beg for chivalry

"Self-inflicted death? That's really unusual."

Yan Jiubian felt a little surprised, but still said in a teasing tone, "It really makes people wonder, a person like you who can't be killed like a worm would choose to kill himself?"

His gaze turned to the golden crow lying on its back in the burnt ashes.At this moment, the Raksha ghost was covered with scars and could not move, but a smile appeared on his pale face.

Jin Wu said softly: "Shui Jiu, don't you think this death lottery is really wonderful?" He coughed a few times, then laughed softly.

Suoyigui couldn't understand what he said, and frowned, "Wonderful? What's so wonderful? The death sign is written on our death sign, it's death anyway, what's good or bad?"

"But don't you think... since Zuo Buzheng really has the power to reach the heavens, he predicted that I would die by suicide, and that prediction has always been accurate..."

The golden crow and green eyes were scorching, with a frightening cold light in them, and said:

"That is to say, I will not die in her hands, she cannot kill me!"

Yan Jiubian was suddenly terrified, he never thought that the death lottery could be resolved in this way.The assassins in the past always fought in horror after getting the death lottery, and tried their best to avoid the road that might make the death lottery come true, but they didn't know that the death lottery was also a life extension talisman, and the yin and yang of life and death were two poles, which could be exchanged and transformed.

The Cloaked Ghost murmured: "Yes...you are right. I never thought that the death lottery meant this before."

Jin Wu's death lottery is suicide, that is, a life is in his own hands, no one can kill him, only himself.Yan Jiubian suddenly figured out something, he finally understood why Luo Sha was able to fall into the enemy's line in the past Shakara Order, fight bloody and return safely, because Jin Wu knew that he would not die in the hands of the enemy.

Looking at Raksha's pale, bloodless face, he felt as if his heart was being scalded, clusters of small flames gradually sprouted, burning all over his limbs, and a surge of courage surged in his heart.Yan Jiubian sat silently for a while, then smiled sadly, "Then you said that my death sign - 'face cracked' means that I will lose my life with my original appearance?"

"...Yes." Jin Wu nodded slightly.

Yan Jiubian smiled sadly and said, "That's good...it's also very good, at least people still remember my name when they visit my grave later."

The two sat in silence for a while, only hearing each other's rapid and chaotic breathing and the clanging of crossing spears outside.

The clothes-trapping ghost suddenly picked up a scorched black wooden stick from the ground, propped up his body with difficulty, his face showed the usual frivolity and cunning, and said, "But, I don't want to die like this."

With a sneer, he leaned close to Jin Wu's side, staring straight at the face that was very similar to himself.Jin Wu couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart, and at this moment he only heard him say, "Hey, Jin Wu, if you die, there will be many people mourning for you. You are a person who is like the favored son of heaven. No matter how bad you are, you will be worse than me. Be likable."

Seeing his cunning expression, Jin Wu knew that he was having bad thoughts again, so he said coldly, "You are quite self-aware."

Yan Jiubian smiled slightly: "That's right. Your face and your name are really attractive. As long as everyone in the world hears the name of Marquis Ning Yuan, they will already feel a little in awe. They love you very much, even with you. I like it. Although I often hate you, I have to say that your appearance is the best skin I have ever used."

"Thank you for the compliment." Jin Wu sneered, watching him put his hand into his bosom, grope slowly, and asked warily, "What exactly do you want to do, Shui Jiu?"

The Cloaked Ghost took out a short dagger from his bosom.This short dagger was originally a gift from Wu Wugong, the leader of the Martial League, the scabbard is slightly curved, shaped like a goat's horn.He pulled the dagger out of its sheath, only to see echoes on the blade, like ripples in flowing water, flowing brightly under the reflection of the fire.

"What do I want to do?" Yan Jiubian smiled mockingly, "Don't you understand what I want to do all these years?"

He bent down and fiercely stabbed the short dagger at the Golden Crow!Yan Jiubian's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, his face was like a ferocious ghost, he roared loudly.

"I want to kill you! As long as you are gone in this world, no one will call me a counterfeit! I am no longer a plaything of the Yan family, and I am no longer Shui Jiu who is oppressed by others in Houtianlou. I am you! I am in Ningyuanhou The Golden Crow in the mansion is loved by thousands of people!"

The roar oscillated in the dim and scorched ruins, making both ears buzzing.After Yan Jiubian shouted out the call hoarsely, he suddenly seemed to be discouraged, lowered his head, and murmured:

"In your eyes, am I a villain?"

The tip of the dagger slashed across his chest and pierced into the ground, Yan Jiubian didn't pierce his chest, but only scratched some of his clothes with the dagger.Jin Wu didn't move, just lay on his back, quietly looking at the bloody sky.

After a long time, he said, "In my eyes, you are just Shui Jiu, and you have always been."

Yan Jiubian said sadly: "But I want to be a villain. People in the world often say that good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years. I don't want to be a good person. I just want to live and live as long as possible." Yi Gui slowly bent down, using the dagger handle pierced into the ground to support his body.He slowly approached the Golden Crow and pressed their foreheads together.

At this time, their eyes were facing each other at a very close distance, their secluded black pupils met their twinkling green pupils, and their eyes seemed to contain thousands of words, chaotic and chaotic.For a while, they just stared at each other in silence, obviously the two looked exactly the same, but their hearts seemed to be very different.In this deathly silence, they seemed to hear the heartbeat in each other's chest, which was hasty and rapid, weak but firm.

The Clothes Ghost looked at Luo Sha and said softly: "Besides, if I were a wicked person, you would definitely remember me for a longer time, and you would always keep it in your heart."

Jin Wu looked at him, and felt that the blood dripping from their faces melted together, scorching hot like a flame.Yan Jiubian pulled out the short dagger from the ground, grabbed his hand, lifted it slowly, separated his five fingers, and stuffed the dagger into his palm.The ghost took a lot of strength, and the rough pattern on the handle of the dagger was imprinted on the palm of his hand, which was hot and painful.

An ominous premonition flashed through Luo Sha's heart, and he said in a trembling voice, "What are you going to do, Shui Jiu?"

His heart couldn't help but tense, he was afraid that Yan Jiubian would use this short dagger to pierce his heart, pretending to commit suicide as a black-clothed Rakshasa, and even if he wanted to occupy the magpie's nest, he would use his name to make a living go down.

Before Jinwu could struggle, Yan Jiubian tightly grasped Jinwu's wrist and raised the dagger high.The cold light flickered at the tip of the dagger, and the blade was cold and cruel.The Golden Crow was seriously injured, trembling slightly but unable to break free.Luo Sha gritted his teeth, and lifted his knees against Yan Jiubian's chest and abdomen, but Yan Jiubian just gave a heavy blow and was not pushed away.

"Get out of the way, Shui Jiu!" Jin Wu roared, "Don't stop me from killing Zuo Buzheng, let me out!"

The Cloaked Ghost held the Golden Crow firmly, and said with a smile, "No, it's me who wants to go out, and I'm the one who used your name."

During the fierce fight, the Golden Crow struggled desperately, with blood flowing from his body.Their fists and feet met for a moment, and their eyes met. Jin Wu looked into Yan Jiubian's eyes, and couldn't help being a little dazed.For some reason, he actually saw sadness in the eyes of this former colleague and present enemy.Yan Jiubian's eyes were as cold as water, seemingly peaceful and calm, but there were turbulent waves in the dark.

At the moment when the eyes met, Jin Wu's whole body felt like smoke, and the past suddenly emerged from his mind.

He thought of Zhongzhou five years ago, in the dreary wind and rain, the dark night when the ghost and Luosha stood in the dimly lit upper courtyard and clashed their fists.

Recalling that when he was still in Tongle Temple in Houtianlou, he sat on the top of a ginkgo tree and gnawed hawthorn fruit, and Yan Jiu, who dropped the seeds under the tree, became full of hair.Yan Jiu became furious, his face flushed with anger, and he shook the tree to drive him down.

I still think of the time when they rested in the octagonal pavilion.At that time, he had just received the Shravaka and came back from a near-death situation. His whole body was wounded and he couldn't move like he is now. Yan Jiubian changed the fine cloth for his wound every day, and the decoction that he suffered so much that he couldn't swallow it. Sitting next to him, he triumphantly recited Su Nu Jing and Dong Xuanzi, and taught him strange and weird intercourse techniques.

The two of them used to walk through the blood and rain, pulling each other out of the pile of corpses.Jinwu recalled the scene when he was holding Yan Jiubian's hand tightly. That hand was covered with greasy blood, and it looked extraordinarily warm in the cold corpse. Don't dare to relax.

Now the two of them are holding hands tightly.Yan Jiubian tightly held his right hand holding the dagger, as if he could not shake it a little bit like iron clamps.

All the past is gone.I don't know when, they have changed from the original jokes to the current deep hatred.

Luo Sha closed his eyes, he was waiting for Yan Jiubian to stab the dagger into his heart.

But the sharp pain was delayed, instead, warm liquid droplets fell on the face first, one drop after another, slipped over the cheeks, and fell into the temples.

Jin Wu opened his eyes in a daze, only to see that in the darkness, Yan Jiubian's face was as red as blood reflected by the flames.He closed his eyes, tightly clutching the hand of the Golden Crow holding the dagger.The tip of the dagger rested on his cheek, and moved little by little until a deep mark was drawn under his eyes.

He carved the only scar on his face that was different from the Raksha ghost.

Yan Jiubian opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with desolation.He put down the dagger, wiped his bloody side face, grabbed some dust from the ground and spread it on the wound, mocking himself:

"Now, no one can tell us apart."

The Clothes Ghost let go of Jin Wu's hand, put the dagger into its sheath, and tied it around his waist.He dragged out the corpse of a Houtianlou assassin from the charred ashes at the side, took off the black silk military uniform on it, put it on his body, and picked up the Tianyu Iron Knife that had fallen to the side.

At this time, he was dressed in the night clothes of an assassin, except for a pair of bewildered eyes, he looked like a Rakshasa in black.

Jin Wu suddenly understood what he was going to do, his heart couldn't help being shocked, and he stared blankly at his movements.

Before he could grab the corner of Yan Jiubian's clothes, Yan Jiubian came to his side first, and took out a small magnolia white medicine bottle from his arms, and poured out a flat and round medicine bottle from inside. Fruit beans.There are strands of red thread on the fruit, bright red like blood, it is the poisonous blood bitter fruit.Eating it can teach the dying person to cheer up, and even stand up to kill the enemy. Unfortunately, the poison is too powerful, and most of them will make the person who eats it lose their lives.

Yan Jiubian looked at the blood bitterness, and said with a smile: "I knew you would bring this thing with you. After the third lady used it for you once, you became addicted. If you hadn't eaten these poisonous beans, How can you hold on until now?"

"Jin Wu, I'll feed you another one." Yan Jiubian said, stuffed a blood bitter fruit into Jin Wu's mouth, and smiled slyly. "As for when you die later, I don't care. Anyway, I'll go down first and wait in hell to trip you up."

After saying this, the Clothes-trapping Ghost limped to his feet, and headed for the exit that was surrounded by assassins from the Houtianlou.

Jin Wu struggled and said, "Don't...don't go..."

This clothes-snatching ghost wanted to pretend to be him, and distract the Houtianlou assassins outside!But the Golden Crow knew very well that if he took a step out of the burnt ruins, he would be pierced through by dozens of sharp blades glowing with cold light, and his life would be ruined.

But the Cloaked Ghost didn't listen to him, and stretched out his hand to push the scorched wood apart. The fire outside hadn't extinguished yet, and when his hand touched it, it was scorched and scorched.He gritted his teeth tightly, propping up the pieces of broken wood that were in front of him one by one.His hands were burnt bright red and covered with blood.

A hole was opened in the broken wood, and a bright flame came directly.In the dusty dust, Yan Jiubian looked back disappointedly.

His eyes were bright, as if falling into the fine stars, very much like the two of them when they first met.

"This is the last time."

Yan Jiubian said with a smile, turned around and walked into the sea of ​​fire.

"I want to borrow your name for the last time."