Kill me and don't fly

In the forest, the two walked one after the other, Bai Jue kept sneezing, the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose turned red.

Although Bai Zizai's body is a half-celestial body, he cannot avoid suffering from illness and pain.

"this--"

"It's better than-"

The two spoke out at the same time, but closed their mouths at the same time.

Bai Jue stared at the chivalrous man who appeared halfway, and said, "You go first."

The knight paused, and said: "When are you going to go like this, how about I...fly back with you?"

"..."

Although this proposal sounds good, at least the legs will suffer less, but this person is still a bit scary because of his evil intentions.

Do you think Bai Jue is someone who would succumb to physical suffering so easily?

"it is good."

He really is.

The long clouds between the sky and the earth fluttered around, and the rising moon was bright in the dark night sky behind him. The sword qi criss-crossed, breaking through thorns and thorns to separate the strong wind and the biting cold.

In the end, the knight still didn't carry the white sword.

Bai Jue hugged his waist tightly and silently clenched his fist, finally saving the last bit of face.

"What did you want to ask just now?"

The sudden words of the person in front successfully made Bai Jue lift up the face buried behind his back: "Just now?"

"Ah."

"I actually want to ask, your...your surname? What's your name?"

I don't know where I hit the point of this chivalrous man, I just heard him laugh very strangely, and then said: "I've said it all, I forgot everything. No surname—how about I have your surname? You Give me a name?"

"..."

No, no, no, no, no, no, whoever is named is responsible to whomever.

Bai Jue glanced sadly at the carefree and unrestrained Baiyun, and said in his heart: The last one I named was my junior brother's son.After all the hard work of being a father and a mother, feeding him with feces and urine, he died before he saw the hope of his retirement.He didn't even have time to marry a daughter-in-law. After being a bachelor for 80 years, he was also awarded the nickname of "a gentleman with courtesy". It's really not ordinary.

"Forget it," the knight suddenly became very understanding, patted Bai Jue's shoulder with his backhand, and said, "If you don't want to give me a name, then call me Wuming."

Bai Jue smiled reciprocally and said, "Brother Wu is good."

"..."

as long as you are happy.

The troops escorting food and grass were stationed in the southern outskirts of the ancient city of Yugan, and when they left the city to the north, they found the vast territory of Qin State.

Bai Jue sneaked into the private room of little prince Mu Chen with Wu Mingshi, pinched a spiritual fire and lit an oil lamp like a thief, and then groped around with the oil lamp, very wretched.

Anonymous stood like this at the curtain of the curtain, with arms folded, as if staring at Bai Jue, like a wolf or a tiger, as if even if he missed a glimpse of Bai Jue, he might evaporate from the world and disappear before his eyes out of thin air.

The veil of the hood was very heavy, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.

Mu Chen, as the former suzerain of the Ten Thousand Corpse Ghost Sect, is arrogant and domineering, rich as hell, not to mention delicacies from mountains and seas, I am afraid that he has never tasted fresh human flesh soup.

now--

"Alas..." Bai Jue sighed, pitifully.

He turned his head and said to Wu Mingshi, "Do you want to eat eggs?"

Bai Jue spread out his hands and showed him his meager gains.

An egg, a handful of noodles, a jar of oil and salt.

Mu Chen, the prince, has also failed!

But having said that, Bai Jue was quite happy, and he also had noodles to eat.You know, the most important thing to do under Lang Jiajun's command is not to miss the meal.Once you miss the meal, even if it is just a little time, you will be left with an empty rice bucket and a large cooking pot that can be seen as a lesson.

Wuming was in a daze for a moment, and there seemed to be a double image in front of his eyes, like looking at flowers in the fog and looking at the moon in the water, but he still couldn't see clearly.

It seems that a long time ago, there was a person who said the same words, did the same actions, and had the same gentle and happy expression in front of his eyes.

He smiled slightly and said, "As long as it's made by you, I'll eat anything."

"..."

When Bai Jue heard this, he didn't know what to think of, blushed for a moment, and murmured softly: "I'm afraid I'm going to eat you to death."

Then turned around, looking at the earthen stove left by the original cook, with a flick of his fingertips, a trembling and weak spiritual fire flew in along the mouth of the pond.The fire light was reflected in Bai Jue's round eyes, and the waves of light flowed, carrying a warm smokey atmosphere.

The pot is hot, and the noodles are placed first.

Bai Jue's noodles were boiled smoothly, and the white steam steamed up, making his face flushed with heat.

The nameless person felt a slight movement in his heart.

Scoop the noodles and spread them in water to cool them separately.Bai Jue put down his sleeves, shook again to make sure he wouldn't fall into the pot, then grabbed the eggs, oil jar, and salt jar from the side and put them aside.

Trying to scoop up as much water as possible in the pot, Bai Jue swallowed, took a deep breath to build up his mind, gritted his teeth, dug out a large piece of ointment, and threw it into the pot with his eyes closed.

"hiss--"

The fireworks rose immediately when the grease stuck to the bottom of the pot, and Bai Jue trembled in fright, so he didn't want to throw the spoon into the pot.He calmed down and was about to continue, but a pair of slender and pale hands stretched out from the side, and Bai Jue grabbed the hand holding the pot and spoon unpreparedly, his hand was still a little trembling.

Anonymous's voice was close to his ears.

"Let me do it."

Bai Jue turned his head, and he seemed to be able to see his plain expression in a daze, without ridicule or impatience.Just an attitude as if being afraid of frying pans is a perfectly normal thing in this world, even the frying pans you live in.

He smiled embarrassingly, stepped aside, and said nothing, because he couldn't say anything.

A sword repairer's hand is the most important thing for a sword repairer.

However, such a thing, he has lost it for a long time.

It's been so long that when he thinks about it now, he can't help but wonder if he really owned such a thing.

The eggs were fried until golden and fragrant. The unknown sprinkled a pinch of salt earlier, and now sprinkled it again.Bai Jue was putting the cold noodles into the bowl, watching Wuming's movements helplessly, and couldn't help asking: "Aren't you going to be splashed by oil droplets?"

Wu Ming turned his face away to look at him, and said: "The eyes must be sharp, and the hands must be quick. A swordsman is enough to meet these two points."

Bai Jue: "..."

When I was young, I was afraid that I was a fake sword cultivator.

Regardless of whether it was fake or not, Bai Jue knew that it was impossible for him to be a sword cultivator.The hot oil was poured on the noodles, and there was a meaty smell and squeaking sound unique to fat. Bai Jue hid three feet away, stuck his neck out, and swallowed his saliva.

Wu Mingshi didn't seem to notice Bai Jue's bright eyes at all, he turned and walked towards the only wooden table in the tent with the big bowl in his hand.

Put the bowl, sit down, and then pick up the chopsticks.

A little squirrel came out from nowhere, staring at the nameless with its jet-black eyes, wondering what kind of plan it was planning.

The Nameless Man was indeed stunned for a moment, then—he tipped the bowl, and poured two drops of soup oil onto the table.

"You eat this."

Bai Jue: "..."

Excuse me, I have been wandering the world for so many years, but I have never seen a squirrel who can drink noodle soup, even if it is oil-added noodle soup!

He rubbed his stomach and sighed, people are not as good as rats these days, he doesn't even have to drink a drop of noodle soup.

Seeing that Anonymous raised his chopsticks again and was about to reach for the noodles.

"Wait!" Bai Jue didn't even think that he would be so brave, "Don't you take off your hood when you eat?"

Wumingshi slowly turned his head and said meaningfully: "Do you want to see my face?"

Frightened by the sight, Bai Jue stepped back and hit the wall of the tent. If he hadn't kept his posture, he would have almost fallen straight away.

However, this posture did not last long.Because he breathed a sigh of relief, when he looked at Anonymous again.He had removed the hood and placed it across the table.

The point is not that Nameless took off the hood, but the face of Nameless.

Don't talk about Bai Jue's three souls and seven souls anymore, he only has one thought in his mind now - don't reveal that he is Bai Jue! ! !

This person looks exactly like the master from the demon world whom Zhi Xingyuan tricked him into meeting.

Even after living in the dark for nearly ten years, his memory of that person has never faded.

nonsense!Who will forget the person who personally poured you a glass of poisoned wine and blinded you?Who can forget this? !

Wuming deliberately slowed down his movements, fearing that he was waiting for Bai Jue to take the bait, but unfortunately he was destined to be disappointed.Right now, Bai Jue's whole body is in a vortex of chaos. He thought that maybe he would meet that person from the demon world again, but he never expected that he would bump into this person in such a short time , This nightmare.

The bean-sized light of the oil lamp jumped, and the two people in the tent had their own thoughts.

The noodles have a faint iron smell and are a bit mushy.But that taste is exceptionally familiar, deeply familiar to the soul.

When Wu Ming didn't pay attention, the "tears" swirling in his closed eyes fell down, ran across the cheekbones and cheeks, gathered on the level of the chin, and the dark red liquid gradually swelled.

"Pa-ta--" landed on the table, splashing a ripple of broken flowers.

"Your eyes..." Bai Jue said in a daze.

Wuming still closed his eyes and shook his head. He said calmly, "I have done some wrong things, and I will always be punished. Don't worry, I will be fine if I cry."

Bai Jue: "..."

I'm not even fucking crying yet!why are you crying?

Could it be that I remembered something?But what do you think of when you eat my fried noodles?Thinking about it, do you regret not killing yourself first?

Bai Jue recalled again and again, but he didn't remember when he cooked anything for that person, not to mention food, even mung bean soup and sour plum juice, he never made it.During the years of being a confinement man in Xilu, apart from unspeakable problems, he can actually be said to have lived his life being enshrined by others. How could he wash his hands and make soup?

"Did you... remember something?"

Anonymous wiped away his tears quite bitterly, completely destroying his flawless beauty.But even so, there was a dazzing power in that face.He blinked hard, and said word by word: "I didn't think of anything. It's just——for some reason, a sourness suddenly came to my heart. It's like... the old parents in the storybook raised themselves up hard, and the result But I eloped with someone, and when he returned to his hometown, his old friend had already gone there by yellow crane, looking at the wilderness, there are only two deserted tombs left."

Bai Jue: "..."

This may be a fake magician.

The author has something to say: fancy tricks.

Bai Jue said proudly: "Although I can't explain it in a single word, but I have raised two young gentlemen!"

I don't know whose son it is: "Damn!!! I've lived to such an age by my own ability, okay??? Dad, half of the noodles you burn are rotten, and the other half are half-baked , and it's either bland or tasteless, or it's salty tongue. I rely on it!!! I can live so much on my own ability, okay???"

Junior Brother Wuming: "I can eat for a lifetime, and in the next life, forever."

Son, desperate: "I... rely on..."

——BGM "This is not love..."