I became the apex of my nemesis by acting

As long as there is a small hole in the neck, it will not take long for Xue Beiwang to stop breathing in his sleep.

The blade had already pierced the skin of his jaw, and with more force, it could go straight into his throat.

"Excellent jade..."

The knife that Bai Chengjue was about to pierce into Xue Beiwang's neck stopped. In the silent night, the leaves blowing by the wind made a rustling sound.

He finally put down the knife, just like driving a horse to break through the siege in the market, or hugging the dying Xue Beiwang into his arms in the cold water, took off the iron helmet, and kissed those slightly parted lips filled with water .

As the dew deepened, Xue Beiwang bent over by the campfire and subconsciously called out cold.

He untied his outer robe and put it on for Xue Beiwang.

Instead, he sat by the tree not far away, looking at the bloodless face, the flames jumping between the two of them, Xue Beiwang opened his mouth, and seemed to be reluctant to call out the word 'jueyu' again.

He put on the iron helmet again. He hadn't worn it for a long time, and it made his neck ache. People who are not easy to sleep in the first place, under such circumstances, just closed their eyes and rested their minds all night.

There was a soft hum in his ear, and he opened his eyes, only to see Xue Beiwang moving his body with difficulty.

He wanted to sit up, but fell back to the ground like a cripple.

He said, "Are you awake?" After speaking, he got up and walked to Xue Beiwang's side, picked up the robe on the ground and put it on.

Xue Beiwang nodded, he opened his mouth to speak, a bloody smell spread in his mouth, as if a layer of rust was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

Xue Beiwang, who was able to defeat one hundred enemies last night, can now touch the unhealed wounds on his body with every movement of his fingers.

With this appearance, it is difficult to even get up and lie down, let alone leave from here.

For Xue Beiwang, a servant who had difficulty getting up and leaving, whether he lived or died was of no importance to a big man like King Min.

Thinking of this, he endured the pain and took out the cloth bag from his arms, just about to hand it forward, looking at the sporadic blood on the white handkerchief, thinking of how Jueyu saw the bag of dim sum, his fingertips sunk deep into the silk and satin, the strength would be crushed Blistered soft pastry crumbles.

Unwilling to die here so silently.

He gritted his teeth, got up again, and fell into the mud again. This time, the knife wound on his body was split open, and he felt powerless. .

The sound of approaching footsteps sounded in his ears, Xue Beiwang glanced, and saw Bai Chengjue squatting beside him and pulling the slipknot away, blood-stained snacks rolled down Xue Beiwang's fingertips.

Bai Chengjue knew that Xue Beiwang didn't need to prepare dry food for himself when he went out. It's self-evident who this pastry is for...

Xue Beiwang bit his lower lip tightly, grasped the cloth bag in his palm, and took back the cloth bag containing the snacks like a baby, fearing that someone would steal it.

Bai Chengjue said: "A bag of broken snacks is really a treasure."

Xue Beiwang didn't say a word, he was dying, and he didn't have the heart to accompany Bai Chengjue to perform, so he just closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind.

Bai Chengjue took out a bag of silver from his pocket and threw it beside Xue Beiwang: "This is the reward you deserve for desperately protecting my king's life, Wang Bei, right?" Bai Chengjue stood up slowly, with indifferent eyes behind his iron face, "My king I will remember to send someone to help you collect the body."

The back figure that turned and left was more decisive than Xue Beiwang's phantom.

The bonfire around me is still not cool, and sporadic fires are flickering, like a life that is about to come to an end.

Xue Beiwang took a hard look at the fine brocade silver bag on the ground, put his hands on his eyes, and let out a sneer between his lips and teeth.

In the end, I still hated myself for being confused when I saw that King Min's heart was attached to Princess Wu.

It was getting colder and colder, when the nearby campfire went out.

The blurred eyes could no longer hold on under the erosion of fatigue, and in a trance he heard the sound of fallen leaves being crushed.

Under the increasingly blurred vision, he seemed to see Jueyu.

——It turned out that before dying, what she wanted to see most was that alluring little oiran.

Bai Chengjue squatted down in front of Xue Beiwang, with a complex look on his face not covered by the iron helmet, his fingertips couldn't help but touch Xue Beiwang's thin, bloodless lips, slowly closed his fingertips, looked at Xue Beiwang's dim sum in his arms and smiled.

Amidst the raving, Xue Beiwang called out 'jueyu' again.

Bai Chengjue was slightly stunned. After taking off the iron helmet, as if he had taken off the shackles on his body, he held Xue Beiwang's cold palm: "I am here."

Xue Beiwang rose unconsciously, and his appearance was more cute than when he was pretending to be a slave.

"It shouldn't be..." Bai Chengjue sighed, carrying Xue Beiwang on his back. This identity, which was originally used to confuse Xue Beiwang, now became Xue Beiwang's last straw before he died.

King Min shouldn't have rescued Xue Beiwang to leave, only Jueyu's identity can bear this friendship.

Halfway through the journey, Xue Beiwang woke up in a daze, and rubbed his cheek against Bai Chengjue's shoulder: "It smells so good."

Bai Chengjue said: "Young Master Xue?"

Xue Beiwang didn't open his eyes and said, "It's ridiculous, I'm hallucinating now." His voice was dry and hoarse, as if his throat had been soaked in hot oil.

"It's not an illusion, it's me. I'll take you home."

Xue Beiwang opened his eyes in disbelief, the familiar scent of hair was mixed with a little blood, and his body hurt so badly that he couldn't move.

People are already awake, so naturally they have to show a little fragility,

In order to act as a thin oiran, Bai Chengjue pretended to slip two steps and hurriedly stood still.

"You can't carry me on your back, let me down."

"Don't let go, can you still walk like this?" Bai Chengjue's voice was nasal, it sounded like he had cried, and he put his hands on Xue Beiwang's thigh, "Go out for a trip, why did you get hurt like this again?"

Xue Beiwang smiled lightly and said, "Fool, it doesn't hurt. These injuries...cough...look heavy, but in fact they don't hurt at all. Be good, put me down."

"No, I can recite it."

In Xue Beiwang's eyes.

If it was Jueyu's beauty that attracted Xue Beiwang's gaze at first, then it is this person who is holding his heart more and more tightly now.

For a long time, Xue Beiwang murmured as if talking to himself: "You are so good, how can I be worthy of you."

Bai Chengjue's blood froze, thinking about Xue Beiwang's words, he paused for a few seconds, then walked forward slowly.

Without the status of King Min, how could the oiran of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion not be teased by this young master's actions.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and walked forward again with Xue Beiwang on his back.

Back at the private house that Xue Beiwang had prepared for him, he took off Xue Beiwang's clothes, only to find that the man left to protect him with shocking stab wounds of varying shades.

Bai Chengjue picked up the ointment and gently spit on Xue Beiwang's wound, only to hear Xue Beiwang yell 'it hurts' in a daze.

Bai Chengjue chuckled lightly and said, "You know it hurts, so why risk your life for me?"

Without hearing Xue Beiwang's reply, Bai Chengjue sighed leisurely, and gently spread the herbal medicine with his fingertips, "Or you, Xue Beiwang, are used to being kind to others."