I am neither beautiful nor crazy

A few months ago, the stone shot open the sharp sword of the assassin sent by Jiang Chibin and saved his life; but now, the stone shot open his soft sword, saving Jiang Chibin's life.

He will not be ignorant of the situation.

This is clearly to stop himself.

The fright and anger that flashed in an instant turned into a nameless fire crazily stirred up in the heart veins, causing that weird sense of anxiety to rise again, which was unavoidable.

Jiang Yu's sword was still pointed at Jiang Chibin's eyes.At the same time, he turned his head to look, and saw a black figure galloping towards him in the moonlight. The horse's hooves kicked up the clear snow, shining silver in the moonlight.

Seeing the scene for the first time seems like yesterday.

Jiang Yu watched silently. He turned over and got off his horse not far from him, and then walked over.

Jiang Yu's muscles tensed subconsciously, and he did not relax his vigilance.

"Xiao... General Xiao, save me." Jiang Chibin tremblingly begged for mercy, but Jiang Yu sent his sword back.

Jiang Yu stubbornly stared at Xiao Xiangling's steps forward, and his jaw was still trembling slightly due to nervousness.Or because he stood outside for a long time, his eyes and cheeks were stained with a blush, but it was not obvious in the blood stains all over his body.

He was waiting for the other person to speak first.

"Are you injured?" The other party said unexpectedly.

The voice was instantly blown away by the cold wind, and it even sounded hoarse and unfamiliar.

Jiang Yu suddenly felt his fingertips tremble.These words seemed to completely blow open the floodgates that suppressed emotions, and the sourness in his heart exploded in all directions, making his eyes pale.

After a long time, he looked down dully at the blood all over his body, and shook his head with difficulty.

He could even hear the slight crisp sound produced by the friction of the neck joints.

Xiao Xiangling stood far away from them.

He rode here day and night, and when he saw the blood-stained Jiangyu, the blood in his body almost flowed back into his heart.

If he got closer, he had no doubt that he would impulsively stop in front of them, snatch the sword from Jiang Yu's hand, and tightly grasp his dishonest wrist, so that he could not break free any more.

Regardless of grievances and life or death, he just didn't want Jiang Yu to get a drop of unclean blood on his hands.

But he can't do anything.

With no previous memory at all, even the basic thing of judging "whether Jiang Yu is the person I'm looking for" has become impossible.

The old man liked cleanliness, hated killing the most, hated blood and corpses.

But Jiang Yu is a completely different little lunatic. Attacks and blood are his favorite ways to vent his emotions. He doesn't care if his clothes will be stained or if he will be haunted by nightmares late at night.

But do you really like it?

...do you really not care?

"...Xiao Xiangling." Jiang Yu said hoarsely, "This is a matter between us, I don't want you to intervene in this matter... sorry."

Xiao Xiangling stood still.

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, deliberately not looking at the look in his eyes.

For some reason, he actually felt that if there was even the slightest bit of disgust and disappointment in those extremely pure eyes, it would probably be a kind of extreme blasphemy.

But at the same time, a blank malice suddenly rose from his heart.

The sentence in the dungeon, "My old man has a kind heart and simple expectations. When meeting injustices, he draws his sword to help, and never maliciously speculates on others' sincerity... He is not such a thoughtful person as His Highness" instantly rang in his ears.

Xiao Xiangling misses an old friend in his heart, but stays in the capital and doesn't set out to look for it; for himself, while he is perfunctory and businesslike, he will appear without surprise every time he is in a hurry.

Will be handed a fur coat, will deliberately be taken away from the sword, will twiddle a cup and chuckle, "What does your highness think of this poem?"

- You will not trust others, I will teach you.

Jiang Yu suddenly understood where the restless feeling that had plagued him for more than a month came from.

After he figured it out, a cruel and relieved smile suddenly appeared on his face.

So what?

He wants to tear open the skin and flesh with his own hands, tear apart the messy balls of thread, and cut off this subtle emotion that cannot be explained clearly.

"Xiao Xiangling, look." He smiled, slowly raised the soft sword in his hand, and casually drew a beautiful sword flower.

"Look at this, am I still like your old friend." His smile deepened, "'He has a kind heart, is simple, and never maliciously speculates on other people's sincerity', so would he be like this?"

Xiao Xiangling's intuition was wrong, and he instinctively wanted to step forward to stop it, but the next moment, his footsteps suddenly stopped in place.

Jiang Chibin suddenly became stiff all over, and opened his mouth wide, but made no sound.

But the sound seemed to have already started, like a stern sword, shooting straight into the night sky.

Jiang Yu raised his sword sharply and stabbed directly at the eyes of the person facing him.It was not very hard, and the depth was not fatal, but the blood mist burst out from the wound in an instant.

Xiao Xiangling seemed to hear a dull muffled sound, which exploded in his mind like thunder.

But Jiang Yu still maintained the posture of looking sideways at the other party, and the smile on the corner of his lips had not completely subsided.Scarlet blood spattered onto his face, but he just narrowed his eyes slightly.

The whole figure is like a poignant and alluring devil who has just stepped out of hell.

But he still doesn't seem to think it's enough.

In the next moment, he pulled out the soft sword from the opponent's eye socket, and tightly grasped the opponent's neckline with his other hand.

Blood gushed out crazily, and even though the distance was not close, the pungent rusty smell couldn't hide it and drilled into the nose.

Jiang Yu didn't glance at Jiang Chibin from the beginning to the end, he stared at Xiao Xiangling firmly, the hand holding the soft sword trembled violently, accompanied by disordered breathing, and sudden ups and downs of heartbeat.

"Is this... still like this?" Jiang Yu's tone suddenly became higher, and the expression on his face was so complicated that he couldn't tell whether he was laughing wildly or crying.The red liquid flowed down the chin, covering all the subtle expressions perfectly.

He thrust the soft sword forward again, this time directly piercing the opponent's throat.More liquid shot out, making Jiang Yu's blood-stained front even more bright red.

With a whimper, the body fell down.

With the huge pile of corpses behind him, there is no difference except that the death looks more miserable.

After being silent for a long time, Jiang Yu seemed to regain his sanity a little bit, squatted down, picked up the volumes scattered on the ground beside him, raised the forearm of the corpse with the other hand, held his fingertips and pressed on it .

Bright red fingerprints, the so-called painting.

He seemed to want to carefully fold the volume and tuck it into his front lapel.Only then did he realize that his hands were shaking so violently that he rubbed the fingerprints of the painting for a few moments before they were successfully printed.

Dirty blood was all over his hands, face, and body. He was afraid of soiling the volume, so he rubbed his hands on his body in desperation, but the more he wiped, the more messy it became.

The volume was half-opened on the ground, and Jiang Yu was covered in blood, kneeling beside it with his head slightly down, momentarily at a loss, looking absurd and ridiculous.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

Jiang Yu wanted to turn around, stand up, and run away immediately.

But he found that he didn't even have the strength and desire to lift his fingers, and his whole body seemed to be drained of strength suddenly.

Now the unacceptably thick bloody smell crept into his nose belatedly, giving him a strong urge to vomit.

Before he recovered, he was already on the ground and retched.

Xiao Xiangling picked up the volume on the ground with his hand.

"His body was stolen..." Jiang Yu suddenly uttered such an endless sentence.

But the other party who has read the volume will undoubtedly understand the meaning implied in his words.

Xiao Xiangling squatted down and half squatted in front of him, but remained silent.It seemed that he couldn't think of any suitable opening remarks to break the extremely dangerous atmosphere.

After a long time, Jiang Yu saw the other party take out a white handkerchief from his bosom, and wipe away the hideous blood on his face bit by bit.

His body shrank back subconsciously, but finally stopped in place with force.

The blood on his face had dried up somewhat, and no matter how much he wiped it, it would leave obvious marks.The handkerchief has only been rubbed on the face for a week, and it is already stained with a dirty red color.

Jiang Yu lowered his head and couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, but it was this long silence that brought all the uneasy emotions in his heart to the peak.

"Say something." Jiang Yu gritted his teeth.

Xiao Xiangling paused for a moment.

"You, fuck, say something." Jiang Yu grabbed the other's wrist, and unreasonably tore it away from his face, "What do you mean?"

In fact, there was no need to pull it deliberately, the moment Jiang Yu raised his head, two drops of clear liquid flowed down his jaw, and Xiao Xiangling stopped his movements.

This was the first time he saw Jiang Yu cry.

Before this, he never knew that a person's tears could flow so fast, so fast that they were almost not brewed and rendered in the eye sockets, and even before the end of the eyes started to turn red, the tears had already flowed down the cheeks without a trace down.

The heart, which has always been rational and restrained, seemed to be firmly grasped by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe.

He stared into Jiang Yu's eyes calmly, but the bottom of his heart was already a puddle of water.

"What do you want to hear." He tried his best to say the most suitable words, "I can't find the body, I can help you find it."

"I don't want to listen to you." Jiang Yu seemed to have completely opened the flood gate, and his emotions were out of control. "Why did you come to me, why do you know I'm here?"

Before Xiao Xiangling could answer, he continued to ask, "Why did you risk your life to save me several times when you didn't know me well? Why did you choose to cover for me when you discovered the silver needles I poisoned at the banquet? Why did Jiang Chibin repeatedly You refused me for various reasons when I asked you to target me? Why did you wait for me in the snowy night? Why did you show me that poem? Why...why did you choose the sword on purpose?"

Jiang Yu spoke faster and faster, without giving Xiao Xiangling any time to respond, and seemed to be afraid of the other party's response, so he confessed all the uneasiness in his heart at once.

"You asked me to trust you before, but I lied to you that I would stay in the capital...but you still know where I'm going, and you can even guess what I'm going to do here?"

Pointing at the dead body behind him, he said in a hoarse voice, "You could have guessed it a long time ago, and you're not surprised, right? So why did you come here... Do you still vaguely believe in your heart that I am you?" The old friend you want to find?"

Jiang Yu looked at the other party's silent expression, and his heart became colder, "Is it because we have the same name? Because he also has such a scar on his chest? Or is it because of the blood jade hanging around my neck?"

"But no matter what the reason is, I can tell you clearly that I am not him."

He took a trembling breath, suppressing the tears that were about to come out of Ben's eyes again, "I don't remember you, and I don't have any memory of 'him'. No matter how similar we are, no matter what reincarnation nonsense , we are two completely different people." He gritted his teeth, "Don't use 'he' to tie me, and you don't need you to take care of me because of 'he'."

After finishing the call, the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

Only the eyes of the two of them meeting each other proved that they were listening to what the other said.

Jiang Yu finished speaking as if venting, but a sense of loss almost came to the bottom of his heart.

After hearing this, the other party probably won't have any expectations of him anymore, may feel offended and angry, and will most likely leave here to continue searching.

But on the other hand, he will never see another person through him.

as he wished.

"No, you're overthinking..." Xiao Xiangling said suddenly.

He restrained the emotions in his eyes, and exhaled with extreme depression, "You don't have to have a psychological burden, and you don't have to... think too much."

"I treat you well because you are His Royal Highness whom I am determined to be loyal to."

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