I want it all

Shen Feiyun didn't go to help, but just stood quietly at the door, leaning lazily on the door frame, watching Yan Si silently for a long time.

It wasn't until the sun was shining and the corpses piled up all over the ground were buried in the ground that he felt his cold and constricted heart come alive again.

Seeing Yan Si get up, he sighed and said, "In ten days, remember to come and deliver my medicine. Also, there is still enough rice here, but there are no dishes."

He spit out the Jiuzhuan Yuechong Pill and burned it, but he still pretended to cherish his life in front of Yan Si, fearing that the other party would forget to understand the medicine, so he seriously instructed him.

As for the food, he was very hungry now, and his tongue was bitter, so he answered the question naturally.

"I will deliver the medicine." Yan Si said slowly, rolling his eyes, staring at Shen Feiyun woodenly, "I'm afraid there are no dishes... Mr. Shen is too particular..."

Shen Feiyun was uncomfortable being stared at by this gaze, so he had no choice but to politely say: "Trouble, Su Lang and I don't want to starve to death here."

"You can't die from hunger." After Yan Si said three short words, he leaned over to pick up the coffin, lifted it up with one hand, and nodded to Shen Feiyun to signal his farewell. Then he walked away lonely without saying a word.

The warm sun hung high and fell on him, casting a narrow round shadow and a long square shadow.

Shen Feiyun watched him pass by the faded red flag, disappear behind the cloth shed, then reappear, drift away, and walk towards the living clansmen.

Shen Feiyun looked carefully for a long time, and felt that there were not too many people who died, and there were still many people who surrendered directly, and felt better after all.

He waited until the people with big fists gradually became smaller, and became as big as ants again, densely packed into the sky, before he turned and returned to the Bie Xue wine shop.

He didn't go to see Su Lang, but walked back to the aisle and looked at the old man Hushui from a distance at the end.

"Shen, Fei, Yun..."

The old man Hu Shui's voice became even hoarse and deep, and if it was softer, even Shen Feiyun, who had sharp ears and eyes, would not be able to hear his cries and begging for mercy clearly.

At this moment, Shen Feiyun also began to hesitate. The previous determination to kill the old man of Hushui was no longer as firm as it was before, and redundant thoughts began to spread, replacing it with the determination to exclude him.

Perhaps, this person is not useless, he must die alone here, no one mourns for him, no one knows his news and survival.

Perhaps, he can also come in handy.

"Shen, Fei, Yun..."

The old man Hushui squirmed and crawled towards the end of the aisle, pulling the wooden planks, inch by inch with great difficulty and slowness.

His eyes protruded, and blood pooled around his eye sockets. When he could not climb ten inches, a line of red blood tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Shen... Yun..."

The old man Hushui tried his best to call out Shen Feiyun's name, but his voice was softer than the wind waving his hands, and the word "Fei" in the middle disappeared from his mouth.

He was weak and unwilling, and flicked his fingers a few times, as if he wanted to grab the wooden board again to move forward, even if it was only an inch, even if it was only a centimetre, he was unwilling to give up.

He was so stubborn, struggling to survive, his appearance was extremely ugly, but Shen Feiyun only felt pity for him.

This is indeed the luck of old man Hushui. The person standing here is Shen Feiyun. If it were Su Lang, he would have already sealed his throat with a sword, so that he would not be able to make any sound.

"While I was outside, I suddenly remembered," Shen Feiyun put his arms around his arms, and said calmly, "My blood seems to take two special antidote, so I don't have to die."

The old man Hushui originally thought that Shen Feiyun came to witness his miserable situation, to see how he died in a tragic way, but unexpectedly he came back from a desperate situation and heard such a sentence.

Under the torment of the poisonous blood, he was already exhausted, and the words just now could be regarded as flashbacks, but when he heard the words that could survive, he immediately burst out with a thrilling desire to survive, and he kowtowed heavily at Shen Feiyun.

He cried and begged, "Forgive me."

These three words were spoken very crisply, loudly and crisply, they could hardly be regarded as the words of a dying person, people who didn't know would think that he was strong and strong.

Shen Feiyun counted the time, felt that the other party was really powerful, he could not die until now, and hesitated for a long time, thinking that if the other party died while he was thinking, that would be God's will.

Probably the old man Hushui's life should not die, God wanted him to continue to linger in this world, so when Shen Feiyun came up with the answer, he still hadn't died.

"I want you to do something." Shen Feiyun stepped forward, and like a magic trick, he took out a bright red pill from his bosom.

He squatted down, lowered his head and said, "Go back to Chang'an, find Shen Zhao, and tell him to increase troops on the northeast border of Jizhou, and take precautions with Jizhou Mu. The movements are light and don't alarm people. Remember to keep it secret, don't call Xu Qingyun and Shi Liping, or Anyone else got wind of it."

The old man Hushui nodded sharply, and after nodding, he was finally exhausted, and he fell down on the blanket completely, and slowly closed his eyes.

Shen Feiyun tapped the life-saving acupoints of the old man Hushui, without further delay, he directly slapped the red antidote into the opponent's mouth.

After a while, the old man in the lake continued to breathe, and his heartbeat began to recover.

Shen Feiyun warned: "Even Xu Qingyun doesn't have the antidote. I only make one pill, and the rest will only be discussed when I return to Chang'an. Don't try to deceive me."

"I...I...know..." the old man Hushui said intermittently.

Shen Feiyun knew that this person was not trustworthy, but the situation was special, and he had no choice but to use him. He thought that he had done what he should do and said what he should say, so he could only do his best and obey the destiny.

He picked up the collar of the old man Hushui, led him into the guest room, and finally warned: "This poisonous blood needs to take two antidotes, but I only have one, and the effect is hard to say, don't take chances, you Not my opponent."

"Don't dare." The old man Hushui was paralyzed on the bed, very aware of current affairs.

Shen Feiyun nodded, with a calm face, not expressing whether he believed it or not.

He directly took off the fan pendant, threw it beside the pillow, and said: "Bring this ice jade that has accumulated for many years, father will know it immediately."

"clear."

After Shen Feiyun finished speaking, he didn't care about the other party's answer, turned around to cover the door for others, then walked away and returned to Su Lang's bedroom.

"Who?" A weak and alert voice sounded in the room.

Shen Feiyun was pleasantly surprised, Su Lang seemed to be half-conscious, otherwise he wouldn't be able to distinguish his footsteps, but it was really not easy to regain consciousness so quickly.

Thanks to Su Lang being young, full of internal energy, and extremely strong desire to survive, he was able to resist this purgatory torture and pain.

"It's me." Shen Feiyun sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Su Lang's cheek.

"Shen Feiyun?" Su Lang tried to open his eyes, but without the extra strength, he could only call out in a low voice.

He wanted to reach out and hold Shen Feiyun's hand, or grab the other's sleeve or hem, or hug him directly, but he couldn't move.

Noticing this, Shen Feiyun reached directly into the quilt, pulled out Su Lang's hand, and intertwined his fingers.

"Let me ask you, can you tell me the truth?" Shen Feiyun said softly.

However, Su Lang lost his movement. Hearing Shen Feiyun's voice, holding warm and slender hands, and smelling a reassuring breath, he no longer had any extravagance, and fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Feiyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, took off his boots, and lay down under the quilt.

Knowing that the person lying next to him is Su Lang, and thinking that the person sleeping with him is Qi Yuwen, this feeling is very different.Although the former was in a very bad situation, his heart was very dignified and sad, but there was still an indescribable faint sweetness.

Shen Feiyun hadn't slept all day and night. Up until now, he had exhausted his mind and body, and was exhausted. Not long after his head touched the pillow, he went to see Duke Zhou, but he was worried in his heart, so he couldn't sleep deeply, and he would wake up instantly with just a little noise.

Because the room was isolated from the outside, the room was pitch-black, and I don't know how long it took, about a few hours later, Shen Feiyun was woken up by the movements of the people around him.

He restrained his breathing, pretending to be still asleep, and soon came hot breath from the side of his face.

Su Lang was seriously injured, almost passed through the gate of hell, and has been feverish since last night, so his body and breathing are also hotter than usual.

It stands to reason that Su Lang should have just woken up, his consciousness may not have recovered much, and he was extremely weak and had no strength, but when he saw Shen Feiyun, no matter how hard he was to restrain himself, he couldn't help kissing the person's face heavily.

The clasped hands tightened, as if they wanted to stick to each other for a lifetime and never let go.

This pervert.

Shen Feiyun's cheeks were slightly red, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart.

He thought Su Lang would do something when he woke up, but he came to kiss him.Su Lang, with Mo Tingfeng's face on that day, came to say goodbye to him for the last time, and he couldn't help kissing him, touching and hugging him unrestrainedly.

Shen Feiyun was amused, and could no longer pretend to be asleep, so he could only ask: "What did you do just now?"

Su Lang didn't expect that he would be caught, and in a daze, he forgot to pretend to be Qi Yuwen, and only thought that he was exactly what Su Lang looked like, while Shen Feiyun had no qualms, and slept with him intimately, in his heart Not to mention how happy it was.

In fact, he was awakened by the pain, and the pain has been unspeakable, but since he couldn't resolve it, he had no choice but to endure it silently, and in the interval of pain, he felt a little different taste.

"Hungry." Su Lang didn't want to answer Shen Feiyun's teasing, so he spit out the word, and then said the word "thirst".

Shen Feiyun had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and get up, ready to pour tea for the cook, but...

"Let go." He patted the back of Su Lang's hand, and couldn't help laughing angrily.

Su Lang gripped even tighter, and how much strength he had, Shen Feiyun was able to leave with just a light struggle, but Shen Feiyun was also greedy for this hard-won warmth, and did not want to let go first.

"No..." Su Lang shook his head with difficulty, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like the worst wind instrument.

Shen Feiyun had no choice but to softly say like coaxing a child: "Soon, I'll come back as soon as I go. You haven't eaten for two days. If you continue like this, you will die of thirst and starvation."

"No..." Su Lang said stubbornly, "Not hungry, not thirsty..."

Seeing that he couldn't let it go, Shen Feiyun scolded "nonsense" with a smile, and stood up.

Su Lang woke up suddenly, staring at his cold eyes, but because of the darkness in the room and his extreme weakness, he could only see a blur of blackness.

He said bitterly: "Don't go."