Cultivation from entry to abandonment

It's actually not good, but Shang Mingqian didn't want to say more, so he just said perfunctorily: "You don't have to worry about it."

Jiang Fuqing walked over, wanting to take a closer look, reached out and touched his chest lightly, and asked strangely, "How did you get the injury here?"

Shang Mingqian was terrified, he didn't know how Jiang Fuqing saw the wound there, he slurred his speech, took a step back hurriedly, and said, "It's okay, it's nothing special."

The more he concealed it like this, the more curious Jiang Fuqing became, and asked, "Are you hiding something?"

Shang Mingqian bit his teeth and refused to admit it, leaving only a word telling him to take a good rest, and left.

It was the first time I saw him leaving in such a hurry.Jiang Fuqing felt annoyed in his heart, shook his head again, and said to himself: "He's a sick person, it's not good for me to fall into it."

So he gave up that little bit of charming thought.

In the past few days, Jiang Fuqing often went to look for Bai Chuji, and Bai Chuji said that the last time the blood was used up and there was no result, so he asked him to take some more for him.Jiang Fuqing was originally struggling with whether to kill Shang Mingqian to avoid future troubles, but Bai Shang Mingqian was very gentle and kind, so he couldn't bear to kill him together.

Then he poured his own blood over and over again for Bai Chuji to use. Within half a month, there were many large and small scratches on his legs.Some are scarred, while others are new.

Another new day.

Shang Mingqian came to Jiang Fuqing's room in a hurry, and as soon as he walked in, he wanted to lift Jiang Fuqing's trouser legs.Jiang Fuqing was terrified in his heart, backed up again and again, and finally bent his legs and hit the edge of the bed, sat down on the bed, quickly checked his pupil color, it was pure black, breathed a sigh of relief, frightened to death, thought that The red one came out.

Shang Mingqian lifted up his trouser legs and saw four or five bloody cuts of different shades on his calf that was originally smooth and clean. He was surprised and angry at the same time, and asked, "Why are you doing this?"

Jiang Fuqing was at a loss for words, "I..."

Shang Mingqian asked anxiously again: "Is Dinglu's physique so bad? Why do you prefer to suffer like this?"

Jiang Fuqing saw that he was asking anxiously, as if it was hurting him, and he had mixed feelings for a while, and said, "I just hate Dinglu physique, what's wrong?"

When he said this, he saw that Shang Mingqian's eyes dimmed a little, as if he was filled with endless sorrow.Shang Mingqian put the Sparrow Pecking Sword into Jiang Fuqing's palm, and asked him to aim the sword at his heart. His eyes darkened, and he said, "Then why didn't you choose method one?"

Jiang Fuqing was a little dazed, with a bad premonition in his heart, "W-what method?"

Shang Mingqian moved closer, and said in a deep voice, "Kill me, and you will be free."

Jiang Fuqing was dumb for a moment, his mouth was dry, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thousands of thoughts flooded his mind.At this moment, Shang Mingqian is really standing here for him to chop, waiting to be killed, and I am afraid that there will be no such good opportunities in the future.

Jiang Fuqing's palms were numb, and the tip of the sword pressed against Shang Mingqian's heart, and said in a low voice, "You think I dare not?"

Shang Mingqian didn't dodge or dodge, fixedly staring at him with a pair of pitch-black eyes, and whispered softly as if coaxing: "Kill me."

Jiang Fuqing's wrists trembled, and he remained silent for a while, the corners of his lips trembling slightly.A voice in my heart said to him: kill him, if you kill him, no one will torture you, and you will be free.

Jiang Fuqing kept shaking, and suddenly thought of the scene of stabbing the sword into Shang Mingqian's abdomen not long ago, the blood spurted out, staining his white clothes red, the endless blood seemed to engulf him .

Jiang Fuqing suddenly felt scared for a while, and threw the bird pecking sword away.The sparrow pecking sword fell to the ground, making a dull sound, Jiang Fuqing trembled all over, breathing quickly, and there was a hint of water in his eyes.

Shang Mingqian didn't know why he made this move, he really had the consciousness of dying under his sword, he just felt very tired, and his whole body was filled with tiredness, the vast sea of ​​people, the turbid world, the world has things to do, like a dream bubble, Like electricity is also like dew.

Shang Mingqian came back to his senses, seeing Jiang Fuqing's eyes full of water, he felt as if he was being pulled in his heart, he quickly pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly.Jiang Fuqing didn't repel anything at the moment, she just threw herself into his arms and started crying, as if all the grievances burst out at this moment, her shoulders twitched slightly, tears wet Shang Mingqian's shoulders.

Shang Mingqian sat on the bed with him, patted his back soothingly, and said softly, "It's all right."

The words were obviously meaningless, but Jiang Fuqing was very moved and felt at ease.

"What should I do?" Jiang Fuqing asked with tears in his eyes.

"Ok?"

Jiang Fuqing just asked over and over again: "What should I do?"

Shang Mingqian promised several times, but realized that he was just venting his emotions, so he didn't answer any more.Jiang Fuqing asked while sobbing, and said in his heart: What should I do?I seem to be in love with a madman.

The two stayed together for a while, and Jiang Fuqing had cried enough, and felt a little embarrassed to find that Shang Mingqian was covered with snot and tears all over his shoulder.Shang Mingqian didn't care, walked behind the screen, took out clean clothes and changed into them.It was pure white again.Apart from the three-pointed snow on the king's body, who in the world wears white clothes?

Jiang Fuqing looked at him without blinking, and asked, "You only wear white?"

Shang Mingqian shook his head and said, "Not really. White is easier to buy, and it's comfortable to wear."

Jiang Fuqing cautiously asked, "You don't have red clothes?"

Shang Mingqian thought for a while, and said, "I seem to have seen it in the cabinet, but I don't know when I bought it. I don't wear it either."

Jiang Fuqing muttered in his heart, and found another difference.The white Shang Mingqian is even dressed in white, as bright as the moon, and his character will last forever.And the red Shang Mingqian likes to wear red, and he is too flamboyant.The former is always well-dressed and buttoned up neatly and meticulously, while the latter is unruly, with the collar often opened relatively low and not wearing clothes well.

Jiang Fuqing kept these differences in mind.

Shang Mingqian squatted down, looked at his legs again, felt very distressed, frowned and said: "Don't do this next time."

Jiang Fuqing pursed her lips and said, "But Bai Chuji said..."

Shang Mingqian didn't know why he trusted Bai Chuji so much, he just shook his head and said, "Don't look for him."

"Why?" Jiang Fuqing asked.

Shang Mingqian didn't answer, but carefully used spiritual power to heal his leg injury, the spiritual power was fine and dense, very gentle, Jiang Fuqing felt no pain at all, and asked Shang Mingqian: "You can use this method, Cure all diseases?"

Shang Mingqian smiled, shook his head, and said, "I can't. But it's still possible to deal with minor injuries."

Jiang Fuqing nodded.

Dispelled the idea of ​​letting him use this trick to heal his own brain.