Reincarnation of the powerful minister

Fuyin, like a lost dog, hid in the culvert from dawn to dusk.

He lost the cultivation base he relied on to protect himself. Relying on his body soaked in secret medicine all year round and the remaining zhenqi in his meridians, he barely managed not to be backlashed by the exercises, but those monster-like blood-colored pupils could no longer Restored to their original.

This eye color is equivalent to writing the identity of the remnants of Yinjianmen on his face. Fuyin dare not see the light, fearing that if someone finds out and reports to him, he will still not be able to escape the torture in Beizhen Fusi Prison.

Knowing that night was coming, he half-covered his face with a torn scarf, stole some medicinal materials from the backyard of the pharmacy, and hid in a private house.

The private house was rented by Han Ben before, and it was convenient for "Yin Fu" to rest his feet when he went out for shopping, went to temples to worship, or when he didn't want to stay in the guard's room of the palace on holidays.

When Fuyin sneaked in, she felt conflicted. She hoped that Han Ben would not be there, but also felt that if Han Ben was there, she might be able to do something for him.

Han Ben is not here.

Fuyin heaved a sigh of regret, boiled water to clean Zhongjian's wound, and boiled medicine based on his own experience.

Every breath he took was burning with pain, without a surgeon, and without the qi to help heal the wound, even if it was cured by luck, the root cause of the disease might still be there-but now that he has nothing, who cares about this?

The left chest was bloody and bloody. He was trying to suture the wound with a needle and thread, grinning in pain, when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Han Ben was stunned outside the door, rushed in three steps at a time, and asked anxiously, "How did you get hurt like this?"

Fuyin was startled, subconsciously looked up at him, and remembered that she had to cover her pupils.

Before it was too late, Han Ben saw that he was stunned as if struck by lightning, and he said in shock, "Xue Tong...you are the assassin of the hidden sword sect..."

If he had the skill, Fuyin felt that he could catch Han Ben, but now that he is a knife, he must not be a fish, and he has to do everything possible to save himself.He had studied Han Ben's temperament and experience, and knew which one he liked the most, so he immediately tore a piece of cloth from the middle laner and tied his eyes.

"Don't look into my eyes!" He said in a voice that seemed stubborn but was actually flustered and weak, "I don't want to hurt you...you go, don't care about my life or death."

Han Ben took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and slowly squatted down, "Are you really an assassin? Lurking in the palace, trying to harm His Highness Prince Yu? Did you play the flute?"

"——Yes, it's all me. I'm heinous, and I deserve to die!" Fuyin shouted like a broken pot, "If you want to avenge your prince, come here and kill me, don't even think about taking me to the court, I will not go to prison even if I die!"

As soon as Han Ben put his fingers on the handle of the knife, he saw that the cloth covering his eyes was instantly wet, and the uncontainable tears rolled down one by one, against the trembling dimples on his cheeks, and the pale and small jaw, It looked very pitiful.

Han Ben's heart softened involuntarily, and he asked, "Are you being instructed by someone? Who is it? If you confess to that person, you may be able to atone for your crime and get forgiveness from the court."

Fuyin choked up and said: "I didn't say it was a death, I said it was a worse death...don't ask, just treat it as a good deed with good intentions, give me a good time, let me get rid of it early and reincarnate, I just hope that in the next life I won't suffer from those things again. Inhuman torture. I will be grateful to you and repay you in my next life."

As he spoke, he tried his best to infiltrate fascination in his voice.However, due to the exhaustion of true qi, it is really impossible to use the technique of nightmare, and he can only hope that the last power of the technique used last time is still there, and the effect can last as long as possible.

Han Ben hesitated for a long time, pulled his veins, and finally sighed: "Your internal strength has been dissipated, and I am afraid that you will not be able to survive the prisoners in the imperial prison, and you will not be able to be manipulated to harm others in the future. I can't just let you go Guillotine... How about this, you write down all the inside information you know on paper and give it to me. I will arrange to send you out of the capital, away from the crowd, incognito, and just live your life in a normal way."

Stay away from the crowd, hide your name, and be a meager farmer or peddler?What's the difference between that and death?

Fuyin gritted her teeth fiercely, why is it always like this, whether it is the senior brother who has known him for many years, or Han Ben who keeps protecting him, all of them will abandon him in the end!How could they be able to live out their lives in an open and honest manner, while they themselves had to fight in the beast's lair, sink and float in the mud, and struggled in every possible way to survive, and finally ended up like this!

...Since everyone failed him, and even God refused to give him a way out, then don't blame him for being vicious, even if he dies, he will be buried with him.

Han Ben took off his coat, wrapped it around Fuyin, and said worriedly: "Can your eyes return to their original state? If not, you will be in danger of being discovered wherever you go. After all, the arrest warrants are still posted in various states and counties... ..."

Without saying a word, Fuyin pulled out his waist knife, and poked at his eyes.

As soon as Han Ben grabbed his wrist, he was shocked and regretful: "What are you doing! I was thinking of something too, why go so far! With this knife, my eyes are completely destroyed. How do you tell me to live in this life..."

Fuyin hugged Han Ben and burst into tears: "I lied to you, you don't care what I do! You go, go back to the palace and continue to be your guard commander, I am a sinner who has suffered on my own, I don't need your sympathy !"

Han Ben was so terrified by his crying that he really wanted to tell him, how many times I covered for you along the way, how could I have the face to go back to the palace now.I have already felt ashamed of the general, and I can't regret it with you. In a few years, when His Highness returns to the fief, and has a new, younger and stronger bodyguard, I will no longer be needed, so I will go to your hermitage and accompany you After the rest of my life.

But these words can't be said right now, firstly, promises are not taken lightly; secondly, whether he can be safely sent out of the capital is still unknown.

Han Ben patted Fuyin's back, and comforted him: "You stay here tonight, write down the white paper, and I will ask someone to bring you water and medicinal materials later."

Fearing that he would never come back, Fuyin tugged at the hem of his clothes: "I'm seriously injured, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of myself, can you stay with me all night?"

After hesitating, Han Ben shook his head: "I have something to do in the palace, I can't leave tonight, I have to go back."

What could be the matter, King Yu also went down the secret way last night, could it be...

Fuyin tentatively asked: "The prince was injured, is it because of the explosion last night?"

"Head hurt, but nothing serious."

"Then why can't you stay? Even if the lord is unwell, he will still ask a medical officer. What's the use of you going?"

Han Ben frowned, "I really have to go back, the Holy Majesty is here, and all the guards of the palace will be on duty. Be obedient and sleep well."

Emperor Jinglong went to Prince Yu's Mansion...

Fuyin's eyes flickered with a gloomy light, which soon spread into a crazy wildfire - in this world, what funeral objects are more precious than the king of a country?He almost laughed out loud.

It is true that he is useless in martial arts, seriously injured, and so weak that even Han Ben disdains to defend him, but the training of the Seven Killing Battalion is branded in his bones, and he still has the skill of killing people without using martial arts.

For example, poison.

"You take me back to the palace, I don't want to run away, I have to personally apologize to the prince and make a confession in exchange for leniency." Fuyin said.

Han Ben was startled, and replied: "If this is your decision, I will support it. But tonight is not suitable. I will take you back tomorrow morning."

Fuyin said bluntly: "Tonight is the only thing. Han Ben, if you don't help me, I'll die, and you won't get any information by then."

He tore off the cloth strips that tied his eyes, his pupils glowed with blood, without the blessing of intimidating skills, but still weird, "Han Ben, don't forget the oath you made to Yin Fu—you trust him, love him, Willing to go through fire and water for him to do anything. Are you going to go back on your word and force him to die?"

Han Ben opened his eyes wide and looked at Fuyin with a contradictory and weird expression, as if he felt that the person in front of him was incredible, but he couldn't ignore him and let him die on his own.

It was as if there were thousands of words swirling in his chest, but he couldn't speak for a while, and finally heaved a long sigh, and stretched out his hand to press the back of Fuyin's neck.

——Han Ben wants to kill me? !After a very short shock, Fuyin felt strong sarcasm and disappointment in his heart. He looked weak and exhausted, and before the other party touched him, he held his breath and fell into his arms.

Han Ben wanted to touch Fuyin's sleeping acupoint on the back of his neck, but suddenly he saw that he was dying and fainted, even his breath disappeared, he stretched out his arms to hug him in shock, and then he felt a slight pain in his waist and eyes.

It was as if a little spark seeped into his blood along with the stinging pain, burning him into a raging sea of ​​flames from within——Han Ben twitched violently, his mouth was open and he couldn't speak.

Panting heavily, Fuyin drew out the poison-tempered dagger in the shape of spikes, and with trembling hands, he took out the token of the commander of the guards from Han Ben's lapel.

He was full of joy, but his eye sockets became moist unconsciously, he blinked his eyelids hard, and said with a sneer, "I knew you were unreliable. No, it should be said that the Nightmare Art is unreliable. No matter how fascinated and prodded it is, after all, it is an external force." Addition, once it goes against the other party's heart, it will be broken."

He pushed Han Ben to the ground forcefully, staggered a few steps himself, and couldn't help but ask, "When did you break free from the ecstasy technique? Is it the last time, when I forced you to take me back to the palace tonight? That's what you think Protect your prince, afraid that he will be accused of killing the king and be punished by the subjects of the world?"

The poison caused convulsions in his limbs. Han Ben's eyes were painful and sad, and he moved his lips and said something with difficulty.

Fuyin wanted to leave, but she was unwilling to get an answer, so she bent down and listened carefully——

"The moment I pushed the door and saw you... I woke up... I know, it's not worth it... and I plan to break up with you... But, seeing you hurt like that, losing all your martial arts, from now on... No one cares about life or death...I can't bear it...I just want to...pull you...a hand..."

I couldn't bear it, so I wanted to give you a hand.

Fuyin was thinking blankly, what is he talking about?False, lying, no one will look back, not senior brother, nor Han Ben.This was not his original intention, but the effect of ecstasy.

Han Ben is just a tool. Now it can't be used by me, and it will hinder my plan. Isn't it reasonable to clean it up?

——He couldn't really save me.

——Even if there is so much sincerity, what can he give me?Wealth, power, and a life of one's inclinations?No, I knew earlier that he couldn't give them all.

——Then what exactly do I want?

In a daze, the poisonous sword fell to the ground.

With his convulsed fingers, Han Ben scraped the ground little by little, grasped the sharp and thorny sword in the flute with difficulty, and stabbed into Fuyin's calf with all his strength.

Unable to stand still, Fuyin knelt down and looked down at Han Ben. It was strange that he didn't feel too much pain.

Probably because of taking too much medicine, even the pain in the body is numb, he thought.

"...Han Ben." He called out dreamily, "Are you going to die?"

But Han Ben could no longer speak a word, and began to spit out black blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

"At least you, come and be buried with me." Fuyin said softly, let out the last breath of support for her vitality, and fell down on him, "It's a pity, there is only you... It's fine, it's fine."

He murmured, closing his blood-red eyes.

In the dream, there is a flute sound like a breeze winding around the green branches.Someone under the branch is willing to hold his hand and go home together.