beg for chivalry

Jin Wu suddenly woke up from his dream.

He shivered, and he didn't know when he fell asleep on the table, his clothes were blown cool by the cold spring breeze.The ale liquid had already overflowed the table, drenching the sleeves of his robe, but he didn't realize it.He dreamed of the past.At that time, he was still the Raksha in black in Houtianlou, and Zuo Sanniang was still the third young lady.They wandered around in Haijin, swimming on trusting horses.

He knocked his head with his fist, but still had a splitting headache and was lethargic and drowsy.Breathing is hot, as if a fire is burning in the body.Jin Wu sat dazedly for a while, only then did he realize that he was not drunk just now, but passed out.

The poison of one aspect and one taste is like a blunt knife swallowed into the stomach, cutting him off bit by bit.He has been suffering from this poison for two years, so he has naturally learned how powerful it is.At first, it was just pain, but every time it was like ten thousand ants devouring his body, his lungs were about to burst. When the first attack occurred, he curled up and rolled into the pond, bumping into stones like crazy, which frightened Zuo Sanniang very much; A year ago, he often felt dizzy and fell asleep unconsciously. Sometimes he was eating dinner, and the chopsticks fell down before he took a few bites.Now he still vomits blood, his health is getting worse day by day, and he is afraid that one day he will sleep for a long time.

"...Trash." Jin Wu scolded himself, but his legs were weak, and a sharp stabbing pain seemed to go from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, making him unable to stand up.He sat in silence for a while, then beat his legs angrily, and slammed the wine and dishes on the table on the ground.

He suddenly felt hopeless.

How many days are left?

God's will tricks people.When he was a Rakshasa in black, he wished that he would die soon so as to make that wicked woman Zuo Buzheng sad, but he is no longer Jin Wu.When he finally regained the name Jinwu and lived a stable life, he had few days left to live.

I can't die yet.Jin Wu thought.If he died, what would Zuo Sanniang do?What about Aunt Mu who stayed in Jiading Jinfu?He didn't explain everything about Zuichunyuan, and he didn't say hello to Kibe's people.And... and... Wang Xiaoyuan.

Someone came up with a bowl of medicine, Jinwu turned his head abruptly, only to see it was Sanniang.She changed into a red skirt with gold trim that she loved to wear in the past, and she hadn't seen this outfit for several years.

"Fifth brother?" She tilted her head to look at him. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Jinwu panted slightly. "No...no." He forcefully took the medicine bowl from her hand, but he was so uncomfortable that he could hardly hold it. After hesitating for a moment, he turned it on the long table.

"You look like a ghost now, not a human." Seeing his blue eye sockets and trembling wrists, Sanniang murmured.

Jin Wu leaned his head on the table weakly, said. "I've always been a ghost...how have I ever been a human being?" He was a little chilly, his teeth chattering, and he called Sanniang intermittently, "Bring...a cloak for me."

"Are you cold?" Sanniang asked, seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, she asked again, "Where do you put it?"

"...in the room." Jin Wu shrank even tighter, and squeezed out two words from his teeth.

When he got the cloak, he had already rolled from the bench to the ground, and fell into a pile of broken porcelain and pottery.Sanniang was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward to help him.The moonlight streamed down on his face, and the black shirt made his face look as pale as snow.Sanniang wrapped the cloak around him and asked in a low voice, "How is it now?"

Jin Wu coughed a few times, he was a little dizzy from the fever, he just shook his head slightly.

Sanniang frowned and said, "Fifth Brother, there is something I don't know whether I should say..."

"……Um."

"Do you still remember a little girl named Ah Yao? Have you seen her?" Sanniang said, "She...she seems a little weird."

Jin Wu reluctantly opened his eyes to look at her.He was a little delirious now, and it took him a lot of effort to remember the herb-gathering girl with her braids and the medicine basket on her back. When she saw him, she blurted out that he was a "raksha in black".He paused for a while, and said, "...Yan Jiubian."

San Niang changed color slightly.

He said: "That little girl and Yan Jiubian are in the same group... He hasn't left yet, he's around here."

Sanniang said anxiously: "Since that's the case, why did you let Ah Yao go?"

Jin Wu coughed for a while and said. "She's not from Houtianlou... There's no need to get rid of her, not to mention...I've expected Yan Jiubian's actions, and Pengmen has..."

"What's the matter?" Sanniang asked eagerly, but saw that Jinwu's expression changed slightly, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and he bent down little by little.

He immediately covered his mouth and coughed violently until he couldn't breathe, as if he wanted to vomit his internal organs.When he let go of his hand, he saw that his hand was scarlet red, and blood dripped from between his fingers drop by drop, Jin Wu was stunned, just when he wanted to speak, blood gushed out of his mouth.

This time, the pain from the poisonous hair was extremely violent, as if he had fallen into a cage with knives and knives, his whole body was riddled with holes.

Sanniang gasped for breath, and called out: "You... are you okay?" But he had already fallen down first, his body was still heaving and trembling, coughing up some blood foam, and then his breath became weaker and weaker , motionless.

She looked at the golden crow lying on the ground, and reached out to touch it. "Fifth brother?" He didn't hear his answer.So she put her hands around her mouth, leaned close to his ear and shouted leisurely: "Five-brother-brother."

Sanniang turned Jinwu's face and looked at it quietly for a while, the blood beads slipped into the palm of her hand, and crumbled into bright red with a light grip.

The corners of her mouth suddenly trembled into a deep smile, which seemed to be expected, but extremely joyful.She only heard her calling softly, "Fifth brother...Jin Wu...Young master?"

After confirming that the man had indeed passed out, the girl stretched out her hand to caress her cheek, rubbed it for a moment, and finally rubbed off a human skin mask.

The face under that mask was not Zuo Sanniang, but a cruel smiling face.Yan Jiubian threw the mask aside, bent over and stared at the unconscious Jinwu with interest.

"One step too late." Yan Jiubian murmured, frowning uncontrollably, "Oh, it's best if you strike while you're awake. It's a lot of fun to be hacked into pieces in your sleep."

He followed Ah Yao all the way, and he knew where they were temporarily staying, so he forced Ah Yao to play before killing her, and he has been waiting for the opportunity to strike after that.And now his chance has come.Zuo Sanniang seemed to be busy looking for a place to cook medicine in the East Kitchen, he remembered her face, so it was no problem to dress up as her.

What he was most afraid of was that the Golden Crow would see through his disguise, but tonight, with God's help, it was the time when Yixiang blindly became poisonous.So in the confusion and pain, Jinwu didn't realize that he was pretending to be the "Three Niangs".

When he was a Rakshasa in black, he always stared at him with extremely sharp eyes, but now he just hangs his head lifelessly, with his eyes closed tightly, like a quiet porcelain figure.Yan Jiubian stood for a while, reached out and touched Jinwu's cheek, his fingers slowly cruising.He looks like a black-clothed Rakshasa everywhere, but for some reason the Master Zuo can see the difference between the two of them.

Yan Jiubian looked at that face indifferently, and drew the dagger to stick it against Jinwu's cheek, as if he wanted to cut where to start.Did he peel off the skin that taught him to love and hate, or gouged out those sharp eyes like knives?The mouth that always spits out sharp words is also extremely hateful, and it can be cut off.He was in a bit of trouble, but at this moment his gaze fell to the corner of Jinwu's eyes.

There was a scar on it.And there is only one person in the whole world who can leave a scar on Jin Wu's face two years ago.

Yan Jiubian stared blankly for a long time, and suddenly realized that with this scar, Jinwu was quite different from the other assassins.He put down the dagger, turned to grab Jin Crow's neck, and slowly tightened it.The skin is still hot, and the light blue veins are slightly raised.

"I'm going to kill you, young master." He said with a naive and confused expression.

The laughter in the lobby can be heard in my ears, and the drunken punches of merchant porters can be heard everywhere.This is the back hall, the man will not come for the time being, even if he wants to dismember the Golden Crow here, no one will notice.

But he also felt a little dissatisfied, it would be too boring to kill this person so easily.Yan Jiubian loosened his grip on the man's neck, leaving behind five red fingerprints.He got up and tore off the red skirt on his body, revealing the jet black clothes.After finishing all this, he kicked the Golden Crow with the toe of his boot. "Get up, young master."

But Jinwu didn't move much, curled up on the ground as if dead.So Yan Jiubian stomped heavily on his spine, "Aren't you always arrogant? Aren't you so proud that you never bow your head? Damn, are you willing to be trampled on the soles of your feet like this?" An unknown fire suddenly surged into my heart , Yan Jiubian grabbed his back collar suddenly, and fell on the nanmu table leg, "Open your eyes! I want you to see that I am here to take your life with my own hands!"

But Jinwu didn't open his eyes, nor did he wake up, there was a gradually darkening bloodstain on his front, he looked dying and dying.

Yan Jiubian kicked him over, stomped on Jinwu's head with his leather boots, and ruthlessly crushed it to the ground.He didn't stop abruptly until there seemed to be a slight click of bones on the soles of his boots.

"Am I feeling bored?" he said to himself. "Indeed, there's really nothing interesting in torturing a sick and consumptive ghost. What I want to kill is the black-clothed Rakshasa, the evil ghost who can overthrow the top ten of the Jianghu list by himself. Now this sick bastard has a walker They can be strangled to death."

He suddenly didn't want to kill the Golden Crow.But his thoughts are as sinister as his, and he can find tricks at his fingertips.Yan Jiubian suddenly had a flash of inspiration, he wanted to make this life worse than death, and then die slowly in pain and torment.

So he thought about it, tore the Luo skirt into strips, grabbed Jinwu's wrist and dragged him to the side of the pillar, while tying his hand to the stone pillar.Jin Wu lowered his head, blood dripped down his chin, and his whole body leaned limply on the pillar as if a bone had been pulled out.

After finishing everything, Yan Jiubian leaned comfortably on the hemp chair.He looked at the moon shadow, counting the time in his mind.He is waiting for someone, and only when this person arrives can his poisonous plan work.At this moment, he was satisfied, and he couldn't help murmuring with a smile. "...The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is time to kill."

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