Our leader can't be so funny

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was an exclamation in the silent night: "There is an assassin——"

Feng Ling suddenly opened her eyes.

Then the exclamation became louder and louder, spreading throughout the entire Wulin League in an instant: "Come here, there are assassins! There are assassins!"

Feng Ling sat up quickly, Ye Fuyi held him down, picked up his clothes and sword, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry about it, I'll go and take care of myself."

Feng Ling nodded, Ye Fuyi kissed him on the forehead, then put on his clothes, turned and went out.

Soon there was the sound of fighting in disorder, which should be in the front yard.Feng Ling held the Fengming Sword in her hand, looked up at the window, heard a creak, and a shadow flashed outside the window, hitting the window with a soft sound.

Feng Ling put on her clothes, grabbed the Fengming sword and swept out of the window, the outside of the house was pitch black, the sky was full of fine rain, the cold wind rushed head-on, bringing a bit of chill, the lanterns on the corridor were shaken by the wind Shaking, the light is twinkling.

The shadow flitted past the end of the long corridor, Feng Ling quickly chased after it, came to a wall, and then saw the shadow flitted out of the wall.

Feng Ling jumped onto the wall, and chased the black shadow for more than ten miles in one breath.

From a distance, one could see a faint light shining in the dark night, but when one got closer, one could find that it was a gazebo, and the light was emitted from the plain white lanterns hanging under the gazebo.

In the gazebo stood a young man in red. He was standing with Feng Ling behind his back and his hands behind his back. His bright red suit looked very strange and mesmerizing in the dark night.

Feng Ling held the Fengming sword tightly, and walked towards the pavilion step by step. After a while, the young man turned around and chuckled: "Meet you again, Master Feng."

Feng Ling stopped in her tracks, frowned and said, "Ye Shaoqin? What is your intention to lure me here?"

"Naturally, there is something to tell. The Martial Arts Alliance has a lot of talk, so they have to make such a bad plan in order not to be disturbed by others."

"Oh, I'm not interested." Feng Ling turned around and left.

"If you were really not interested, you wouldn't have come here." Ye Shaoqin raised his voice, "Master Feng, have you never doubted senior brother?"

Feng Ling stopped, but didn't look back.

"I heard that you lost a piece of memory." Ye Shaoqin smiled.

"It's just an insignificant memory."

"Really? I'm afraid that Feng Jiaozhu doesn't think so in his heart. To be honest, I am really not a good person. You can believe what I say next, or you don't have to believe it. If you don't want to listen, now You can also walk."

Feng Ling didn't move, and turned around slowly.

Ye Shaoqin showed a satisfied smile on his face, and said slowly: "Master Feng probably doesn't know, what we medical sages are most proud of is not using medicine, but using needles. Master created a set of acupuncture methods when he was young. Sealing acupuncture points with gold needles, combined with Menghun San, can suppress people's memories. This set of acupuncture methods was originally created by him for his own use, but he didn't make up his mind after all. Therefore, this set of acupuncture methods has never been used since its creation. No one has tried it until... Feng Jiaozhu appeared. Heh, my brother must have never told you that he was the one who gave you this set of acupuncture back then. If you don’t believe me, you can touch the back of your head. There are three needles in total. , It was all stabbed by the senior brother."

Feng Ling's body shook.

Only Ye Shaoqin said again: "Do you often have some phantoms flashing in your mind, and some scenes will appear repeatedly in your dreams. Those are your sealed memories. This acupuncture method can only seal your temporary memories. Once the time is up, if the recipient does not take out the golden needles in time, he will have a splitting headache until he dies. Three years have passed, and I really did not expect that the senior brother would be so cruel and still not take out the three golden needles for you. "

Feng Ling subconsciously supported the pillar beside her with her hands, bit her lips until she turned white, and after a while, a dry voice came out of his throat: "Continue talking."

"Your memory has been sealed, so you must not remember that you were rescued by your senior brother. You lived in Peach Blossom Valley for a while, and he knew you were the leader of the Demon Cult. With your skills, you accidentally learned that he likes men. In order to get the antidote, you seduced him and slept with him.

Senior brother is a dead-tempered person. He has your body, so he will naturally be responsible for you. He will never go into the details whether it is from the heart or just for the sake of pure morality.You got the antidote as you wished, but unexpectedly learned that your senior brother was with you just to trap you in the name of love, making you give up your ambitions for him, and disband the Demon Cult.

You left angrily, but after a while you found that you really fell in love with your senior brother. You planned a reunion, intending to win his sincerity, but you didn't expect that you only got the senior brother's sword in the end.On the streets of Luoyang, there were people coming and going, he stabbed you 36 times in front of everyone, each sword was merciless, you looked like a poor wretch lying in a pool of blood, tsk tsk, that desperate The look in the eyes, if senior brother really loves you, I'm afraid my heart will be shattered in those eyes.

It is also your fate, it was the right protector in your teaching who saved you in time, your right protector is really loyal, you are seriously injured, and your life is dying, he went to Luoyang to beg your brother to save you, after you wake up You can't kill your brother, but you can't forget him, so you forced him to seal your memory with his own hands. "

"Stop talking." Feng Ling's complexion turned slightly pale.

"...Do you need me to take out the three golden needles for you, Master Feng?" Ye Shaoqin had a slight smug look in his eyes, "Whether what I said is true or not, you will find out when your memory recovers naturally."

"I tell you to shut up." Feng Ling said in a low voice, raised her eyes and gave him a cold look, "I don't care about any grievances between you and Ye Fuyi, Ye Shaoqin, you are so disgusting, this time I will forgive you , if I see you next time, I will definitely kill you."

After saying this, Feng Ling turned around and ran into the night, letting the cold rain hit her face.

He wiped the rainwater off his face fiercely, gritted his teeth and glanced at the direction of the Wulin League, Ye Shaoqin's treacherous smile lingered, Feng Ling was in a mess, because he had a feeling——what Ye Shaoqin said was true .

Thinking of the man in white that often appeared in the dream, he gradually overlapped with Ye Fuyi's figure.With the dim candlelight, the crimson clothes, and the misty rainy night, he seduced Ye Fuyi.

Cracking headache!

Feng Ling hugged her head and slowly bent down/body, letting the cold rain drenched all over her body.

Apart from these, I can't think of anything else.Those lights and shadows dissipated quickly, he couldn't grasp it, only the headache that became clearer and clearer...

Was it really sealed by a gold needle?

His hands fumbled wildly to the back of his head.

can't touch...

can't touch anything...

But the faint pain came from here.

Feng Ling clenched her hands into fists, and slapped the stones beside her fiercely.

Ye Fuyi!

Ye Fuyi——

A fishy sweetness suddenly gushed out of his throat, Feng Ling tried his best to suppress the surging blood in his chest, and swallowed the fishy sweetness fiercely.

He is not a poor guy, if the world wrongs him, he will pay back ten times!

A dim yellow candlelight was flickering in the dark night in the distance. Feng Ling wiped off the raindrops on his face, stood up and walked towards the light. When he got closer, he found that it was an inn. The inn had already turned off the lights. The man is locking the door.

Feng Ling slapped the door open with his palm, and the boy was taken aback: "You—" Feng Ling gave him a hard look and dared not speak any more.

I saw Feng Ling's long and narrow red phoenix eyes emitting a cold light, which could almost freeze to death any creature within ten miles, and then look at the gleaming sword in his hand, the boy knew that this man was probably a legendary murderer without blinking an eye The magician.

Feng Ling went straight to the backyard, and after a while, he was seen leading a black horse and walking out slowly. The aura around him was still so cold that he didn't look like a living person, but rather like a ghost who escaped from hell. .

From the beginning to the end, Feng Ling didn't say a word. The little guy stood in front of the door and watched him lead the horse into the rain again. Gone, walked into the darkness, leaving only a back, lonely.

Yes, alone.

The little guy wiped the cold sweat off his face and let out a long breath. It's really strange, why didn't he think of running away just now?

***

The assassins of the Wulin League retreated step by step, and when there was no escape, all of them suddenly widened their eyes, wanting to bite the poison pill already in their mouths, Ye Fuyi immediately said: "Keep alive!"

The guards rushed forward, and the scene was in chaos.

A moment later, one person was kicked in the chest and fell into a pool of blood with his eyes wide open.

Ye Fuyi stepped forward, stepped on his wrist, and asked sharply, "Who sent you here?"

The assassin's lips were pale, his eyes were wide open, obviously in extreme pain, and after a while he said in a trembling voice: "Ye, Mr. Ye."

"Ye Shaoqin?" Ye Fuyi's complexion changed slightly, he secretly thought something bad, and quickly turned around and ran towards the backyard.

Pushing open the door, the room was quiet, Feng Ling who was supposed to be waiting for him on the bed had disappeared, Ye Fuyi's eyes were cold, and he turned to see the window wide open.

The rain tended to fall harder and harder. Ye Fuyi held the sword in his hand tightly, turned around and stepped into the rain, left the Martial Arts League, and chased along the dark long street. of light.

He was overjoyed, and ran over quickly. When he got closer, he found that it was Ye Shaoqin. He was holding a plain white lantern in one hand, and an umbrella in the other. Standing in the rain, he called out: "Brother."

The rain dripped down his long clothes, and his feet were almost soaked in the puddles on the ground.

Ye Fuyi stared at him solemnly, and after a while, asked, "Where's Feng Ling?"

"He's gone." Ye Shaoqin said flatly.

Ye Fuyi turned around and left, but Ye Shaoqin suddenly stopped him, and shook his head pityingly at him: "You won't be able to chase him back."

Ye Fuyi clenched his fists and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry about it."

The moment he turned around again, Ye Shaoqin said again: "I told him all the shit you did."

Ye Shaoqin's voice was very soft, but it was like a dense needle piercing into his heart, leaving him nowhere to hide and almost suffocating.

Ye Shaoqin suddenly laughed, and his voice was full of pranks: "He knows it all, he knows that you killed him, he knows that you sealed his memory, he knows...you are only with him to control him. "

"You bastard!" Ye Fuyi was so angry that he rushed over and knocked him to the ground with a punch.