Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Xiao Beicheng's injured leg was ruthlessly pressed down, and the broken bone that only pierced half an inch at first pierced his thigh with pain. He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a suppressed muffled groan.

He spat out bloody foam, and cursed harshly, "Uh... Did this guy take drugs? Damn, how can I beat this kind of monster with flesh and bones!"

Xiao Beicheng felt that he was at the end of his strength, and his injuries and gradually weakened body did not allow him to engage in intense exercise to fight against Si Ye. For a moment, he felt that even if he lost like this, he would not be ashamed, after all, the opponent was no longer strong. No matter how monsters can be measured by common sense, and he is still a mortal with flesh and blood, he will hurt, cry, and collapse.

But when Si Ye opened his bloody mouth like a ferocious beast attracted by the smell of blood, gradually approaching his wound, intending to bite down and eat his flesh and blood, he felt that he could still save him. He raised his right leg, which had not been affected by the fighting situation, and kicked towards the opponent's vital gate.

Sure enough, regardless of people or animals, or even monsters, as long as they are male, they will have such a weakness that can be broken at any touch.

When Si Ye snarled and let go of his weapon, and instinctively protected the painful spot, Xiao Beicheng suddenly realized that this was his chance, grabbed the treasured sword that was discarded by the other party, turned over and escaped from the monster's confinement , Barely got up, and - limped - rushed to the gentleman, raised the knife and cut off the chains that bound the man.

"Ziyou, Ziyou! Look at me, you look at me!!"

He held the wound on the side of the man's neck, his own blood and the man's blood were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell who belonged to which.

Due to the loss of blood, Jun Ziyou's face turned extremely pale, he tilted his head slightly, and obediently let Xiao Beicheng bandage his wound.

I don't know where he got the idleness, but he was still in the mood to joke, and his fingers slightly fiddled with the blood-stained pool water, which caused a series of ripples, "Those who don't know can't think that... It must be a dystocia to bleed so much..."

"Go back and wait for me! I don't think you can give birth and try!!"

"Don't, don't, you can't do it..."

Gentleman You—Shake Xiao Beicheng's hand, and the latter immediately noticed something was wrong. This guy...has no symptoms of dizziness after blood loss at all, and he can even hold him accurately and interlock his fingers. Moreover, this strength...

Xiao Beicheng thought humbly, it would be very difficult for him who was beaten half to death by Si Ye just now to do so. How could it be that nothing happened when that man was locked up here and drained his blood for a long time?

"Wait, let me see!" He quickly found the scar on Junziyou's left hand, the fine pieces of porcelain were still stuck in the palm, the cut was bloody and bloody, and there was a puncture scar in the palm, The blood hole almost sees the bone.

Junziyou couldn't bear his sadness, so he took the initiative to explain: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Feeling a bit like "there is no silver 300 taels here", he added a guilty conscience: "It really doesn't hurt..."

"If it weren't for your physical injury, I really want to slap..." Xiao Beicheng raised his hand and slapped him in the face, and the man hurriedly dodged away.

"Don't, it's so cold, what kind of cigarettes are you smoking? It's not good for your health."

"Gentlemen's tour!"

"It really doesn't hurt, you can see that I know it doesn't hurt like this... Hey, I can't say it, it starts to hurt when I say it."

It might be because of being moved, but when the medicine passed, Jun Ziyou gradually regained consciousness in his numb limbs, and sure enough, the tingling pain in his left hand gradually became clearer.

He felt that Si Ye's drug was probably not to numb the pain of the body, but to slow down the body's response by controlling the brain, so that he could not feel the pain.Therefore, only when the power of the medicine has not completely dissipated, can he do almost impossible things in a state of ignorance.

He tried to clenched his right hand, and sure enough, the stretched right arm didn't feel the slightest, even if someone punched someone in the head, he wouldn't stamp his foot in pain.

So he withdrew his left hand from Xiao Beicheng's palm, which had been stabbed in half, and had almost no good place, and smiled brightly at the man.

And when Xiao Beicheng realized something was wrong, it was already too late, he never expected that the man with both injured hands would raise a fist and hit him on the mandible with a clear and loud sound, Nearly knocked out his molars.

Of course, the unbelievable reason is that at such a critical juncture, he was placed by his own people. Those who didn’t know thought that Jun Ziyou had carefully designed a conspiracy that was enough to make King Jin paralyzed, just to avoid the debt he owed back then. .

If you think that this punch is the end, you are really wrong, Jun Ziyou didn't give Xiao Beicheng a chance to catch his breath, and then he slashed the side of his neck with a hand knife, immediately made his eyes black, and fell down.

Fortunately, Xiao Beicheng was more or less prepared against him, so that he wouldn't be knocked out by this - his ears buzzed for a while, and then he could gradually see what was in front of him.

Dimly, I saw the man wearing blood-stained white clothes, standing sideways in front of him, holding a thin blade thrown somewhere in the chaos, biting the end of the bandage, and hitting the broken arm The upper splint tightened even more.

"You, you don't act recklessly..." Xiao Beicheng also lost a lot of blood, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stand up after being hit by him. He looked at the back of the man dizzily, and stretched out his hand, wanting to He pulls back.

"Why are you so ignorant..." he wanted to say, "Do you know what kind of enemy you are facing? Come behind me!"

But before the words came out, the man had already turned his head, rubbed his index finger against the blood at the corner of his mouth, and touched it on the tip of his tongue, feeling the taste of love bursting out from the sweet taste buds.

"Don't worry, I'm not as weak as you think, and he's not as strong as you think." As he spoke, Jun Ziyou pushed Xiao Beicheng, who was already blind-eyed, to lean against the wall for a while, so that he could catch his breath and come up.

As for himself, he savored the taste of that drop of blood left between his lips and tongue.Sure enough, only the lover's blood can make people crazy.

"Si Ye, did Master Lin tell you when Master Lin asked for your life in a dream, that his own son was raised by the first-class master?"

Jun Ziyou weighed the thin blade between his hands. After weighing it, he still felt that his broken right hand was clenched tighter. He grinned at Si Ye who had lost his mind.

There was blood in his eyes, and evil spirit was all over his body, even Xiao Beicheng couldn't help sighing from the bottom of his heart: So his princess is so strong?

"The lord's attack is too light, that's the kindness of a woman, I'm different from him. Similarly, you can bully my father because he is alone, and in the end he is a lonely person. Come and bully me? Try? "

Having said that, he still didn't think it was enough and added: "There is a man behind me."

The Yue family's private school, influenced by the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, should be a place for sages to teach and educate people, but it has been soaked in blood and is filthy everywhere.

Su Qinghe pushed away the Miaofa disciples who rushed up for the first time, feeling that his body was so heavy that he couldn't even swing a sword. The last time he kicked away the dizzy enemy, he was also unsteady on his feet, and fell on his back along with him. Go down, "humming" and let out a whimper.

"Let me die, I can't move anymore, this really hurts my body..."

Jiang Yanqing, a doctor in the field, was carrying a wooden medicine box on his back. He was happy to see this self-defeating man from a long distance away, so he leaned over nervously, wiped two handfuls of freshly rubbed mud on his face, and asked with a smile: "Why is this so serious?" Can’t do it anymore? Don’t do it, Mr. Su, your little boy is still waiting for you to rescue him, if you stay here, what can he do?”

"Him?" Su Qinghe smashed his cans, and even closed his eyelids, "I don't need to worry about him, he can beat me better..."

"Ah?" Jiang Yanqing's eyeballs almost hit him, and he was quickly picked up, asking: "What's the matter? Just that sick man? I heard..."

Su Qinghe half-closed his eyes, and his voice was calm: "When he was young, he was often bullied by Xiao Dayan's gang of gangsters. He was the youngest, and he was also the youngest. He couldn't sprint fast, so he could only climb trees to avoid Xiao Dayan. In front of that epileptic who is afraid of heights, it is his father who takes him home every time he is half dead from panting, and if he doesn't teach him half-movements, Mr. Jun will not be willing to leave."

He got up from the ground, rubbed the muscles and bones that had been tossed just now, and lifted his sleeves—look, okay, it’s blue—a large piece.

With a serious expression, he stared at the direction Xiao Beicheng left just now, and swallowed a mouthful of blood unconsciously, "It's not this that worries me..."

At the same time, the gentleman in the dark room raised his leg and kicked Si Ye who was rushing towards him.

Although he couldn't feel the pain, his body was reaching its limit, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, it was difficult to exert force, and he couldn't quickly subdue Si Ye.

But the other party is just the opposite of him, becoming stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye, every inch of muscle in his body is agitated, his complexion has turned purple, even blood vessels and veins are protruding, and even his clothes are swollen. ,It is clear……

"He swelled."

unless……

"You said, can the two of us with disabilities work together to subdue the drugged monster?"

Jun Ziyou was amused by Xiao Beicheng, coughed twice, and spat out the blood foam from the wound on the corner of his mouth, "The prince is disabled, but I am not disabled, I can still do it."

"If you don't want to be beaten by me after beating Si Ye, you'd better pay attention to your attitude."

Junzi Youzhang had a splint on his arm, it was a god-given weapon, and he didn't show any politeness, and directly hit Si Ye on the head.

He thought that the force of this blow was enough to open a person's head, but Si Ye was in a state of high excitement. After being hit, he was only dazzled for a moment, and then he woke up again after shaking his head, baring his teeth and claws. He pounced.

"That's not right!"

Seeing this, Xiao Beicheng responded unhurriedly: "It is said that he took the medicine, and before the strength of the medicine wears off, the two of us alone can't subdue it."

He tried to stand up, but the puncture wound on his leg was too serious, even if he stood up, it might be difficult to recover his mobility for a while.

"Then what kind of medicine does the prince think he is most likely to take?"

The man rolled to avoid Si Ye's disorderly attack, and after seeing his skill, Xiao Beicheng wasn't worried that he would suffer a disadvantage, and he almost said - spring...

Fortunately, he stopped his voice in time, and understood what the man meant, and said vigilantly: "You mean 'sell the bone'?"

"If this is the case, if he dies, the people of the capital will be in great trouble."

"But if you don't kill him, we will be the ones who die."

Jun Ziyou accidentally missed a weakness, and before he could react, Si Ye grabbed his wrist and fell to the ground in the air.

At that moment, he only felt that his bones and internal organs were about to be shattered, and he knew that what Xiao Beicheng said was indeed true.

At this moment, Xiao Beicheng regained his strength a little, and moved his finger that was stiff due to blood loss, trying to join forces with Junziyou to get rid of it, but it really failed, in order to survive, they had no choice but to run away.

But when he dragged his heavy body out of the pool full of blood, he saw that the man was gradually retreating due to lack of energy. After all, he still hadn't survived Si Ye's fatal blow. Turning, the muffled sound echoed in the empty dark room, which was frightening.

"no no!!"

For some reason, the moment Junziyou was knocked to the ground, Si Ye's eyes seemed to regain their former brilliance. He stared at Junziyou who had no power to fight back, and a few vague sounds seemed to come out of his throat: "Lin...death..."

It's all up to this point, but he still thinks about letting Master Lin die. If Junziyou didn't fall so hard that he couldn't open his mouth, he must be mocked.

"you are not……"

Si Ye muttered to himself something that others couldn't understand, raised his hand, and stabbed Jun Ziyou's heart with a dagger in his palm.

He really wanted his life!

At that moment, many images appeared in Junziyou's mind like a revolving lantern, like Jun Sigui holding his hand when he was young, walking with him through difficult and rugged mountain roads, talking about difficult truths at length, and like adoptive father passing away In those difficult days afterwards, Su Qinghe took good care of him, which made him feel the true love in the world.

But more is Gusu's throbbing after seeing that face for the first time. Since then, no matter where he is, every corner of his life has left a deep and colorful trace of that person, which cannot be wiped off evenly.

He has met many people in his life. While he regards others as a traveler, others also regard him as a passerby. It is rare to meet a beloved who both regard each other as a treasure. Why didn't he cherish it? ?

For a flash, he seemed to be thinking a lot, but his mind was blank.

He felt that he had lived this life, done too many sensible things, and that death was imminent, so it was okay to indulge.

He didn't let go of the illusion in front of him, struggled to straighten up, and kissed the lips of the person in the illusion.

——Yes—as soft as ever, with a moist and hot touch between the lips and tongue, even with a faint smell of mint smoke, this feeling is too...real.

... No, this is not an illusion! !

Jun Ziyou's eyes widened suddenly, he couldn't imagine that at the moment when life and death were at stake, the person standing between him and the deadly weapon would be...

"Clear!!"

Xiao Beicheng lowered his head slightly, looking at the half of the knife point protruding from his left chest, he suddenly realized that death is actually not as terrible as he imagined.

There is no throbbing, no panic, and even the pain will be greatly reduced. The seemingly terrible wound, in fact, the feeling of being torn apart is not so clear.

These often happen in an instant.

Xiao Beicheng felt his body was weak, his eyes were dark, his consciousness was in a trance for a moment, and he fell down. When he opened his eyes again, the blurred mist was cleared away, and Junziyou's anxious face came into view.

His ears were ringing, he couldn't hear the man's screams, all he could do was habitually raise his hand, touch his face, and silently comfort him: don't cry, it doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt .

This may be the only time in his life that Xiao Beicheng is willing to let go of the dignity he has kept for a long time, and let himself lean in Junziyou's arms, revealing his fragility only once in his life.

"Qing Jue, trust me, it's okay, look at me, quickly... look into my eyes."

Xiao Beicheng tried his best to open his eyes wide, hoping that at the end of his life, he would burn that person's injured face after the war into his memory.

"I will remember you..." he wanted to say, "In the next life, I will definitely remember you..."

But why, at the moment of life and death, you don't even have a tear? Is it really because when a person is extremely sad, the numbness of the body and mind will alleviate the trauma of the spirit?

He felt his face was cold, tried his best to touch...it was wet and cold.

Why is he the one crying?

It's really embarrassing... I didn't expect that he would cry because he didn't want to part with that person when he was about to die. It's really embarrassing...

He wanted to explain, to persuade that person not to misunderstand, but he opened his mouth, but the words could not be connected, and he whimpered, only groaning remained.

"Qing Jue, don't sleep, look at me! Believe me, you won't die!!"

Jun Ziyou put the man sideways on the ground, tearing off the cloth strip with his injured hand trembling, and pressing it on the man's bleeding wound, he had tried his best to save the man, and he didn't even know the threat that was close at hand.

Seeing that the wicked Si Ye lifted the heavy object again, trying to drop it from a high place, seriously injuring Jun Ziyou, Xiao Beicheng's fingers twitched slightly, he lifted it up suddenly, and grabbed the man's wrist, pulling him suddenly with force. In his arms, he rolled on the ground, narrowly dodging the falling murder weapon.

"Enough, go, you go!" Xiao Beicheng tried his best to persuade him, trying to push him away, "Even if I leave, I won't be able to survive, don't let me be your burden, you go

"I said, I won't let you die." The person who was held down by him and protected him looked at him with eyes that were clear and sincere like never before.

He asked, "Qingjue, do you believe me?"

Believe it, of course he does.

At this moment, Si Ye roared and rushed forward, Jun Ziyou and Xiao Beicheng looked at each other for a moment, as if hesitating, but the situation forced him to react quickly, raising his hand, and the crazy Si Ye Night stopped the hunt.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and for a while, only blood drops dripping on the ground, and the rapid panting of the three people could be heard.

Si Ye's breathing became more and more heavy, and there was a heavy sound like the beating of a bellows, perhaps it was crying.

Weeping, mourning, trembling, he took something from Jun Ziyou's hand, held it in his palm like a treasure, turned around and walked a few steps, then fell heavily on his knees, never getting up again.

And the swollen blood vessels and muscles all over his body also slowly retracted. The vicious fight just now exhausted his energy too much. As long as it is something that is still panting, it will always be exhausted. Once the strength of the medicine wears off, Si Ye is no better than them. Where to go.

Suddenly, there seemed to be something in front of his eyes - flashing past, at that time Xiao Beicheng's soul was slowly withdrawn from his body, leaving only a few words with unknown meanings in his impression.

— Butterflies, dead people, tears.

That was the last scene Xiao Beicheng saw before losing consciousness.

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