Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Duan Yue was so frightened that he almost fell headfirst from the wall, thinking he saw him.

But he saw that his eyesight was empty and he didn't know what to do, he just looked at the top of the peach blossom tree and asked: "If this flower blooms, will you come back?"

It was the first time Duan Yue saw him so fragile, fully exposing all his weaknesses and emotions.

"No more." He stretched out his hand, and stroked Duan Chuchu's face in the air, his eyes seemed to contain a lot of affection: "Master, it's too late."

All belated confessions and deep loves are meaningless.

Suddenly the sky and the earth changed color, dark clouds gathered, and strong winds swept across.

The peach blossom tree was uprooted and fell apart before King Jing's eyes.

It is very similar to the appearance of Duan Yue's sword piercing his heart under the wedding hall at that moment.

Blood overflowed from Prince Jing's peach blossom eyes without warning, like weeping.

Duan Yue tilted his head and looked at him indifferently, his expression didn't even change a bit.

He finally understood the meaning of this dream.

It was just to let him see clearly that Duan Chuchu, whom he was obsessed with, who he loved as a god, and who was cold-hearted, was just a selfish man who only regretted it after losing it.

Without that face, Duan Yue wouldn't even look at him more.

King Jing was blind.

Every night, crying and bleeding.

The imperial doctor was puzzled, because there was nothing wrong with his eyes.

Only Duan Yue knew that this was his self-righteous atonement.

He scalded the throat of his little dark guard with his own hands, he wanted him to come back, and wanted to confess to him.

But he will never understand that it is hard to put a broken mirror back together, and it is hard to get back a broken mirror.

He pulled Duan Yue to the front of his body time and time again to block the knife, and the sharp blade he inserted into Duan Yue's heart time and time again, after years of accumulation, it has been gradually integrated into Duan Yue's body.

Finally, his little secret guard, from the docile and soft fingers in the past, turned into the hard heart of today.

He could never find the old Duan Shiliu again.

King Jing couldn't see anything and could no longer govern.

As the Ninth Prince grew older, Nai Tuanzi, who grew up under the protection of his elder brothers, grew up to be a kind and benevolent gentleman.

Prince Jing passed on the throne to Duan Yunzhou, returned to Prince Jing's mansion, and dismissed all the servants.

Cheng Ming two years.

Snow in June.

He died in front of the cabin where Duan Yue used to live, holding a bone flute made of Duan Yue's little finger in his hand.

He never married another person in his life.

Duan Yue sat beside him, looked down at his quiet and handsome profile, and stroked his black and white long hair with his fingers.

Prince Jing Duan Yunchu had a rough and brilliant life, but died silently.

Only the little dark guard whom he had disliked and missed was by his side.

Duan Qi collected the corpse for King Jing, and soon died protecting his companions during the mission.

Duan Yue's dream, after eight years, finally came to an end.

Sitting in front of King Jing's grave, looking at the three characters "Duan Yunchu" carved on the tombstone, he suddenly felt absurd.

The dream was so real that he couldn't tell which side was reality.

Maybe there was no such thing as rebirth at all, it was just a dream he dreamed up in order to satisfy his wish.

Otherwise, why hasn't he woke up yet?

Duan Yue lowered his head, looked at his hands in a daze, and fell into confusion.

A figure stood in front of him.

It's the 440 that I met a few years ago, the system of Zhao Jingyou.

"How about a deal," he said.

Duan Yue raised his eyes: "What deal?"

"I give you and King Jing the chance to be reborn, but in exchange, you need to complete the task for me."

Duan Yue shook his head: "I have no regrets, and I don't want to be reborn."

What's more, if Prince Jing is reborn, he might as well die.

440 said: "You have no chance to refuse."

Then point to the tombstone.

A transparent Duan Chuchu actually rose from the tomb, turned into a shiny purple pearl, and was held in 440's hand.

Duan Yue's eyes widened: "This is..."

440 spread out the beads in his palm: "The soul of Prince Jing."

Duan Yue stretched his head over, and saw a miniature version of King Jing lying quietly in the purple bead, with black hair and snow skin, as beautiful and delicate as a jade carving.

440 Sound Machine: "After you are reborn, just remember to take me away from Zhao Jingyou, and I will fulfill one of your wishes."

"I do not......"

He wanted to refuse, but 440 didn't give him a chance to speak: "I will send someone to protect you, if the task cannot be completed, both you and Prince Jing will be lost."

Duan Yue frowned, and wanted to run away, but 440 sucked him into his palm as soon as he stretched out his hand, as if possessing a witchcraft.

Duan Yue struggled desperately, only had time to pull a chain from his wrist before falling into a coma.

......

There was a commotion in front of the Jinyi guard.

Duan Fei, the commander of the dark guard battalion, went to the door in person to take Duan Shiliu away.

Commander Lin refused to give way, insisting that Duan Shiliu injured the fourth prince and wanted to apologize when he woke up.

The Jin Yiwei and the Dark Guard camp had already been at odds, and the two confronted each other in the yard. The stalemate lasted for a long time, attracting many Jin Yiwei to watch.

Duan Yue was woken up by the alarm, and snorted: "Noisy..."

He turned over and tried to continue sleeping with his head covered.

A cold and slender hand stretched out, pressed his shoulder lightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't move, it's just bandaged, it will press the wound."

Duan Yue frowned unhappily, and muttered: "Don't touch me..."

The hand paused and quickly retracted.

Duan Yue closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while, before falling into a dream again, he suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes and sat up.

"Duan Chuchu!"

King Jing was startled by the bed, "I am here."

Duan Yue was stunned again, then turned his head to stare at his face in a daze, still not recovering from the dream just now.

"You're not dead?"

"..." Prince Jing paused, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Duan Yue had a severe headache and couldn't help rubbing his head: "Dizzy..."

When he moved, the silver chains around his wrists jingled.

It's something he pulled off the 440 earlier...

Could it be, that was not his dream! ?Did Prince Jing really commit suicide in his previous life?

Duan Yue looked at Duan Chuchu who was still a teenager in disbelief.

Prince Jing was silenced by him.

That gaze was too sharp, as if all his secrets were exposed under these gazes.

He pursed his lower lip and looked away.

After thinking about it, worried that Duan Yue might misunderstand that he was cheating again, he explained: "You fell from the roof, and I happened to be there."

Duan Yue wiped his face.

He didn't have time to think about his own affairs right now, his mind was in a mess, and the words of 440 kept echoing in his mind.

Give him a chance to be reborn with Prince Jing, send him to be reborn with Prince Jing... He has already been reborn, so wouldn't Prince Jing also...?

Duan Yue's eyes were complicated, and he focused on Duan Chuchu's face.

Does this person already have memories of his previous life?

Then why did he still get involved with himself? Didn't he always loathe himself?

Prince Jing felt that there was something wrong with his mood, thought he was afraid of pain, and said, "Your right hand is fine, but the imperial physician said that it may be difficult to hold a sword in the future."

Duan Yue is not very worried about this matter, he has long been mentally prepared, not to mention that in his last life, his right hand has long been useless, and he has always used the left-handed sword.

All he cares about now is whether Duan Chuchu has been reborn.

"You..." Duan Yue hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to probe.Did Prince Jing already know that he was reborn?If you speak rashly, will you show your feet?

Prince Jing gave a "hmm" and turned his head to look at him intently, waiting for him to speak.

This posture of patient listening has never been seen in previous lives.

Duan Yue became more and more confused, he pushed Prince Jing away, and scratched his hair irritably: "You, you stay away from me! Let me be alone."

King Jing knew that he didn't want to see him, so he didn't say anything, he got up and said, "Your commander is here, do you see him now?"

Duan Yue's eyes lit up: "See you!"

Prince Jing stared at the stars in his eyes for a long time, then looked away, and went out in silence.

Duan Fei was stopped by Lin Tong outside the door, talking about a lot of nonsense, his patience was exhausted, and he was ready to rob someone.

He slammed the whip at Lin Tong's feet, and the bluestone slab was cracked inch by inch.

Lin Tong was taken aback: "You, what are you doing!"

Duan Fei sneered: "Master Lin, if you don't give way, the next whip will crack your bones."

At this moment, Prince Jing opened the door and came out.

Lin Tong hid behind him and said incompetently, "Fourth Highness, did you see that! This paragraph of Fei Fei is so bold that he dares to act presumptuously in Jinyiwei!"

Prince Jing turned sideways and moved away from him: "My lord, Duan Shiliu has woken up."

Lin Tong rolled his eyes: "That's just right, if you dare to sneak attack the prince, you should put him in prison and tell him to suffer a lot."

"He is spying on information in the name of His Majesty. The mission is urgent. I'm afraid we can't delay it." Prince Jing looked indifferent, and brushed Lin Tong's hand off his shoulder, "If your lord wants to torture, you have to ask His Majesty's will." .”

Lin Tong frowned.

Prince Jing said again: "Duan Shiliu is deeply loved, if His Majesty finds out that Duan Shiliu was injured in Jinyiwei, I'm afraid he will offend you and damage his official career."

This sentence made Lin Tong jealous, and hurriedly separated the relationship: "What nonsense are you talking about! Duan Shiliu was obviously brought by you, and it has nothing to do with Jin Yiwei. Fourth Highness, don't talk nonsense!"

Prince Jing looked at him indifferently, without saying a word.

Seeing that Lin Tong felt uncomfortable, he snorted coldly and shook his sleeves: "Treat Commander Duan well." Then he led the people away.

Duan Fei sarcastically said, "You bastard."

On the one hand, he greedily wanted to imprison Shiliu and pry some information from him, but on the other hand he was timid and afraid of causing trouble. Seeing that Duan Chuchu could not be used, he resolutely pushed the responsibility on him.

This officialdom is the same as the man on the dragon chair, disgusting.

He took the whip away and walked up to Duan Chuchu.

"Fourth Highness, do you want to stop me?"

Duan Chuchu shook his head, and stepped aside: "Duan Yue is waiting for you."

Duan Fei raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "Duan Yue?"

Duan Chuchu immediately shut up.

Habits are hard to change.

After a while, he said, "Duan Sixteen."

Duan Fei narrowed his eyes, but he didn't look into it, he pushed the door open and went in.

Duan Yue was holding the little yellow book, pressing him to ask him what is the relationship with 440, and what is the relationship with that dream.

The little yellow book was overwhelmed, and he was so self-conscious when he was asked, he retracted into the book and remained motionless, pretending to be dead.

When Duan Fei pushed the door, it was a coincidence that he held up the erotic album and shouted angrily: "If you don't come out again, I will be angry!"