Peerless Junior Uncle

"Go back and explain to you. It's windy here."

"No need." Fu Qingcheng took a step. The ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. The inexplicable sense of resistance made him not want to know more. The indifferent voice mixed with coolness: "I don't want to know."

The painted bone fan in his hand was pinched and almost deformed. Biting cold air poured into his body like a tide. Fu Qingcheng subconsciously clenched the hand of He Tingge beside him.

Before his consciousness became blurred, Fu Qingcheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now he finally doesn't have to wake up and endure the pain of skinning and raking bones.

He Tingge's heart was heavy. Looking at the person sleeping on the bed, his nerves felt a little painful. He stretched his scorching hands into the bed and held Fu Qingcheng's cold legs. I hope this person can suffer less.

"How should I tell you." He Tingge said softly, "I never thought of hiding it from you. But... I don't know where to start."

Fu Qingcheng, who was in a coma, didn't even tremble his eyelashes. Listening to his steady breathing, He Tingge sighed softly: "I thought it would be better if you didn't know. But I didn't expect to meet a tarantula. I really don't know if this is It’s not all predestined. Think about it, it’s really God’s joke.”

"Sometimes I don't even know what I came to this world for. You see. I was doing well in the Northeast. I came here somehow. Not only did I live again from the age of 16, but I also became a little prince for no reason. "He Tingge thought of these things inexplicably. He had never talked about these things with anyone. Looking at the quiet Fu Qingcheng at this moment, he felt a mess in his heart when he thought of the right and wrong that were constantly being cut and straightened out. He couldn't help but say it out. .

"Let's just be the little prince. He's someone with a heavy responsibility. You don't even know how worried I was when I just woke up. A strange world, a strange person." He Tingge smiled wryly: "Do you still remember what you said that day? When I was not He Tingge, I was really scared. Yes, I am not the He Tingge of your world. I am just a Northeast Major General He Tingge who somehow traveled from the world 1000 years later." Thinking about it, crossing This word is really appropriate.

"Later. I learned about you from Mu Lan. I wondered if the world would be peaceful. You wouldn't suffer from the fate of those so-called troubled times for nothing. So I went to be a soldier. Thinking. In the future, I will give you The world is peaceful." Speaking of this, the corners of He Tingge's lips curled up, showing a slight smile: "I don't even know when it will start. I, a man who is almost thirty, can't let you go. He Yuan was executed. I Very surprised and very angry. After all, in my eyes. He is not a traitor who wants to rebel. Maybe I don’t see as much as you. You said let me not hate you. You know. I never I never thought of hating you. I was just angry that you kept it from me."

"He Yuan died. It must be karma. He happened to die in your hands. I really don't know if it was Gao Zhan's plan again. Xiao Lengyu died in He Yuan's hands. He Yuan is also dead now. I thought the matter was over. But who knows. Going around and back to the original point. What do you want me to do."

"Do you know? The only comfort this world gives me is you." He Tingge bent his forehead against Fu Qingcheng's. A low, almost whispering voice floated in the air. The cold touch on his forehead made He Tingge feel extremely calm: "You It is the best gift God has given me."

"My lord." Haitang who came in suddenly turned around quickly. He thought brokenly in his heart: Really. Why did he catch up? He hurriedly said: "That madman is yelling to see you. And, little uncle."

"Understood." He Tingge got up and tucked Fu Qingcheng's quilt and moved the brazier to the side of the bed, followed Haitang to leave.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps walking farther and farther away, in the empty room, Fu Qingcheng slowly opened his eyes, stared at the roof dully, his body was already numb from the pain, but his heart throbbed a little bit.

The tarantula in the iron cage was tightly wrapped in black cloth. Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the door, Nuan Nuan raised his eyelids and looked at He Tingge who was walking slowly towards Xu Jin. .”

"Fuck. How are you talking?" Haitang couldn't help cursing, "Are you a beast?"

"Haitang, you go back first. I'll talk to it alone." He Tingge stretched out his hand to stop Haitang, and said flatly.

Haitang snorted angrily, turned and left. He Tingge looked at the person in the cage: "You are a tarantula."

"So what. Is it possible that your father didn't kill me. He wants to kill me again." Tarantula sneered. The face that has been removed from the veil bears a few traces of vicissitudes of life. There is an obvious scar on the right cheek. It looks like There is also age. Apart from these things, when I was young, I also had a good appearance with sword eyebrows and stars.

"What happened back then. I didn't know about it. You killed people in my military camp this time. It was for revenge." He Tingge looked indifferently.

"Hmph. Revenge. If that fox hadn't told me the truth back then. I'm still fucking in the dark." Tarantula spat hard: "What kind of righteous He Yuan? What kind of loyal and daring person King Jing, they are all fucking bullshit."

He Tingge looked at the tarantula quietly: "What happened back then."

Tarantula sneered a few times: "He's your old man. Didn't he tell you how he was a wolf?"

"Say." He Tingge frowned. Although he knew that Xiao Lengyu was killed by He Yuan, the specific situation was not mentioned in the silk script.

"What. You want to threaten me." Although Tarantula's inner strength was locked by the collarbone needle, her arrogance was not low at all: "That's right. That child doesn't know that you are the son of his father and enemy, right?"

Sure enough, He Tingge's face turned cold. Tarantula sneered: "Why don't you dare tell him. I'm afraid he will turn against you after he finds out. It's all retribution." Tarantula said coldly: "Who knows if you are also with He Yuan back then The same. Face to face brotherly love. Once it is of no use to you, get rid of it quickly."

"I won't hurt him." He Tingge said coldly, "No matter what He Yuan did to you and Xiao Lengyu, Qingcheng is Qingcheng. I'm not He Yuan either."

"Qingcheng." Tarantula whispered the name silently. Then it was quiet for a while, and suddenly smiled and said to itself: "Qingcheng... half a lifetime of duckweed is gone with the water, and a night of cold rain will bury famous flowers. The painted bones are ruthless and withered shadows. One Fu Qianli one cleans the city."

In my mind, I seem to see that gentle man wearing a sky-blue raincoat, holding a newly made bone fan in his hand, a white jade skeleton, and light-colored tassels hanging down. He can't put it down in his hand: "Wuya. Look Brother Zhuanzhu, this white elephant bone is really a good thing. It is delicate and gentle. It is really a high-quality raw material. Coupled with the ingenious craftsmanship of the ghostly hand Xie Ziyan, it is really the best in the world."

The man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was wearing a purple and black long gown. He drank the wine that had just been warmed in his hand, smacked his lips and said, "Not bad. It suits you."

"You should drink less. How is the injury a few days ago?" the man in the green shirt took the jug in his hand and poured the wine on his own. Asked.

"Good morning. If I meet that beast next time, I will have to skin him." He gritted his teeth and said, "Otherwise, I would really think my tarantula is a vegetarian."

The man in the blue shirt smiled: "Tarantulas are also spiders. They eat bugs."

"Leng Yu, you..." Tarantula was angry, but also helpless. Watching Xiao Lengyu take out a silver needle from his sleeve, he didn't know what he was doing to the bone fan.

Ji Wuya's hatred

The man in the blue shirt smiled: "Tarantulas are also spiders. They eat bugs."

"Leng Yu, you..." Tarantula was angry, but also helpless. Watching Xiao Lengyu take out a silver needle from his sleeve, he didn't know what he was doing to the bone fan.

"Huanggu is ruthless..." Tarantula vaguely saw a few words, and said with a tut: "Mr. Huagu is calling the fan."

"That's it. Is it easy to find it if you lose it? Otherwise, if you meet someone who is unreasonable and insists on asking you to point out where to write your name. We can also be more confident." Xiao Lengyu blew it as if something happened Blowing off the powder. Nodding to the fan with satisfaction: "This is what I painted Bone Xiao Lengyu."

"This fan is called a painted bone." Xiao Lengyu turned his head to look at the tarantula. The tarantula raised his sword eyebrows: "Very good."

At that time, Xiao Lengyu was still the proprietor of the well-known Passing Water Building. Tarantula was still the top killer who followed Xiao Lengyu to eat and drink in the Dead Water Building. Xiao Lengyu’s name was probably known by only a few people. The world only knew the painting Mr. Bone doesn't know about Xiao Lengyu. Just like the world only knows about tarantulas but doesn't know about Ji Wuya.

Knowing He Yuan was just a coincidence. At that time, He Yuan didn't know that Xiao Lengyu was Mr. Hua Gu. He just thought that the man in Tsing Yi who sat in front of the window of the restaurant and drank with the handsome man opposite him was extraordinary. meaning.

However, Xiao Lengyu, who is not in line with the tradition, always likes to make friends. He makes friends purely to see if the other party is pleasing to the eye. If he agrees, then he is a friend. At that time, He Yuan was a talented person. He was a well-known figure in Daqi at a young age. Dadu. After several conversations, he is called a brother.

Ji Wuya is lazy by nature. Xiao Lengyu was his close friend. He didn't express how close he was to He Yuan, but he didn't dislike him. Besides, He Yuan's bold and unrestrained temperament is also a type of person he admires. The three of them often Drinking and chatting together. I also followed He Yuan to the military camp to see the life of Tie Ma Jinge.

He Yuan also gave Xiao Lengyu the high-quality ivory tribute from the Western Regions bestowed by the emperor.

He and Xiao Lengyu naturally knew He Yuan's identity. However, as the Jianghu sect of Shishuilou, in order not to bring trouble to He Yuan, the two did not disclose their identities.

I thought that the friendship between the three of them was close to sworn friendship, but Xiao Lengyu died.

At that time, Ji Wuya was going to seek revenge from that enemy.