Trying to keep clean every day

Duan Xiao picked up a piece of gravel on the window sill, waved the wind between his fingers, and the stone hit the tall and strong locust tree not far away.The locust tree trembled, and the dead leaves fell in a thick circle, followed by a dense and strong giant net.

The one who was trapped by the huge net, with his legs upside down, and fell all over the place was the "master" of the late Jindan period that the monk relied on.

Duan Xiao smashed through those clumsy and low-level plots at a glance, and cleaned them up neatly.

He caught a glimpse of the monk's face turning sharply, but he was too lazy to look at him directly, and couldn't spare any extra eyes on him.

A normal young man should be at least three-point proud or happy at the moment, and he should sneer at the monk two or three times with great vigor: Are you still waiting for him to save you?He is too busy to take care of himself.

But Duan Xiao's heart was numb, he couldn't feel the joyful feeling of ordinary people at all, and even half of his body was still in a state of panic that almost lost his silence.

He has always been cold and heartless, with the quagmire in front of him and the abyss behind him, ordinary people and others rejoicing, laughing and cursing, stirring their hearts, he has never tried.

His joy is rooted in hatred.

When Duan Xiao closed his eyes, there was a vast expanse of darkness, turning into a bloody scene.He hooked his fingers, the last time he slashed his enemy, the feeling of the sharp blade piercing his throat was still in his hand, his life was gone, his blood turned cold, and his revenge was hearty.

Then one day, Shen Huan hugged him and jumped down from the cliff. The wind whizzed by his ears. Shen Hu carefully protected him in his arms. A firm embrace is warm.Falling off a cliff is also fun.

The only light left in Duan Xiao's heart is silence.

In the firewood room of the black shop, Shen Huan was full of doubts. He also saw the weirdness of the monk early on, but he couldn't make sense of the plot and was a little confused.

Duan Xiao walked around the earth-colored monk, pointed to the master caught under the tree, and looked at Shen Mu with warmth in his eyes:

"When I went out, I found that he was making a trap. After he was done, I sent him in for a try. It seems that the trap is very strong."

There seems to be a bonfire in his eyes, his voice is gentle, and there are many words in his sentences.

Shen Huan was shocked. Did Duan Xiao take the wrong medicine? How could his original voice carved out of ice cones become so gentle, as if the warm March sun was shining on the spring snow on the pebbles in the stream, and it was about to melt.

Shen Huan was a little uncomfortable for a while, and forgot to answer.

Until he turned his attention back to this black shop gang, Shen Han was able to think normally again, very good, we caught them all.

How to deal with them?Judging from Duan Xiao's appearance, it seems that he wants to be executed one by one on the spot. Duan Xiao's method is too wild for Shen Han, who has been educated in the socialist rule of law for a long time, so it is not good.

Shen An unconsciously clasped his fingers together in front of his chest. Whenever he was unsure or hesitating, he would subconsciously make a small movement. He discussed with Duan Xiao:

"How about...send them to officials?"

Duan Xiao shook his head, shaking his head just because he didn't want to.

If not necessary, he didn't want to get close to anything connected to that imperial city, and all the officials were lackeys of the emperor, but they were all in cahoots.That place made him feel chills all over his body. The deep snow outside the palace walls was as high as half a person, and outside Suoqiu Palace were countless lonely graves and barren mounds.

Shen Huan suddenly thought that there was another transparent person in the air.Although the victim himself is not worthy of expressing his opinion, letting him go home is definitely an infallible idea.

Shen silently pointed to Guo Lin: "This group of people tied him up and made an appointment to trade at the moat beside the city gate tonight. When we first came to Yongzhou City, we simply sold Canghai Pavilion as a favor and handed him and those people over to Canghai The court has dealt with it."

After all, their goal has always been other people's sons, so let's get involved less.As for what Canghai Pavilion will do, the torture method of the Secretary is like thunder, no matter how horrific, it is the grievance of other people's family, what he has to do is to stop Duan Xiao from killing easily.

Having said that, Duan Xiao also noticed Guo Lin in the corner, his tone was a bit sour: "You two met before?"

Heh, more than just acquaintance, the first character with a name and surname I saw when I opened my eyes was him.

But Shen An couldn't say that, the matter of him wearing a book couldn't be explained for a while.In order to prevent Guo Lin from being torn apart by Duan Xiao, it seems that he can't say that he was arrested and tortured in his home.

"Well, there was a relationship."

Shen Shen is vague, but he can't be too specific, and He Xini's peak skill is that he can't explain clearly.

The air around Guo Lin became suddenly cold under Duan Xiao's gaze, and frost flakes floated in front of his eyes.Duan Xiao moved his body without showing any trace, just enough to block between the two of them, so that he could only catch a glimpse of himself from the corner of the silent corner, and spit out a word lightly:

"it is good."

Go to the moat.

Scattered river lanterns are lit by the river, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse in the sky, and the radiance of the river covers the brilliance, which is better than the view of the firewood house with lights.

The carriage frame of the old pavilion master really appeared at the agreed position, and the entire sect exuded the smell of rich and powerful copper, and the bloody BMW with brown-red temples was priceless, so it condescendingly tied it in front of the carriage on the glazed roof Act as a porter.

The old pavilion master stood with his hands behind his back. He was a middle-aged man with a luxurious face. The satin clothes were heavily embroidered, and the gold thread on the top was a bit reflective and dazzling.

The old pavilion master's appearance is not old-fashioned, his face is full of vigor, and he does things vigorously and resolutely, using unscrupulous means.

People call him the old pavilion master, and the word "old" probably means that he loves his son dearly. After he only had one son, his wife was unable to conceive again due to illness, so he pampered him so much that he even passed on the position of pavilion master early. Son, even if he is still a prodigal ignorant dude.

The old pavilion owner is very confident: the family is big and the business is big, let him lose, nothing will go wrong.

However, the old pavilion master may not have correctly realized the strength of his own son's prodigal family if he had this idea.

A long distance away, Guo Lin rushed over:

"--father!"

The cry was shrill, full of grievances.

Those who heard it were sad, those who saw it shed tears, the acting skills were very good, and almost made his father feel sorry for him to death.

Guo Lin had a calculation in his heart, so he felt sorry for today, and when he found out that the emerald key was gone in the future, he would be more gentle when hitting him.

Seeing the reunion of father and son, Shen Huan was in a good mood, and contributed to the great harmony of socialism, and experienced the sense of accomplishment of the enthusiastic passers-by who helped the abducted children go home as told in the legal story.

The old pavilion master coaxed Guo Lin into the car, and summoned two personal guards to stand beside the frame. When he turned around and came back, he changed his face.

The gentle atmosphere of fatherly kindness and filial piety suddenly became turbulent.

The old pavilion master was looking at Shen Han, frowning, his eyes were like an executioner, staring at Shen Han's back.Duan Xiao was more vigilant than him. He never relaxed from the first time he saw the old pavilion master. He clearly realized that he couldn't beat the two guards beside the old pavilion master.

The old pavilion master walked towards them.

Hey, don't, anyway, I'm still your precious son's savior.

Shen An has half of God's perspective, the old pavilion master in the original book is not a good person, he can be regarded as a well-known villain, the number one fanatic who captures the ethereal body, and when he tortures people, he tends to cramp and peel them, bloody. Vice owes the look of being mosaic.

He suddenly worried that something bad would happen at this time, and Duan Xiao might be hurt if he didn't do it, and he began to regret his bad idea of ​​"sending the Buddha to the west". .

It just didn't take into account that the old Pavilion Master had a miserable end, he was not easy to get along with, and he couldn't be wooed.

The old pavilion master began to smirk: "You all saved my son today, and the Canghai Pavilion will definitely thank you."

Shen Huan replied with a fake smile, he didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, why he kept staring at his face, did Grandpa have flowers on his face?

As expected, the old pavilion master only aimed at Shen An: "This young man, can you tell me a little bit about your name, and I will come to pay my respects sometime later."

Shen An is very vigilant, but anyone who digs to the bottom to find out their identity must have something wrong.Even though the young pavilion master didn't know that he was an ethereal body, the old pavilion master was well informed.Duan Xiao touched his arm unobtrusively as a reminder, Shen An continued to smile:

"I don't dare to bear the character of chivalry. My surname is Duan, Duan Nian, and my surname is Qingyun."

Shen Huan opened his mouth to come, and he gave up his thoughts, and his heart was not enough to swallow like a snake, implying that some villains stopped those greedy thoughts that they shouldn't have as soon as possible.

Duan Xiao had a little daydream: He definitely didn't take my surname because he liked me, but what if?

The old pavilion master had been accumulating strength in his left hand, and was about to do something when Guo Lin suddenly lifted the curtain of the car, leaned out half of his body, shouted to his father that he was hungry, and waved goodbye to Shen Han and the others by the way.

After the old pavilion master lingered on Shen Xuan with unclear eyes for a few seconds, he couldn't resist Guo Lin's screams like killing a pig, and waved back.

The coldness in Shen Huan's eyes was growing, and he was really ungrateful, and he crossed the river and demolished the bridge. He felt that the old pavilion master just doubted his identity, and had already intended to arrest him and leave him for torture. After all, it was Guo Lin who made him stop.If he concluded that he was an ethereal body, his status as a savior would be absolutely worthless.

The gesture of waving his hand was to let people deal with the group of people in the black shop, with gloomy features and no mercy.

Shen An clenched his fists tightly and didn't have much opinion of Guo Lin. His father's behavior was really disgusting.

Suddenly, cold knuckles wrapped around his clenched fist, and another hand gently covered his eyelids, and Duan Xiao's deep voice appeared next to his ears:

"If you hate gore, don't read it."

Duan Xiao only guessed half right again, he thought that Shen An hated blood and felt that killing people was disgusting.

Duan Xiao was blaming himself again, he was still too weak, unable to stop the group of people from being disgusted to silence.What's more self-harming is that he himself is also a person who is bound to create blood, even the hand he used to cover Shen Shen's eyes was stained with a lot of blood.

Extremely disgusted, Duan Xiao even felt a dull pain in the bones of the hand covering Shen Huan's eyelid.

In fact, it's not that Shen An can't see life and death, it's just that he can't see the actions of villains.

Duan Xiao is very gentle today, Shen An is almost dazzled in the moment of darkness created by Duan Xiao, breathing lightly, finally breaking free from some indulging moments, his heart beats a little fast, it feels weird.

I covered my eyes, but the sword fell from the Canghai Pavilion for a long time.

Suddenly, a deep blue mist rose high, almost spreading to the horizon, covering half of the full moon.

Duan Xiao could clearly see that the group of people in the black shop disappeared out of thin air under the knife of Canghai Pavilion in the mist.

He let go of Shen Huan, and Shen Huan also saw the vision in front of him.Suddenly remembered, what the group said, come to the riverside to step on the spot, and there are really people to meet them.The mist rose strangely, like some kind of sorcery, even the two Nascent Soul masters accompanying Canghai Pavilion couldn't get rid of it.

Knowing where they dared to be tough with Canghai Pavilion, it turned out that they also had a backer.

The attitude changed, and Shen An didn't care about the small favors and grievances of being covered with sacks at all. Seeing the Canghai Pavilion collapsed, and the person to be killed disappeared from the knife, Shen An felt secretly refreshed.

The blue mist is still spreading, and in the bright and dim distance, a touch of red clothes flashes, bright and charming, boundless and coquettish.

When Shen An still wanted to see clearly, Duan Xiao dragged him away while taking advantage of the chaos.The newly made up fake name won't last long, after all, Guo Lin already knows his name is Shen An, so it would be bad if he was found out.

In a secluded place, they ran far away, and the moat in their field of vision had shrunk into a ray of light, hiding in the cluttered woods, which was considered safe.

Shen silently leaned on the tree trunk and gasped for breath. He couldn't believe that he could run so fast, and his sports talent was exposed.

Shen An supported his waist with one hand, and looked down to see that his other wrist, separated by a layer of thin sleeves, was being held by Duan Xiao, as if there was nothing to touch.

The smoky forest mist hangs on the arch of his eyebrows, and the faintly curved eyebrows look furry, undiminished heroic spirit, adding softness and tenderness.

Shen Huan looked at his wrist, raised his head, and stared at Duan Xiao, the round moon was reflected in Shen Huan's eyes:

Just run away, what are you doing with me?

The run is over, why are you still holding on to me?

Duan Xiao seemed to think of something he shouldn't think of, and let go of his dull white wrist, curled his fingers unnaturally, his heart beat fast, and his Adam's apple rolled.Her complexion was still as white as jade, pretending to be indifferent, but a faint blush rose behind her ears.

Shen An's breathing became heavier, which must be the reason why he hadn't run for a long time.

Cough, in the long night, alone and widowed, sleeping in the woods, there are always some secret embarrassments.

"Gollum—"

Shen An had been hungry for a long time, but he didn't expect that the two of them went out to look for food one after another, but they couldn't find any food, and they were reduced to sleeping in the wilderness.

Shen Mu's stomach growled very well, and Duan Xiao's eyes, which had nowhere to rest, fell on a pheasant.

"Want to eat?"

"Huh? Hmm."

In the blink of an eye, Duan Xiao pinched the neck of the beautiful pheasant.A gust of wind passed by, and Duan Xiao flew back to the river, plucked the chicken, washed it, and removed the internal organs.As soon as he turned around, a bonfire was set up in front of Shen An, and the naked pheasant was placed on top of the flames and roasted in a circle.

The forest is simple and there are no seasonings available. Some fragrant leaves are stuffed into the chicken belly, and the flames are evenly roasting the tender chicken. ten miles.

It's a pity for Shen Huan, it would be better if there was star anise cinnamon rose salt, but he is not a picky person.

Duan Xiao tore off a piece of chicken leg and gave it to him, he took a small bite, his eyes lit up.The outside is charred and the inside is tender, the fragrance is overflowing, and the original taste is not greasy at all.He realized that he was a person who had been starving for a long time, so he ate everything up.

Duan Xiao also gave him the other chicken leg, and controlled himself silently, without reaching out to pick it up, with innocent eyes: "You eat, I'm full."

Duan Xiao didn't talk nonsense with him, pinched the bone at the bottom of the chicken leg, and brought the most tender piece of meat to Shen Mu's mouth.

Shen silently swallowed his saliva, and bit it down obediently, the delicious and elastic taste made him suddenly realize, isn't this the highest state of life that is "full of flowers and spring, full of heart and moon".

With Duan Xiao's hand, he was full after eating the chicken legs to a large extent.He turned sideways and changed his position before realizing: Duan Xiao was feeding me just now? ? ?

......

The night wind was irritating, and the sky was bright, and the two of them slept with their pillows on the wind all night.

After Shen An closed his eyes, he pondered, the emerald key he dug out should be worth a lot of money, and after entering the city, he must exchange it for some silver to treat Duan Xiao to a good meal, to repay him for being eaten by himself. Drop most of the pheasants.

I just heard that strange diseases are rampant in the eyes of the famine recently, and I don't know if the restaurants in the city are still open.Think east and west, and fall into a deep sleep.

Duan Xiao's silent and even breathing made Duan Xiao feel at ease, and still feel a little itchy.

He suddenly wanted to tell Shen An word by word that he was a little tired with the grudges on his back, and he was destined to be covered in blood and filth.I want to confess desperately, no matter what the consequences, just lock him by my side...but I just want to think about it.

Duan Xiao didn't fall asleep much, he seemed to be a little timid because of his hometown. For him, Yongzhou City was as gentle as a sea of ​​hatred.