Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

In the deep forest, the silence is like death.

Yu Fuchen walked among them, carrying the unconscious Feng Changhuan on his back, his vision was blurred by sweat, and his vision was blurred.

The wind was bitter, and there were shocks and chills.

Under the light of the moon, a pair of eye-catching white hands hang down in front of the face, the fingertips are blurred, and the blood snakes down the curve of the arm and wrist.

The endless road was so long and frightening, he faintly recalled the fear that was branded in his bones.

Once, when the moonlight was shining all over the earth, he dragged a person, struggling to walk in the deep and quiet dead place like a tomb.

At that time, he was not tall, his small fists were weak and helpless, and the skin and flesh of his shoulders were worn out, mixed with the blood of that person, it was a warm touch.

He has experienced the pain of life and death, the pain that pierces his heart and lungs, the pain that life is worse than death, the pain of endless pleading, but no fruit in the end.

Yu Fuchen felt his face was icy cold, raised his hand to wipe it off, and what he touched was wet.

tears?He didn't admit it, he would rather believe it was blood.

"Master, why do you want to leave me alone and keep the memories of the past alone, won't you be tired?"

The young man said in a young voice. In the dead forest, his voice was particularly piercing, but he couldn't wake up the sleeping person.

He finally stopped, looking back at the bloodstains winding all the way behind him, the soreness lingered on the tip of his nose, lingering for a long time, almost wanting to cry bitterly.

He placed the man on a flat place and pressed the wound on his chest, but the blood was still spreading on the ground under his body. He wanted to stop it, but he was just a mortal.

"Why do you always bear everything alone, you are very selfish..."

Yu Fuchen closed his eyes, leaned over and rested his forehead on Feng Changhuan's shoulder, tears welled up in the end.

"You are selfish, you bastard! You are not qualified to accuse me...Master, please don't leave, do you know how I have lived these ten years, and do you know how the ten years without you are to me... "

"That is, life is better than death?"

The sweet voice replied suddenly, and for a moment, Yu Fuchen mistakenly thought that Feng Changhuan had spoken.

As usual, she teased him with a nasty smile, just for making a scene to make him feel sad, and she would stop when she was satisfied.

Unfortunately, he didn't.

There was no trace of blood on the pale face, and the pain between the brows seemed to be frozen forever.

It hurts...how could he not be in pain, anyone who was pierced through his chest would be close to death, and would become Hades' chess player.

"Who!"

The young man who was alerted that the string was almost broken jumped up, holding the Luan knife in his hand, staring at the deep place in the dark forest.

For the wolf cub who is about to lose his dear one, even death, until the last moment, he will stay by that person's side every step of the way.

At this time, Yu Fuchen was no longer a naive boy, and the blood boiling in his body was comparable to that of a war god.

Yu Tianyin did not hide his arrival, guarding the Jiuyou Flower Sea for nearly a hundred years, it is rare to get breath from the mortal world, so he is eager to appreciate the beautiful scenery on a good day.

A person came out from the dark place, his hair color and clothes were the color of fiery blood lingering around his body, unlike anything else.

He should have blood eyes similar to Feng Changhuan, but what Yu Fuchen looks at is a bottomless abyss that makes people fall.

"Twelve years ago, you cried bitterly on his still breathing body, oh...it's almost 12 years now. After these years, I can't see any progress. The majestic seven-foot man can only cry ability?"

"shut up……"

Every sentence of the man in blood is true, there is no room for sophistry.

"You know him, you know how to save him, don't you?"

Yu Tianyin sneered: "What kind of logic are you talking about? It's ridiculous. But he has already died once, and crawled back to the world with his hands, relying on his obsession."

As he spoke, he touched Yu Fuchen's forehead.

It was also as cold as ice, but without that person's gentleness, it was extremely strange.

"You should have thought that his heart is on the right side, and it is not life-threatening when it runs through the left chest. There is pain, but he will not die in a short time."

After being reminded, Yu Fuchen remembered that when they met Mingsi early, they had indeed touched that person's body together. Feng Changhuan's heartbeat was weak, but it did exist, but it was difficult to detect...

But how did the man in blood know?

Seeing the bewilderment in his eyes, Yu Tianyin sighed with regret.

"Forget, you are a cowardly waste, you dare not face your heart, dare not take what you deserve, so that you have never seen the beautiful scenery under his shirt at your age."

With a "tsk", he lifted Feng Changhuan's blood-stained wide sleeve with the toe of his boot.

The jade-colored body, which has been covered with clothes for many years, is full of tear marks like the jade pendant that Yu Fuchen often hangs around his neck, as if a person made of paper was once wiped out, but was found and put together again.

"It took me a full ten years to repair this dilapidated corpse. If it weren't for the ghost pupils inherited from you, I wouldn't have to be attached to his physical body. In all fairness, he has all kinds of talents and talents. He is inferior to you, but he has the foresight to protect you, and he does not want you to become a monster and bear the infamy until death. He is willing to change his life with you and bear the pain of the rest of his life for you. Death is just the lightest beginning."

"You are talking nonsense..." "The demon boy came to the world, and the blood will not fade for nine days. Yu Xingzhi, you killed your parents when you were born. You suppress the evil spirit, how can you be today? Yu Xingzhi, he died for you."

Yu Fuchen lost his mind for a while.

The past he desperately wanted to remember was the unbearable past that Feng Changhuan had covered up for him at the cost of his life. He would rather listen to that person tell the story himself than be pointed out by an old red-haired ghost.

"Shut up, don't mention..."

The headache was unbearable, Yu Fuchen raised the knife and pointed it at Yu Tianyin, the light of the knife went straight to his evil toes, so that the latter had to dodge his blow.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Fuchen carried the half-dead master on his back again. Although his fists were trembling, he showed no intention of retreating.

"Get out of the way, I'm taking him home."

"Family? It's ridiculous. I clearly don't remember the past, but I have such an attachment. Is it sad? There is no place for the two of you in the world. Where are you going to take him back? Do you almost kill his Buddhist sect? "

"It's not attachment, it's instinct. I have to... take him home."

Yu Tianyin thought he would not be moved by love, but the reaction of the boy in front of him made him... very satisfied.

If Feng Changhuan hadn't been in the way, Yu Fuchen would have been his best container and puppet at this moment, but unfortunately...

The overall situation has been decided, and it is useless to regret it. Compared with acting quickly, the overall situation is more important.

Yu Tianyin took a step forward, a red light gathered in his palm.

He was so fast that Yu Fuchen had already slid behind him before he could react.

Fortunately, this person had no malice, so he put his hand behind Feng Changhuan's back, and the warmth gathered by the magic spell promptly dispelled the cold poison that was about to penetrate into his heart veins, causing the person's frozen fingertips to twitch a little.

"Take him to Tianyu Mountain to recuperate. After he recovers, I will visit him."

With a hint of hidden merit and fame, Yu Tianyin turned and left.

Yu Fuchen didn't want to miss this life-saving straw easily, and stood in front of the blood-clothed man, feeling the goodwill of the other party, and didn't feel disgusted with his attack.

"Always leave your name. When the master wakes up, I can explain to him."

"No need, as long as he opens his eyes, he will find that it is my handwriting."

His uprightness touched Yu Tianyin, who had no waves in his heart. He glanced at Feng Changhuan, who was leaning on his shoulder and bowed his head weakly, and felt a little bad.

"Rush to Tianyu Mountain as soon as possible, there will be someone there to help you. As for the cold poison, you need to get rid of it as soon as possible. What should I do, do you need me to teach you?"

When the topic changed, Yu Fuchen, who learned that Feng Changhuan had escaped from danger, breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time was a little dull: "Master said, just hug him to sleep..."

"Holding? Just holding is not enough. With this secret book, diligent practice will surely make him get rid of the cold poison as soon as possible. If you are as filial as you, you don't want him to turn into a cold-blooded animal with cold hands and feet every day, right?"

Before he declined, Yu Tianyin took out a beautifully bound book from his bosom, stuffed it in Yu Fuchen's hands, and traveled away in the wind, leaving only the blood-colored back, which looked quite scary under the night.

As if going through a dream, Yu Fuchen still couldn't believe that in a day, he had experienced life and death with that person again. The affection from his heart made him eager to seek the memories that had been erased. With a little fear.

"Master, let's go home, shall we?"

no respond.

"I will never talk back to you again, I think you are troublesome, as long as you wake up, I will hug you and eat the sour oranges that you peeled with your own hands, master..."

He paused for a moment, then looked at the person beside him who had closed his eyes tightly, and he finally felt the weight on his back.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Feng Changhuan's mouth, as if he was secretly happy to finally control his lover.

The price is not too high, and it is worth the pain.

In bewilderment, Feng Changhuan raised his eyes and looked at the young man who was close to his skin and was sweating profusely as he was running away in the night. For a moment, he wanted to raise his hand to catch the sweat dripping from his chin.

It's a pity that I couldn't raise my hand, so I had to give up.

He knew that if he fell asleep, he might not wake up for a long time, so he tried his best to imprint the boy's profile in his mind.

Until the last moment before losing consciousness, the two words I tried to utter were Xingzhi.

Easy to do but difficult to do, stop fighting.

Xingzhi, I remembered the teacher, I remembered the reason why I must save you...

Not owed, nor guilty.

Xingzhi, I like you...the one Master likes most in this world is you...

The author has something to say: a new NPC and the future dungeon boss Yu Tianyin have appeared.

Title: The most beautiful man in Jiuyou Huahai, the author of best-selling short (huang) books, and the national treasure (chun) palace painter of Xiujie.

Main achievements: His works have topped the Xiujie Gold List for a hundred years in a row. He owns the largest film and television company in Xiujie, a master of illusion records, and the boss behind Zuiyuelou.

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