Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Fu Tong's knife came so suddenly that there was no room for it. Although Wen Rong was prepared when the distance between the two of them got closer, he only avoided the knife that came from behind him.

"laugh--"

The Qianyuan knife ruthlessly brushed over his body, the tip of the knife sank halfway, and the wound was almost visible.

Wen Rong backed away a few steps, raised his hand to separate the two of them with a barrier before Fu Tong stabbed him a second time, and stood there with a half-gloomy, half-indulgent smile.

"It's really cruel." He looked at Fu Tong, his voice was gentle and gentle as if he was talking about love, "When did you find out?"

"From the first time I saw you and heard the first sentence you said." Fu Tong recalled Qian Yuan Dao, his voice was very calm, "Wen Rong would not look at people with that calculating look, nor would he look at people like that. Talk in a hypocritical tone, no matter how much you pretend to be fake, everything about you is too shocking compared to Wen Rong. "

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the white light oozing from the fake Wen Rong's wound: "Shouldn't you take a photo of the rhinoceros?"

Xizhao smiled slightly, without the slightest panic of being exposed, but still very gentle: "I am very happy that you can still remember my name after such a long time, and I miss you very much...do you miss me?"

Fu Tong frowned in disgust: "Can you stop saying such harsh words with a gentle face?"

"Is that so? Heh... okay."

Xizhao smiled indulgently again, and raised his hand to stroke his face slowly. With his movements, white smoke spread from his fingertips and spread to his whole face. When it dissipated again, the warm eyebrows and eyes disappeared, and appeared In front of Fu Tong was a face he was more familiar with.

Fu Qianyuan.

He looked at Fu Tong there with a smile, his brows were indescribably gentle: "What about this? Do you like it?"

"..."

Fu Tong's face sank, he didn't say anything this time, he directly raised the knife and slashed at his face, Xi Zhao saw it but didn't hide, and even removed the surrounding enchantment, Qian Yuan knife brushed past his face , leaving a bloodstain there in an instant.

Not too deep, but more painful than expected.

Xizhao wiped his face carelessly, but didn't fight back. His eyes were fixed on Fu Tong. While looking at him and smiling, he licked the blood on his fingertips at a very slow speed, and said in a very tender voice, "Why not?" Are you happy? If you don't like this face, I'll change it to something else, don't be angry, if you get angry... I will feel bad."

His eyes and posture were too coquettish, and Fu Tong only felt creepy in his eyes, and almost unconsciously took a step back.

There was a hint of interest in Xizhao's eyes: "What? Afraid of me?"

"That's really scary." No matter if you panic or not, Fu Azai will never lose his momentum. "After all, there are not many crazy people like you. If you are so sick, anyone will be afraid."

Xi Zhao narrowed his eyes.

Fu Tong didn't bother to waste any more words with this kind of psychopath, and pointed his knife point at him, very impatient: "Okay, don't tell me all these things here, what do you want to do? If there is a fight, I will accompany you at any time and just come directly, it is simply boring to whine."

Xizhao didn't respond to Ah Zai's harsh words, and still smiled when he heard the words: "Fight? That's not the case, I just came here this time to talk to you, maybe I want to ask you something I've asked before— —

He looked at Fu Tong with deep and gentle eyes: "Have you made up your mind? Do you want to follow me and walk with me?"

Fu Tong was so annoyed that he used Fu Qianyuan's face to make such a hypocritical gesture, without even thinking about it, his sarcasm skills instantly reached the peak: "It's just a shameful fake, it's not even qualified for posting upside down, what face is there to make up for it?" I talk about following?"

Xizhao's eyes sank slightly.

Fu Tong turned the knife, and the last word was clean and neat, without any disturbance: "Get lost."

"..."

Xizhao finally fell silent.

He closed his eyes, looked at Fu Tong quietly for a while, and then suddenly smiled: "It's really heartless, but it doesn't matter, why did I... like you so much?"

He spoke indulgently, and his voice was still soft, but his eyes were completely different from it, gloomy, and he hooked his fingers upwards.

Fu Tong shot almost at the same time. After a "bang", he stepped back a few steps, and a long halberd covered with white light touched the Qianyuan knife, making a piercing golden sound.

Surrounded by light.

Xizhao faded away from Fu Qianyuan's face, and the whole person was re-enclosed in the light group, and slowly walked towards Fu Tong: "I didn't have any other intentions at first, but you are too impolite, so you should give some lessons. .”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pushed forward through the air. The halberd lying in front of Fu Tong followed his movement vertically in the air, and then slashed down heavily.

a bit.

Twice.

Three times.

The long halberd hit three times in a row, each time with great force, Fu Tong's force value was weakened by more than half in the instinct cycle, after gritting his teeth to block it, the hand holding the knife gradually went numb.

He pursed his lips, slowly clenched the knife, and kept thinking of ways to escape, but Xi Zhao did not continue to attack, floated into the air and held the halberd back in his hand, looked down at him and smiled.

"Don't be nervous, I've said before that I'm here just to ask you a question. I've finished asking the question I wanted to ask, so I should leave, but now I want to ask you one more question—"

His eyes sharpened suddenly.

"You just said that I am a shameful fake, so what are you? Come on, ask yourself, and then tell me, Fu Tong and Meng Qi, who do you think you are?"

This kind of sub-question had to be specially asked. Fu Tong felt that this person was really sick and didn't want to deal with it.

Xizhao didn't intend to stop there, and continued to ask him: "Looking at you, do you feel that you are both Fu Tong and Meng Qi, and they are all you?"

Know you still ask?

Fu Tong looked at him like a fool: "Isn't what you said nonsense?"

"Really?" Xizhao laughed softly, "You think they are all you, but I think it may be somewhat credible that you are Fu Tong, but it is not necessarily true that you are Meng Qi."

Fu Tong felt that this man was sick more and more, and wanted to scold him, but Xi Zhao's voice rang again before he could speak.

"Meng Qi is a person who is loved at the top of his heart. He doesn't have to think about anything, he doesn't have to bear anything. He is kind and pure and soft-hearted. He never cheats. He can't bear to hurt anyone in his life. When can he be alone? While performing an act, you stabbed someone in the heart so calmly, but didn't even blink?"

Fu Tong was taken aback.

Xizhao fell from mid-air, and the light clusters on his body slowly disappeared in the gap, redrawing the gentle eyebrows and eyes.

He stopped in front of Fu Tong, pointed to the deep bone wound on his waist, and his voice was full of sarcasm: "Look at you, you are vicious, violent, and have such a heavy heart, you... how do you look like that?" Meng Qi?"

The voice of the last five words was suppressed so low that it was almost inaudible, but Fu Tong heard it very clearly, as if the question was not spoken by Xi Zhao, but came from his heart.

No.

not like this.

Fu Tong wanted to say that I attacked you because you were pretending to be Wen Rong with malice in your heart, and there is nothing wrong with being ruthless, but he repeated these words in his heart more than a dozen times, and he still couldn't say them in the end.

because……

Fu Tong was a little horrified to find that deep down in his heart... He actually vaguely agreed with Xi Zhao's words.

He is not like Meng Qi.

Meng Qi doesn't know how to use a knife at all, he is so well protected by Fu Qianyuan, he is always by his side at all times, he doesn't need to do those unbearable and dark things, and he doesn't need to know the means to support them.

But what about him?

Fu Tong looked blankly at the knife still stained with blood in his hand, and after being upset, he couldn't restrain himself.

He is obviously Meng Qi, why is he like this?

Seeing this, Xizhao laughed silently, and his tone became more gentle: "Now ask yourself again, and then tell me, are you Fu Tong or Meng Qi, or..."

He paused for a while, and when he spoke again, his tone was almost malicious, and he asked the following words word by word: "Neither of them?"

"shut up!"

As if stabbed by his words, the gloom in Fu Tong's eyes was fleeting, and his emotions were almost uncontrollable. Affected by his emotions, Qian Yuan Dao broke through the air with the sound of the wind towards Xi Zhao, who had long since On guard, he raised his hand to block the knife unhurriedly, and the mockery in his eyes was even more serious: "Why, do you become angry from embarrassment when you get stabbed in the pain in your heart? Tsk, it's not good to be so restless, you are too deceitful. But it's a joke, and I feel useless for you."

Fu Tong's fingers gradually tightened.

Xizhao blocked another knife: "You must not know how ridiculous you look now, a fool who is addicted to illusions, everyone around you is lying to you, and everything you have is also fake, oh By the way, especially Fu Qianyuan, you are very warm and happy when you are with Fu Qianyuan, right? But think back to the things you have done before, looking at flowers, setting off sky lanterns, hanging old cards on the moon...the details like you Can you still remember?"

"Can't remember, right? Even Fu Qianyuan's face is blurry, isn't it? It's so normal, who made them all fake? No matter how nice and warm they are, they are all fake."

"But how long can this illusory illusion last?"

"I can't wait to know what you will look like on the day when all this is shattered before your eyes.

"Breakdown, numbness, despair, or acting like a hopeless coward, pretending to know nothing, and continuing to do it is a mistake?"

"No matter which one it is, it will be very exciting, right?"

His laughter gradually became unscrupulous, with undisguised ridicule and ridicule inside.

Fu Tong looked at him silently, his pupils were red.

"Huh? What's the matter? Why does it look like you're about to cry?"

Seeing that the person in front of him is trying to endure, and there is a possibility of being unable to hold on at any time, Xi Zhao's eyes flashed joy: "Sure enough, people living in a false world are so vulnerable, but it doesn't matter, who makes me like you?" Besides, why do you love you so much? Well... let me see, the time seems to be almost up, don't cry, and don't look at me like this, as a person who really likes you and loves you, now, I miss you I'm going to send this confused child home... Fu Tong."

He changed the direction of the halberd in his hand, his eyes seemed to be ridiculed or expected, and he couldn't tell what it meant, "There will be a period later."

At the same time as the voice fell, he let go, and the halberd slammed into the air. After a sound like glass shattering, the street was covered by surging light spots, and everything around was distorted in the light, gradually blurred, and when it became clear again, The scene in front of him changed from the street to the lounge again.

It was very quiet inside, and the script was still on the original page, which was no different from when he left. It looked as if he had never been out, but whether it was the knife in Fu Tong's hand or the stain on the blade, The blood told him that what happened just now was not an illusion.

Fu Tong clenched the knife in his hand in a trance, feeling very bored and confused, but at this moment, there was a slight sound outside the door, and the doorknob was turned down immediately.

Fu Qianyuan pushed open the door and stood there with a big cup of herbal tea in his hand: "Zai Zai, I'll go back..."

The following words came to an abrupt end when he saw the bloody knife in Fu Tong's hand. He was startled, strode forward and held Fu Tong's hand, looked him up and down, and let go only after making sure that he was not injured in any way. Tone: "What's the matter? What happened?"

He didn't get any answer when he asked, only a pair of dazed and fragile eyes.

Fu Tong looked at him with such eyes in silence for a long time, then suddenly walked over and hugged him, he hugged him tightly, like when he was wronged when he was a child but couldn't say it and didn't want to say it, his face was buried in Fu Qianyuan's arms, The eye sockets gradually turned red.