The full-level boss crosses into the Three Kingdoms

"Cecile," Pei Jing rolled his fingers anxiously, but still couldn't help but look sideways, trying to keep his expression calm, "Did Pei Cheng say kiss to you?"

Cecil replied, suppressing the complex drooping eyes at the bottom of his eyes, "Second Young Master, I voluntarily serve the Patriarch for the rest of my life until death."

"Loyal and loyal!" Pei Jing smiled, "I remember that you are one of the few retainers who is not controlled by your thoughts. You really never thought of having your own life?"

"I rely on the Pei family, and I am also subdued by the Patriarch." Cecil replied.

Pei Cheng did have this ability, Pei Jing snorted softly, and when he was about to say something, he saw Xun Yu pushing Pei Cheng's wheelchair back in a daze, stood up abruptly, with concern in his eyes, "Wen If? What's wrong with you?"

Pei Cheng's side cheeks tightened silently, and his smile sank. He raised his hand to call Cecil over, leaned on the wheelchair and tilted his head slightly, "There are still many vacant rooms here in Xiaojing, I will stay here, wait When are you willing to go back, let's go home together."

Pei Jing didn't give him a look, only said "whatever you want" coldly, and asked worriedly around Xun Yu.

Cecil couldn't help but look at Pei Cheng, seeing that the smile on the corners of his mouth widened without hesitation, but his eyes were half-downcast, rolling his fingers, and silently pushed the wheelchair and walked out, followed by all the retainers, and left the main hall .

Xun Yu's footsteps were heavy and his limbs were weak, and the young man's concern was undisguised, which made him a little confused.

Pei Jing looked anxious at him, "Wen Ruo, don't believe him! No matter what Pei Cheng says, don't believe it! He is unscrupulous, and nothing is true!"

"What if there is the truth?" Xun Yu couldn't help asking.

Pei Jing was stunned and shook his head, "You don't know him, he will twist everything, you can't believe a word he says! He..."

"Yuan Zhuo..." Xun Yu watched the young man hesitate to speak, and finally swallowed the painful question. As Pei Cheng said, the young man didn't know anything, and all his memories were wiped out. ...

He nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on Pei Jing's casually bandaged wound, "Your wound hasn't been treated yet, let Yu take care of it for you?"

Pei Jing looked at him carefully and nodded.

The young man was still resting on his lap with his long hair loose. The wound was horrifying, but after being blocked by Pei Cheng's ointment, the wound had already scabbed over. The bright red scars clearly showed that the two brothers The almost endless relationship is not brotherly love anyway, but...

He applied the medicine gently, his movements seemed to give the young man an itch, and his palms were rubbed.

Pei Cheng's voice seemed to still be in his ears, revealing the bloody truth to him.

[Xiao Jing can live for at least 500 years, you can only accompany him for a few decades, but he will live with this pain, and then be killed by the new head of the family. ]

[But if he returns to Interstellar and takes power, everything will be different.Even if he is unhappy, at least he is alive. ]

[You have two choices now, one is to keep Xiaojing here selfishly, accompany him for decades and let him die, and use your world to be buried with him, or let me take him away and protect him to go on, Let your people in the world escape unharmed. ]

[This chip contains all his memories, insert it into the scar on the back of his head, and he will understand everything. ]

[Which one do you choose? ]

Xun Yu caressed the young man's side face, seeing the young man squinting his eyes comfortably like a cat, with worry hidden in his brows, he chuckled with complicated emotions, "I still remember looking for you in the middle of the night, in the Xun Mansion Seeing your mood on the outer tung tree, I lost it and found it again, but I thought you were going to leave, and my heart was at ease and frightened."

Pei Jing stood up carefully, "Why did Wen Ruo suddenly mention this?"

Xun Yu stared at him deeply, and gently pressed him back on his knee, "I really like you." Pei Jing nodded quickly, and heard the other party ask, "Yuan Zhuo also really likes me, right?"

"Of course! How could Wen Ruo doubt this? I've missed you for 300 years!" Pei Jing was very puzzled and confused, "Did Pei Cheng say something?"

"Yuan Zhuo," the gentleman couldn't hide the bitterness anymore, "300 years ago, you never met me, how could you please me? Maybe, you just love others without knowing it."

"No, Wen Ruo!" Pei Jing knelt up straight, and he held Xun Yu's hand anxiously, "I have never loved anyone! You are the only one!"

"But I'm different from the 'Xun Wenruo' you want," Xun Yu let him hold, looking at him sadly and reluctantly, "Is it really me you love?"

Pei Jing was so anxious that he couldn't speak, he choked out a few words, "I admit that you are a little different from what I imagined, I know you are different from the person in my mind, but you are Wen Ruo, you are the real De Wenruo! I love you, not the fantasy in my head!"

"The imaginary person has been with you for 300 years." Xun Yu's eyes were slightly red, and tears could be seen faintly, "Yuan Zhuo, Yu shouldn't be like this, but... I'm really jealous of him."

Pei Jing was stunned, "Wen Ruo... I shouldn't have asked you to talk to Pei Cheng."

"It doesn't matter." The gentleman showed a slight smile, gently pressed him into his arms, and stroked his neck, "Yuan Zhuo, don't forget me."

Pei Jing leaned against his neck, feeling more and more heavy in his heart. He couldn't help but want to get up but was held down by someone, "What do you want to do?"

There was a stabbing pain in the back of his neck, his limbs were tense with pain, and the overwhelming pain flooded his brain. Pei Jing tightly grasped his skirt, "You...why..."

Xun Yu hugged him tenderly, patted his back lightly, with veins on his forehead, "Yuan Zhuo, don't forget me."

The boy's head hurts, and it seems to be worse than before, but as long as he can live, everything will be fine.

Everything is fine.

How could he have the heart to deprive Yuan Zhuo of his future?

How could he bear to let Yuan Zhuo die knowing everything?

How could he have the heart to use the world to accompany his selfishness?

In the warm room, a sigh passed away quietly, "Yuan Zhuo, forget about me!"

"Squeak-"

The door was pushed open, Cecil pushed Pei Sheng to the bed, pushed him silently behind the screen, and stood respectfully.

Pei Cheng looked at Pei Jing who was so painful that he almost lost consciousness, and wiped back the long hair on the young man's forehead, his hands were sweating, he was quite emotional, "It was the same pain when Xiao Jing's memory was erased back then, Don't worry, he's used to it."

Xun Yu hugged the young man in his arms even tighter, endured the pain of the young man pinching his shoulders and said nothing, only gave him a deeply condemning look.

Pei Cheng smiled. He took Pei Jing's tightly clenched hand, separated those fingers one by one, and then slowly cut them down one by one with the sharp knife he carried with him.

"What are you doing!" Xun Yu angrily snatched back the young man's hand, the blood was spreading, and the young man had already clenched his fists tightly. Zhuo's love!"

"So distressed?" Pei Cheng smiled innocently, raised his eyes inadvertently showing a ruthless expression, and paused every word, "His name is not Yuan Zhuo, he is Pei Jing!"

The ruthlessness was quickly covered up, and he said nonchalantly, "Pain is the best way to relieve headaches. Look, isn't this conscious?"

Pei Jing's eyes were slack, and he looked blankly with hatred. There was no trace of blood on his face, and he tightened his grip on the blood-stained hand, "You... go out..."

"Your Excellency, Yuan Zhuo needs a rest, so don't give it up!"

Pei Cheng's face darkened, and without saying a word, he manipulated the wheelchair and turned around. Cecil quickly stepped forward to leave a delicate vial, and left with a word of healing medicine.

Pei Jing whimpered and clasped his hand tightly, "Wen Ruo...Wen Ruo save me..."

"I'm here." Xun Yu hugged him tightly, "Yuan Zhuo, I'm here."

"Why... don't you want me..."

Seeing that the boy's face was extremely pale, Xun Yu didn't care about that, took the medicine bottle and coaxed him to let go, and gently took the medicine. The voice trembled slightly, "Yuan Zhuo has a long life, compared with you, Yu is like a mayfly, how can he be with you for the rest of his life?"

"It's better to let you go back, the stars return to their place, and Yaoyao knows that your life is safe, and he will be satisfied."