Brother Xiaoshou, don't run away

"Um……"

Painful and suppressed muffled hums escaped from Xiaolan's pale mouth. Fan Li pinched her neck fiercely at this moment. She couldn't make a loud noise, so she could only groan in pain. With murderous eyes, she knew that she had failed, even if the young master resisted the onset of spring medicine, he would not want her. There was a touch of sadness and grief on her flushed little face. She stretched out her hand to touch the person in front of her, and the corner of her mouth was hard With a smile on her face, she finally touched the clouds on the other side of the day, that's enough...

She closed her eyes in despair, waiting for the moment of death, a hot teardrop flowed from the corner of her eyes!

"roll……"

His voice was hoarse and broken, he suddenly let go of the hand that was holding his neck, the killing spirit in his eyes was filled with endless desire, he was afraid that he would not be able to control the desire in his body before strangling this maid asked for her.

Xiaolan fell to the ground, with shock and doubt in her eyes, the young master actually let her go, but then calmed down, put on her clothes silently and quickly, and left the room.

Panting heavily, Fan Li stood up from the soft couch, then opened the door, and walked directly to the lotus pond not far away. Now that it's autumn, the water in the pond is not icy cold, but it is also very cold.

He plunged into the icy water with his head, until he was almost suffocated before coming out of the water, and the originally blurred eyes were a little clear at this time, and his hand reached into the swollen, slowly licking, beautiful body. A look of both pain and joy appeared on his face, his unusually red thin lips parted slightly, and he let out a heavy panting sound.

He stayed in the cold water for a whole night, finally suppressing his inner desire, but the next day he fell ill, with a high fever and coughing, he was tortured by desire all night, and stayed in the water for another night, even if Even the iron-clad body couldn't bear the double torture.

Zhou Aorong invited the best doctor in the city to the house, waiting anxiously for the doctor's diagnosis.

"Ma'am, the young master is invaded by the cold air, the old man prescribes some medicine, and he will be fine in a few days, don't worry too much!"

"Then thank you, Doctor Kou!" Zhou Aorong said gratefully, the tight string in her heart was loosened a bit, but fortunately, Lier didn't suffer from that strange disease again like when she was a child.

"Ma'am, you're being polite, and sir..." The doctor paused, with a look of hesitation on his face, just now when he felt his pulse, it seemed that Young Master Fan had indulged too much.

"Young master's medicine must be taken on time!" The doctor still didn't say it in the end, these things are beyond his control.

Zhou Aorong saw that the doctor hesitated to speak, and her nerves tensed up again in an instant. Later, she was relieved when she heard that she had to take the medicine on time. When the doctor wrote the prescription, she immediately asked the servants to go to the prescription to grab the medicine, boil it and deliver it .

Fan Li, who was lying on the bed, didn't sleep all night, and fell asleep immediately after taking the medicine.

After Xiaolan learned that Fan Lie was ill, she immediately burst into tears of remorse. In the evening, a maid in the mansion found her hanged in her room, leaving a suicide note on the table.

Zhou Aorong was originally heartbroken by Xiaolan's suicide, but after reading the suicide note, she immediately asked someone to throw her body into a mass grave without even a straw mat. Even if the person who hurt her son committed suicide with regret, she would Let her die without a place to bury her.

Everyone in the mansion had various speculations about Xiao Lan's death. Most of them believed that the young master rejected her and couldn't bear the blow, so they committed suicide. , He committed suicide in fear of guilt after failing. Everyone felt pity for Xiaolan before, but after hearing that it was the reason, they all cast aside voices.

After Fan Lie heard that the woman who drugged him committed suicide, a faint light flashed in his deep eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. If the woman hadn't committed suicide, he would never have let her go. If it hadn't been for that night I can't control my desire anymore, how can I let her go so easily?He has never been a kind person, and he will never let anyone hurt him.

Feng Aotian who went out of the valley with Fan Li also came to the capital, but he is different from Fan Li, he came to Beijing secretly.

"Your Highness, you are finally back!"

At this time, in a dark room, an old man knelt on the ground, looking at the masked man sitting on a chair, with an extremely excited expression.

"Mr. Song, please, my highness only has half a year to go out of the valley this time."

The voice was unusually cold, revealing the innate majesty, a black brocade suit, and a ghostly face on his face, which made the man look a little weird and terrifying under the candlelight in the dark room.

"Only half a year? Then when will His Highness leave the valley again?"

The old man stood up from the ground, and when he heard the man say that it was only half a year, his wrinkled face was full of disappointment.

"After half a year"

"Old Song, His Highness wants a detailed list of the people secretly organized everywhere, and don't tell anyone, His Highness has returned to Beijing!"

The only pair of eyes that can be seen by people is now as dark as a deep trance, as if thinking about something.

"The old minister understands that after he retires, he will make arrangements immediately!" The old man replied respectfully.

"Mr. Song has worked hard all these years"

The masked man looked at the wrinkled face, his deep eyes were moved.

"No matter how hard an old official is, how can he work harder than His Highness? This is what an old official should do," the old man sighed in a low voice.

Then there was a long period of silence. The masked man lowered his eyes, as if he was lost in memory. The old man wanted to say something more, but he opened his mouth but did not make any sound. Finally, he sighed and turned to leave the dark room.

After the old man left, the masked man took off the ghost mask from his face, revealing a flawless and handsome face.

The masked man is Feng Aotian who left the valley not long ago. He is the first son of Emperor Yan of the previous dynasty. Originally he was supposed to be the crown prince, but Emperor Yan at that time passed the position of crown prince to his second son.

At that time, in order to make the prince's position stronger, the prince's party kept sending secret guards to assassinate Feng Aotian. Fortunately, her mother was a member of the Jianghu, with high martial arts skills, and the secret guards who were secretly trained protected Feng. Aotian, let him escape one catastrophe after another, but her mother also knew that it is easy to hide from a hidden sword and difficult to defend against, so when the palace was flooded, she secretly sent Feng Aotian out of the palace, and then invited her Wuyi's fellow disciple went out of the valley and took Feng Aotian away.

And not long after Feng Aotian was taken away, the matter was exposed, Feng Aotian's mother was thrown into limbo, and died of illness within a year.

Feng Aotian opened his dusty memory again, coldness, hatred and endless pain and longing flashed across his dark eyes, the last teardrop slid down his cheek and fell into the boundless darkness.

"Mother, I'm back!"

Pale lips whispered softly, the dark atmosphere around was replaced by the strong sadness.

Two months after Fan Li and Feng Aotian left, Fan Chen fell seriously ill, and his thin body became even more delicate.

"Chen'er, have you taken today's medicine?"

Wu Yi walked into Fan Chen's room and asked, looking at the slender body, his eyes were full of distress and helplessness.

"drink the master"

Fan Chen raised a faint smile, Ruyu's face had no trace of blood, but was morbidly pale.

Wu Yi nodded, sighed, and left. Chen'er's illness was obviously caused by longing. Although he is a miracle doctor who can cure all kinds of diseases, he can't do anything about this heart disease. He has been in good spirits every day for the past two months. In a trance, not thinking about food and drink, he kept asking him how long Lie'er and Aotian had been out of the valley.

Fan Chen leaned on the soft couch, stroking the fox in his arms, his blue eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and there was a deep yearning in the mist.

"Fox, I miss Lie'er so much!"

"Did Lie'er take good care of herself outside?"

"Does he miss me too!"

He was asking the fox in his arms, as if he was talking to himself.

The fox barked softly, its clear eyes were full of worry, it stretched out its bright red tongue and licked Fan Chen's fingers, comforting him.

In a teahouse, tea drinkers chatted while drinking tea.

"Have you heard of the Xuanyue Sword?" a thin man said in a low voice.

"How could I not know about Xuanyue Sword, which ranks first on the weapon list? Everyone in the world knows that it was originally owned by Master Xuanji, but after the death of Master Xuanji ten years ago, Xuanyue Sword disappeared! What a pity "

The man sitting across from him shook his head in regret.

"You must not know that Xuanyue Sword is about to reappear in the world. Before the old man Xuanji died, he left a letter and wrote a poem with hidden acrostics. The place where Xuanyue Sword is hidden is hidden in that poem. "The voice was a little lower.

"Really? Where is Xuan Yuejian now?"

The man on the opposite side looked excited, with greed in his eyes.

"In Nether Valley, as soon as the news spread, all the famous people who can be ranked in the rivers and lakes have already set off there in secret. In order to seize the Xuanyue Sword, a fight will be inevitable. You should not use that greed as an excuse. Well, those people can take you to the west with just one finger."

After seeing the greedy look in the eyes of the man opposite, the thin man said solemnly.

"It turned out to be the Nether Valley known as the land of death"

The man opposite turned pale, his body shuddered, the greed in his eyes was replaced by a touch of fear, he murmured something, and then fell silent.

Sitting in the corner, Fan Lie, who was sitting in the corner, heard the conversation between the two, a gleam of light flashed in his star-like eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he murmured, "Is it number one on the weapon list?"

After the two left the teahouse, Fan Li also left.

"Where is the Nether Valley that you just mentioned in the teahouse?"

Fan Li stopped the two men in the teahouse on the outskirts of the city and asked.

The two men looked at the handsome young man in front of them, their faces darkened instantly, and after they looked at each other, they suddenly burst out laughing.

"Haha...you, a man with no hair at all, is going to Nether Valley?"

One of the men said while laughing, his words were full of sarcasm.

"I'm afraid you will be scared to death when you arrive in the Nether Valley!" Another man echoed.

Fan Lie's deep eyes darkened little by little, his face was full of gloom, and his murderous aura was fully displayed. He walked step by step thinking about the two men, and grabbed one of them by the neck as fast as lightning.

"You are so reckless, then I will help you!" The cold voice was like hell, floating in the gloomy air. How could he bear the humiliation of these two people.

The other man just wanted to make a move, but was kicked several meters away by Fan Li, and after a wailing cry, he passed out directly.

The man whose neck was strangled looked horrified, his body trembled violently, his mouth was wide open, his eyes were protruding, and death was so close to him.