[Thunderbolt] Wandering without a home, where to return

Looking at each other for a moment, Yuan Wuxiang, who had no intention of letting unrelated people continue to watch the play for nothing, seemed bored. He took the lead to look away, raised his hand and said to his apprentice who had been working as the background board for a while: "Take a look, take them!" go down."

Looking at the people who were dismissed casually, Yang Qianche was thoughtful, and when he looked at Yuan Wuxiang again, he inadvertently took a cautious look: "Does Yinbiao want to stand on his own?"

Yuan Wuxiang didn't care much when he saw it, he just smiled lightly: "It's just a fulfillment of my unfulfilled heart."

Yuan Wuxiang said this very coldly, but Tired Shoutian could hear a bit of guilt under the coldness, although it was light, he couldn't ignore it.

"I've been lingering here for a long time, and there may be more troubles in the future, so please forgive me, Mr. Yuan."

"Hey~~ Dao Kui was joking. When it's time to do your best, Yuan Wuxiang will not shirk." Faced with such a simple temptation, Yuan Wuxiang's expression is the same, and the smile on the corner of his mouth is also sincere.

"Then I'll take my leave, please." Unable to tell the truth from the falsehood, Yang Qianche chose to believe it.

"Dao Kui left, isn't your friend leaving?" Yuan Wuxiang asked Tired Shoutian who had no intention of leaving after seeing Yang Qianche off.

"The question has not been answered, and where will the friend go when he is tired?"

It turns out... are you waiting for me here?Yuan Wuxiang, who thought he had completely fooled Tired Shoutian, twitched the corners of his mouth, sitting there rubbing the teacup in his hand, it seemed that he suddenly had a very playful nature.

Seeing Yuan Wuxiang like this, Tired Shoutian narrowed his golden eyes for a moment: "If you are thinking about how to perfuse me, then there is no need."

"Okay." I always feel that if I don't tell the truth, I'm afraid I will be in a worse situation in the future, Yuan Wuxiang let go of the teacup and spread his hands: "Whatever my friend wants to ask, if I can answer it, I will know everything."

Tired Shoutian frowned for a long time when he heard the words, as if he was thinking about what to ask in order to get the truth he wanted, but Yuan Wuxiang didn't urge him and just waited.

Just when Tired Harvest was about to speak, an unexpected visitor came outside. This unexpected visitor made Yuan Wuxiang who was waiting for Tired Harvest show displeasure and impatience.

"Tian Shou Tian, ​​tell me, should I go out?"

The sudden coldness made Tired Shoutian's heart tighten, and he stood up immediately: "I'll go."

"Are you going?" The expected answer, Yuan Wuxiang's mouth twitched: "Don't say that the brother didn't make a statement with you in advance, and the name of the Quan Yu strategist who joined forces with outsiders to destroy the whole family of Quan Yu and then set the blame on him." Baili Dingshi is the brother of the one outside now, she must have received the body sent by someone who cared about her when she came again this time, are you sure you want to go out?"

"This enmity can no longer be kinded, right?"

"Okay, as long as you Bei Rushuang is willing to smile at Po Rushuang, I think she will probably smile away all her grudges."

Wanton frivolity, cold and frivolous, Juan Shoutian was dizzy for a while, Yuan Wuxiang's gentleness and kindness were the most familiar to him, and Yuan Wuxiang's cruelty and change after the battle of Nanzong, he has been trying to adapt, Because he knew that Yuan Wuxiang's benevolence had never changed, otherwise the starfish in the lake would not have been waiting for him that day, and Baili Dingshi had already died outside the formation of misty rain and setting sun, but who would come now? Tell him that the person in front of him with contemptuous eyes and cold mouth is his original homeless?

Contemptuous of people's hearts... cold-hearted...

Tired Shoutian's heart was churning, his face was cold and cold, but Yuan Wuxiang's smile was even colder, with a hint of evil.

"That's why I said friends, promises should not be broken lightly."

"You seem to be looking forward to it."

"What to expect?"

"Expect me to break my promise."

"What is there to look forward to in such a thing that is impossible even if you live a lifetime?"

"Then what are you expecting?"

"Tired to harvest the sky, Yuan Wuxiang is not the same anymore, no matter how you convince yourself, Yuan Wuxiang is already different."

"Is it different? If it's different, why did you let her go again and again? If it's different, why did you appear in the boxing domain? If it's different, why..."

"Stop." Listening to the series of words that seemed to be questioning himself, but more like looking for comfort, Yuan Wuxiang interrupted Tired Shoutian with a sneer: "You should go out and solve the trouble outside."

"How? Can't listen anymore?"

"That's not true. Although I have time to listen to your series of 'if it's different', I'm afraid the people in the formation don't have the time to wait for you to finish."

"In your formation, the only one who can make the decision is you."

"Then let her die. I really don't like the way she pesters you in every possible way. Between men and women, there is always the law of yin and yang between heaven and earth. Her existence is like a bone spur in my throat, reminding me all the time." Me, remind me that besides friends and brothers, all other extravagances you and I wish for are nothing more than flowers in the mirror."

When Tired Shoutian heard this, his originally cold expression softened almost imperceptibly. Even if his heart was already cold, it didn't matter. Yuan Wuxiang's magnanimity and his benevolence concealed by his indifference had never been there. Changed... that's enough...

That's enough... is it really enough?Are you willing to see the indifferent, gentle and humorous Yuan Wuxiang disappear?

Yuan Wuxiang raised his lips and smiled, the innocence of Tired Shoutian was just as what Tired Shoutian said, and he accommodated it in his heart.

"I changed my mind."

"kindness?"

"You wait for me here, I will solve the trouble outside by myself."

"it is good."

"Oh? So straightforward? Don't my friends be afraid of me to avoid future troubles?"

"As long as you clearly know what you are doing, no matter what the result is, Tired Harvest and Yuan Wuxiang will go forward together."

"Tired harvest..." With a sigh, a silver light curtain appeared in front of the two of them, and the person reflected in the light curtain was waving a long sword in his hand, and the beautiful face was full of hatred and grief.

"Is it enough to vent?"

"Yuan Wuxiang!" After every word, Po Rushuang stared at the figure that suddenly appeared in the light curtain in the formation.

"Are you here for brother Ling's revenge?"

"Shouldn't I come?" With a cold snort, Po Rushuang swung a sword straight at Yuan Wuxiang in the light curtain.

"Soul Rushuang, calm down."

"I'm tired of harvesting the sky..."

Tsk, Tired Harvesting Heaven is the medicine that heals the soul like frost... Yuan Wuxiang tapped the stone table lightly with his fingers and said in a low voice: "To avenge the annihilation of the clan, I will sneak into the fist area and become a strategist, and even contact outsiders." Wanting to destroy the Quanyu family and blaming the Tired Harvest Heaven in order to provoke Daozhen's struggle between the north and the south again, at this time when foreign tribes are invading, out of emotion and reason, for the Tired Harvest Heaven, in order not to fight internally, let Sen Prison take advantage of it, what do you say? Should I let him retreat in front of my eyes for the third time?"

"Impressive!" Po Rushuang clenched the saber in his hand, his expression remained unchanged but there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"When Baili Dingshi came to you, but you didn't stop him, you should have expected his end."

This was a bit exaggerated, Tired Shoutian looked at Yuan Wuxiang and moved his lips, then lowered his eyes and didn't look at Po Rushuang again.

"You have no country!"

"I also feel sorry for Brother Ling, but Yuan Wuxiang has nothing to be ashamed of about Brother Ling. If you insist on revenge, Yuan Wuxiang has nothing to say." Suddenly switching from Gao Lengfeng to Saint Feng, Yuan Wuxiang Before Juan Shoutian could react to the rapid change in Wuxiang's painting style, Po Rushuang was brought before them.

"Brother Ling, I'll keep his whole body. If you want revenge, I'll give you another chance. Let's do it."

"Yuan Wuxiang..." Frowning, Juan Shoutian was about to stop him, but Yuan Wuxiang pressed him silently, and a voice that only he could hear came into his ear: "Jian Shoutian, this matter , it’s just a matter between me and Po Rushuang, what you should do now is to watch quietly.”

"Playing hard to get? Yuan Wuxiang, do you think I will not kill you because I am afraid of getting tired?"

Yuan Wuxiang didn't even move his eyebrows after hearing this. If the four words "wish to get caught" were applied to Tired Shoutian, it would be appropriate. After all, even if you keep telling yourself not to cross the line you drew, you often do so without knowing it. He will cross that bottom line again and again and use up all available resources, just to bring this person closer to him...

As for Soul Rushuang, in his eyes today, he is just a person who can be reused...a prop that can make Tired Harvest even more unable to give up himself...

When did Yuan Wuxiang become so despicable!He sneered at himself in his heart, but the smile on Yuan Wuxiang's face was still gentle and even had a hint of bewitchment.

"So, I stand here, the sword is in your hand, what to do depends on your choice, but there is only one chance, this time can't kill me, and you will never have such a chance in this life."

Po Rushuang looked at the gentle and smiling man with his hands behind his hands, and many doubts flew in his heart, but the sword in his hand was stabbed into the original by the scene where his brother appeared in front of him without a sound. The heart of Wuxiang is not bad, not an inch.

"Yuan Wuxiang!" Swinging the sword and that person away with one palm, Tired Shoutian caught the limp body in his arms and immediately sealed the large acupuncture points around Yuan Wuxiang's heart.

"do not worry."

Tired Shoutian looked at Yuan Wuxiang and moved his lips silently, and looked at the four words that silently hit his heart. For the first time, Tired Shoutian shot at the soul who was waved away by him with hateful eyes. as frost.

Under that gaze, Po Rushuang was almost shattered, but was sent out of the misty rain and setting sun by a burst of silver light at the next moment.

"Yuan Wuxiang, I'll take you to see a doctor!"

Just when Tired Shoutian was about to bring Yuan Wuxiang back, a silver light suddenly appeared from Yuan Wuxiang's body, which cut off Tired Shoutian, but never let go of the familiar breath under the light, the breath of soul.

That was Yuan Wuxiang's soul coming out of his body and using his soul power to repair the damage in his heart.

"There is no country in the original..." Being separated from the outside, from glaring to dim, Tired Shoutian stood aside and watched the light that symbolized the power of the soul change from bright to dark, and there seemed to be a trickle flowing in his heart.

"Original Wuxiang!" Finally, after the light representing the soul power completely disappeared, Tired Shoutian immediately rushed forward, and after noticing the slight ups and downs of his chest, he hugged the fragile thing in his arms as if it would disappear with a touch. The person sat paralyzed on the ground.

The author has something to say:

There is an illusion that the soul is like frost and will be spoiled by the young master... Silently light a candle for her ╮(╯▽╰)╭