As a scumbag, I took a stand-in script

The words Xiao Yunjian said just now were so light and calm.

It's the only way he can tell if he has completely let go.

Ling Zhi gripped Xi Yu's scabbard tightly.

"Brother Ling Zhi, Xiao Feng masters him..." Qing Lin was still chattering.

Ling Zhi suppressed his anger and said, "Stop talking!"

Qinglin was taken aback by him, but Xiao Yunjian comforted her.

Xiao Yun remonstrated: "Tomorrow there will be people coming from the Supreme Immortal Sect, so please trouble Master and join them in destroying Manfanglou."

Ling Zhi responded, and then asked, "What about you?"

Xiao Yunjian stroked his wound lightly, and said with a smile, "I'm gone. I've already figured it out. Since the snake demon wants to drag me into the water, he won't kill me in the near future. I can wait for the supreme The Immortal Gate will hand it over, please rest assured, Master Uncle."

He took half a step back and saluted respectfully again.

Seeing that Ling Zhi was about to mobilize his spirit energy to heal himself, he hurriedly stopped him: "It's just a little bluffing, but it's not a big deal. Since Master Uncle has been injured by protecting me, there is no need to waste spirit energy for me. I'm healed."

Ling Zhi didn't listen to what he said, and waved his hand to heal Xiao Yunjian's wound.

Xiao Yunjian dodged for a while: "It's really not necessary."

Ling Zhi's heart froze, he stopped his movements, and said, "A Jian, I have something to tell you."

Xiao Yunjian smiled slightly: "I'm tired, uncle. Besides, Qinglin is also frightened, please ask uncle to comfort me. If you have anything to say, there will be time to talk about it tomorrow."

His attitude could not withstand any criticism, so Ling Zhi had no choice but to swallow his words back.

He could only say: "Ajian, you used the secret technique, and your spiritual power was damaged. I will help you recover some of it when someone from the Supreme Immortal Sect arrives tomorrow."

Xiao Yunjian nodded: "Okay. In fact, there is not much loss. It is far less than that of my uncle, so don't worry. I didn't sleep last night, and I was really sleepy. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

He was extremely polite.

Ling Zhi had no choice but to close the door for him.

After walking a few steps, his gaze was still fixed on the door lock.

Such words of his...he probably still bears a grudge against himself.

Xiao Yunjian sat in the room for a long time, watching the moon drooping, finally quiet.

He sighed a long time, got up, and packed up the luggage that he didn't have.

Turned out of the window, and left the guest house through the back door.

He was walking aimlessly on the deserted streets.

Ruthless and no sword, only alone.

The moonlight cast his figure vaguely on the bluestone road, and dragged it long and slender.

He raised his head to look in the direction of the guest, and then lowered his eyes for a moment.

He told Jia Cui what he heard, but he said it to himself.

How he wished those words were true.

Unfortunately, even if the sword is broken and his face is disfigured, he still seems to be infatuated with Ling Zhi.

A heart that is full can only hold Ling Zhi.

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy.

The misfortunes he did in the past are all retribution now.

He couldn't help thinking many times, if there was really nothing——

There is no person in the painting, no green scales.

Only his real pain fell on Ling Zhi.

Now the person who blames himself and is accused by thousands of people should also be himself.

There is no if.

Someone in my mind was clamoring: "Forget it, forget it..."

He also opened his mouth, dumbfounded and unable to make a sound.

But the mouth shape is really the same: "Forget it..."

So what if you love him?

So what if he doesn't love himself?

forget it.

Xiao Yunjian clutched his chest, panting hard.

But the next moment was pierced by pain.

His face was pale, without a trace of blood.

It was only dark before his eyes, and he fell straight down.

His expression was in a trance, and he wanted to support the wall to stabilize.

But my body was limp and I couldn't do anything.

In a daze, he felt someone supporting him.

He couldn't see who was coming, so he could only spit out two words from his voiceless voice: "Ling Zhi..."

After a long time, he calmed down and looked up at the person who came——

It was Yan Chongyu!

Yan Chongyu was covered in dirt and blood, but he seemed to be in high spirits.

He helped Xiao Yunjian to the side and sat down, and explained: "Just now, almost everyone in Manfang Building left, and only two people were left to guard me. I played tricks, escaped, and set fire to Man Fang Tower burned down."

It turned out that this was the reason why Jia Cui and the others left in a hurry.Xiao Yunjian understood it, and just wanted to tell Yan Chongyu that he had recovered his spiritual power.

However, he felt heartbroken again, as if an ax had split his chest.

The eyes are blood red, and the sky and the earth are all red.

In a panic, he could only hear Yan Chongyu kept asking him: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

But he seemed to have a sign, and suddenly uttered a sentence: "Chongyu, I may not live long..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Yan Chongyu hurriedly dragged Xiao Yunjian's nearly fainted body into the alley when he heard footsteps.

Seeing that the person who came was a watchman, he breathed a sigh of relief just now, and said: "You just recovered your spiritual energy all of a sudden, and you used a lot, how could you die?"

Xiao Yunjian struggled to take a few deep breaths, the nausea made him cough crazily.

Yan Chongyu patted him on the back, but sharply saw that what he vomited was black blood.

In the black, it is full of foul air.

Yan Chongyu turned his head away, saw that the wound on Xiao Yunjian's forehead had festered, and asked in surprise, "You forced that medicine out of the wound?"

Xiao Yunjian nodded in bewilderment, his five senses seemed to have lost most of his five senses at this moment, and his eyes and ears were not clear.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally heard the beating of gongs and drums by the watchman.

He took a long breath, like a dying fish, finally saw a trace of clear spring.

The whites of his eyes were horribly red, and his face had decayed like a real dead person.

He moved his body slightly, and looked in Yan Chongyu's direction.

He seemed a little surprised: "Chong Yu, you escaped?"

Yan Chongyu was stunned for a moment, knowing that he was a little confused, so he nodded again, and told him about the burning of Fanglou yesterday.

Xiao Yunjian stood up unsteadily, and said, "That's good."

His eyes were not as clear as in the past, and the redness also cast a layer of mist on his eyes.

He stroked his wound lightly, and the ground he touched was covered in black blood.

He grinned again, and repeated: "Chong Yu, I may really not live long... I can feel that the spiritual power in my body has disappeared at an extremely fast speed. Now there is no spiritual power to support , consumption... is my fate."

He waved his hand, and said again: "At that time...in order to track Xiang, I threw away all my clothes. I didn't wear those masks of yours either. I'm really sorry, Chong Yu."

Yan Chongyu couldn't bear it, he didn't dare to look Xiao Yunjian directly in the eyes, and only said: "It's okay."

Xiao Yunjian said calmly again: "Please, help me find a bamboo hat, I can't go out to meet people so carelessly."

He has come to such a field, and he is afraid of scaring others.

Yan Chongyu hummed, and he said again: "If you don't have any money, you can pawn this thing."

What he took out from his body was the green bamboo jade pendant.

Xiao Yunjian rubbed his fingers over every trace of the knife, all of which were engraved by Ling Zhi's red eyes.

But he finally gave it to Yan Chongyu, and only said: "Be it."

Be it.

Also... forget it.