "If you are willing to be my concubine, I will give you Zhuhua as a betrothal gift."

After thinking about it for a while, he made another cut: "Forget it, you are so fierce, you can be my servant girl, take care of me, and I will give you the bead flower."

Nangong changed hands: "..."

Yan Fuluo: "You..."

"Okay, let's eat first, and we'll leave here after eating." Nangong Yishou had to come out again to smooth things over.

After eating, the three of them took a short rest and were ready to set off.

Yan Fuluo was still a little worried: "Brother Nangong, can you survive your injury?"

Nangong Yishou moved his body a bit: "It's almost better." After saying that, he patted Yang Yueming's shoulder gratefully.

But Yang Yueming didn't pay attention to him at all, he looked at the horse that Yan Fuluo was riding seriously, and said seriously: "We only have one horse..."

"So what?" Yan Fuluo always felt that he must have some bad idea again.

"Only two people can sit on a horse. Considering whether men and women can get along with each other, it seems that I can only ride with the killer." Yang Yueming clapped his hands and looked at her with a smile, "You can go back, I think you are quite strong Yes, this road must mean nothing to you."

"..."

Even though Yan Fuluo was good at controlling emotions, she almost vomited blood: "Don't go too far."

Yang Yueming looked innocent: "Isn't what I said the most reasonable way?"

"Don't make trouble." Nangong Yi pulled Yang Yueming by the hand, "Fu Luo rides the horse, we two will walk back."

Yang Yueming looked at him seriously: "If I can walk back, why do you think I have to wait for you here for two days?"

Although the facts were so direct and cruel, Nangong Yishou still felt a bit sad. How could he have felt that Yang Yueming was taking care of him seriously?

Nangong Yishou put away his injured heart and looked at Yang Yueming.

In fact, Yang Yueming is not thin and thin, on the contrary, he has a tall and well-proportioned body, coupled with his natural good looks, he is naturally extravagant, but because of this, it gives people a feeling that he can't bear hardships.

Although... In fact, it seems that he really can't endure hardship.

Nangong Yishou reckoned the distance back. It is really difficult for ordinary people to walk back. Yang Yueming's fighting power in the desert is definitely not as good as Yan Fuluo's, but he can't let Yan Fuluo walk back to a girl's house.

"You go ahead for a while, and I'll carry you on my back." Nangong changed hands and accepted his fate. He knew that there would be such a result, and he would definitely not hold him hostage when he was caught in the first place!

"Brother Nangong, how can you accommodate him like this?" Yan Fuluo pursed her lips and looked at Yang Yueming, "You are a big man, don't you really want Brother Nangong to carry you?"

"Why not?" Yang Yueming looked at her calmly, "I was born with red lips and white teeth, maybe there is a woman living in my heart!"

Yan Fuluo: "..."

If you really are shameless, you are invincible in the world!

Yan Fuluo rode ahead on a horse, turning her head to look at Nangong Yishou and Yang Yueming who were behind them from time to time.

Yang Yueming refused to leave after halfway, and Nangong Yishou really continued the rest of the journey behind his back.

No matter how depressed Yan Fuluo was, it was useless, and she couldn't stop the person if she wanted to.

In fact, Yang Yueming himself is also very innocent. Although he is a second-year student, he does not deliberately seek faults to kill him. It is just that it is not easy to walk in the desert. His acupuncture points have been sealed for a long time, his energy and blood are not smooth, and his physical strength is not as good as normal to a certain extent. people.

But I didn't expect Nangong Yishou to have a good character, and he could actually endure his unreasonable demands.

Yang Yueming lay on his back and was very emotional: "Hey, brother Nangong, I think you have a good heart, why do you want to be a killer? Isn't it good to be a good person?"

"People are in the rivers and lakes, life is involuntary." Nangong Yishou was chilled by Yang Yueming's teasing "Brother Nangong", and he ignored it directly, and said, "In the martial arts, whoever is not killed by fighting, the killer is just a killer. It's just money."

Yang Yueming: "...There seems to be nothing wrong with logic."

"I don't kill innocent people." Nangong Yishou paused, and for some reason, he explained to Yang Yueming again, "Although it's a deal, the people I kill are all people who have done bad things."

"So moral." Yang Yueming patted him on the head, "Then why did you kill Yan Furuo? I haven't heard of her doing bad things!"

Nangong Yishou was silent for a while, but stopped talking.

"Hey, killer, tell a story, I'm bored." Yang Yueming kicked him.

"Are you a hostage like this?" Nangong Yishou was speechless, "Can you respect the dignity of the killer?"

"I'm an innocent passer-by?" Yang Yueming cupped his face, "Shouldn't you calm my frightened heart?"

"I was surprised when I caught a hostage like you." Nangong complained helplessly after changing hands.

It may be related to the long-term killing. The appearance of Nangong Yishou is gloomy, and the reputation of the killer is far-reaching. Although the hostages were captured in the past, although they were not tortured and killed, and they were even treated kindly, there is no hostage who is not afraid of him. Many people even cried non-stop from beginning to end, almost paralyzed.

It was the first time Nangong Yishou encountered someone like Yang Yueming who was a hostage and acted like a master.

It's really a big world, there are no wonders.

What's even more strange is that Nangong's change of hands actually created an illusion that they could be friends.

"Oh, I believe in your psychological quality as a killer." Yang Yueming continued to toss his head, stretched out and rubbed his hair, "Let's talk, let's talk..."

"Okay, okay, I said." Nangong Yishou was afraid that he would rub his bald hair.