[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

responsibility.

The golden crow fell to the west, and the red light spread across from the junction of the sky and the earth. The prosperous place of Chang'an suddenly disappeared, and all the people disappeared, only the platform and turrets were extremely magnificent.

The shopkeeper in the inn was dozing off on his stomach, when two guests came in, a man wanted to meet them, but after a glance, he turned back, carefully pushed the shopkeeper, and ran away.

A handsome cultivator helped a man in white to come in, and when he walked up to him, the shopkeeper opened his eyes wide and asked, "Are you two staying at the shop?"

The white-haired man in white combed his hair, and his fingertips were backlit, almost transparent. The shopkeeper took half a step back when he saw it, not wanting to get too close to them, and his face tensed up.

The cultivator's expression is cold. Although the person in his arms is not fading, but his skin is as white as snow, and his skin is as transparent as jade, showing weakness and sickness. The hand is so white that you can almost see the bones in the sun, it will not make people feel beautiful. On the contrary, it was strange and astonishing. There seemed to be no blood in his body, and he had some terrible strange disease.

As he thought, the white-clothed man coughed until he was gasping for breath, his face was pale, and he couldn't stand and leaned into the arms of the cultivator. The shopkeeper quickly collected the money and asked the assistant to lead the way, and he didn't want to look any further.

When they were taken to the door, the clerk served hot tea and didn't stay long, bowed and left without saying a word of kindness. Murong Ziying pushed the door and went in, Huaiwei followed behind and closed the door.

As soon as Huaiwei turned around, she was gently embraced by Murong Ziying again. Although she was pretending to be sick, she was really weak, so pitiful and hopeless, she complained so much that she could infect others, and taught Murong Ziying that she couldn't tell the truth from the fake .

A cultivator who was obsessed with swords suddenly became meticulous. No matter what the truth was, he only wanted to relieve the pain of his loved ones.

"Murong, you don't have to worry about me." Huai Weirou smiled softly, walked to the table and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, picked up the teacup but didn't drink it, "I don't have long time, I have to drink before my body collapses." Reshape Fenglai, now I'm going to the Demon Realm."

Murong Ziying frowned, and took a few steps to sit opposite him: "With your current strength, how can you go to the Demon Realm?"

Huaiwei looked at him, shook his teacup and smiled slightly: "Not to mention the demon world, there are even people in the heaven who want me to die, so they must guard the entrance of the demon world, and even send divine soldiers to kill them, but I have to break in."

Murong Ziying wanted to speak, Huaiwei's eyes sharpened, her face full of fear, she grabbed his hand: "I'm afraid I won't be able to stay with you again, you must accompany me to the end."

"What..." Murong Ziying looked at Huaiwei and couldn't speak anymore, as if her acupuncture points had been pressed by someone.

It's only been a few days from Tianyong City to Chang'an, since they became partners and had the joy of fish and water, and brought them here, how many more days will it take to embrace the person they love for a hundred years, and they are indulging in sweet joy, How can you accept that you are going to send your lover to die?

He wanted to monopolize this person, thinking more and more, thinking crazily.In just over a month, he was no longer detached from the dust, and he could not be free from external objects. His desolation was almost burned, boiled and dried, and all his mind was taken away.

What could be more cruel than sending the person he loves to die himself when he loves so much that he can't help himself? He didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't help thinking about it.Murong Ziying felt cold all over, her complexion was as white as gold paper, she couldn't breathe, she clutched her chest.

"Murong!" Huai Wei hastily turned over the table, pressed the man in his arms to breathe, and used spiritual energy to help him soothe.

After a few breaths, Murong Ziying recovered, pushed Huaiwei away, and said in a daze: "You let me never forget you forever, just so that after you pass away, there will be someone who can always remember you."

Huai Wei lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, but said nothing, this seemed to be his greatest wish, as long as he thought about it, he would feel satisfied.

"It's so lonely..." Murong Ziying gently stroked his brows and eyes, her fingers trembling from the pain in her heart.

In the past, the prince played the qin and was silent for thousands of years, but now he just wants to find someone to accompany him, and he just wants to no longer be alone.

Huai Wei doesn't want to be sighed and pityed by others, even if she knows that Murong Ziying is like this because she loves him, she still feels uncomfortable, she got up and said: "I want to drink."

Murong Ziying suppressed the pain in her heart, stopped looking at him, got up and walked out: "Okay, wait for me."

The room was silent, only the sound of her own breathing could be heard, Huaiwei went to the window, sat on the window frame and looked out, the sun had already set, her eyes were hazy.

Apart from pampering, Huai Wei never expressed love, he didn't want to have this kind of entanglement with Murong Ziying.But during the 30 years in Hantan, he couldn’t move, talk, or even open his eyes. He was imprisoned in the darkness alone. Only Murong Ziying talked to him, touched him, took care of him, and made him feel that he was still alive. .

There are less than three hours a day, and they will leave, followed by a long wait.Every time Murong Ziying came, Huai Wei was extremely happy, and every time he left, Huai Wei was extremely anxious, and he couldn't even count the time to count how long he would come again.At that time, there was only Murong Ziying in Huaiwei's world, only the joy of being with him, and the torment of waiting for him. It was like being thrown into the desert, unable to see the water. Every day, I could only moisten my lips and wait for them to dry up. No other thoughts but the desire to drink it all.

Knowing that this feeling will disappear soon after waking up, Huaiwei still urgently wants Murong Ziying to accompany her, day and night, all the time, no need to wait, no longer feel tortured.

The cool wind blows into the room, the oil lamp on the table ignites spontaneously without fire, and the warm light in the room dims. There are light footsteps walking in, and the door is pushed open.

Seven times

The door was gently pushed open, but it was not Murong Ziying who came in, but a masked slim beauty.

When Huaiwei saw this woman, his eyes lit up, but he smiled wryly and shook his head: "Perhaps, I should die."

Standing there, the woman is like a condensed smoke, dignified and elegant, uninhibited and just right, at first glance, she is a lady cultivated by everyone, but she is knowledgeable and courteous, noble but not arrogant, although she is covered with a veil, a pair of black The eyes are also gentle and soft, like a quiet girl.

The woman stepped forward and bowed gracefully, and her voice was like water: "Ruan Er, I have seen the young master."

"Mr. Ruan should not be too courteous. When we meet at this time, I don't know whether to be happy or worried." Huai Wei got up and bowed, inviting Ruan Er to take a seat. His lips were smiling, but his eyes were as cold as water.

The two sat opposite each other, the tea on the table was still hot, Huai Wei was about to pour tea for the guests, when Ruan Er stopped him and put a small pot of wine on it.

Ruan Er smiled and said softly: "Don't you want to drink, although it's not much, it can satisfy your hunger."

Huaiwei looked at the jug, frowned, as if she was doing something extremely difficult, she was stunned for a while, then nodded again: "Thank you."

He is usually decisive, but never like this when drinking, but the wine is ordinary wine, but the words are not ordinary.

The tea that Huaiwei just poured was already cold, he pushed away the teacup, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it slowly.

Ruan Er frowned and said, "I'm encountering a bottleneck in my cultivation, and I've been looking for you for a while."

Huaiwei was hesitant to speak but stopped, it was rare that he was a little eager.

Ruan Erhu frowned again, and said with a smile: "You are traveling with your lover, it may be inconvenient for the next few days, so I'd better have a drink."

She took the glass and filled it with wine, put her hands to Huai Wei's lips, her eyes were full and moving, Huai Wei squeezed the wine glass, but looked towards the door.

Murong Ziying came back at this time, opened the door and saw Huaiwei was affectionate with others, behaved intimately, anger suddenly arose in her heart, her eyes were as cold as swords and ice, looking at that woman.

Ruan Er was wearing a veil, still covered his lips and smiled lightly, that's all, he sighed faintly, as if lamenting the infatuation in the world, idiot and infatuation.

She stood up and bid farewell to Huaiwei, after paying homage to Murong Ziying, Shi Shi ran out.

A lamp is like a bean, and the poor fireworks are also dimmed by the night, flickering dimly, and the dim light in the room will be extinguished at any time.

Murong Ziying watched the woman leave, closed the door immediately, went to put the sold wine on the table, sat down and stared at Huaiwei without speaking, her cold eyes seemed to be wronged.

Even if Huaiwei had a clear conscience, he felt guilty when he saw it, the hand holding the wine glass trembled, and looked away slightly.

In this way, Murong Ziying became even more angry, with a hint of hatred in her anger, she couldn't help but lift Huaiwei's chin, and kissed him fiercely, raging between his lips and teeth, and even clasped his waist tightly.

It was the skyrocketing possessive desire that hooked the desire in the heart, aggressively and domineeringly encroaching and biting, Murong Ziying had already paid off the sweet blood, but it went deeper.

He looked into Huai Wei's captivating eyes, and was willing to immerse himself in them.

Huaiwei's belt was torn off, let Murong Ziying go to kiss him, but he didn't seem to be emotional, he only responded lightly, scolding: "If you go on like this, how can you become a sword fairy?"

"Are you accusing me of being useless?" Murong Ziying pressed Huaiwei's shoulders and pressed him to the ground, her voice was panting slightly, but it was still as clear as ice jade, "You are to me like a fire to a moth, you have already jumped into it , How can I get out of the whole body, thinking that it is warm and bright, how can I expect to be burned."

He also sighed, frowned and said: "When I didn't get you, I also thought about it. I thought about it, we lived together day and night, accompanied each other, talked freely to the wine, played the piano and danced the sword, so indifferent and happy, no longer lonely, but Only when I got it did I realize...it's different from what I thought."

Murong Ziying was very puzzled and couldn't understand why this happened. There was no indifference and calmness, but frantic and complex emotions colliding in her body.

His desire to monopolize, conquer, and control are all grown up by Huaiwei's pampering, and will eventually repay on Huaiwei.

Huai Wei didn't say anything superfluous, pressed down his waist, and asked earnestly, "Do you want it?"

The fire in Murong Ziying's body burned even more intensely, and her voice became hoarse: "Yes, give it to me."

Huai Wei pushed him away and stood up, pressing the torn belt with one hand, dragged Murong Ziying to the side of the couch, embraced and rolled on top.

The curtain of the bed fell accordingly, covering the bed.The red lips kiss the skin, the sweat does not stain the red, the breath is shameful in the warm tent, the tassels are dangling, and the figure follows the appointment.

Huaiwei, who is cold and indifferent, rarely indulges in this matter, but never