After marrying the shadow guard little husband, he carried a cub

Beiyu, the winter of the 23rd year of Yongshuo.

The plum calyx contains snow, and the wind is bleak.

It was already evening, and the sound of horseshoes kicking across the street came from far to near, and the heavy snow was creaked by the wheels, making it dull and hazy.

"The curfew will be in half an hour. How can anyone dare to go out like this?"

Maybe it’s been a long time since there’s been a lot of excitement in this capital city, and after finally seeing a few people who didn’t obey the law, Chai Fu, who was pushing the wooden cart along the road, became less anxious, and chatted with the peddler who closed the stall nearby as if gloating. road.

"That's a nobleman who came out in a carriage, can he be the same as us ordinary people? Don't look, don't look, go home quickly."

"Strange, what are they doing out in this weather?"

"Looking at the direction, it's going towards the palace city. I guess it's either to enter the palace by order, or to give gifts to Zhennanhou's mansion."

As soon as the words fell, a fast-prancing black figure on the roof of the roadside restaurant suddenly stopped. The thin boy raised his hand to wipe the snow particles from his brows, and slowly narrowed his pair of eyes, which formed a strong contrast with the snow all over the sky. With black eyes, he looked in the direction of the carriage passing by.

He gently pressed the bleeding wound on the front of his abdomen, wiped away the dark red liquid that was spreading down with the back of his hand absently, and listened intently.

Not knowing whether he was shivering from the cold wind, or sensing the faint danger signals in the twilight, Chaifu shrank his neck and asked the peddler, "Do you smell blood?"

"Hey, that puddle of blood, the Song butcher killed two pigs and one sheep today, tsk, it's a huge profit."

"Scary... really greedy... Is there a happy event in Zhennan Hou's mansion? What gift?"

"You don't know? The three thousand pieces of gold from Marquis Daxi are going to marry that sick young man who is about to die in the Marquis of Zhennan's mansion. It's a pity that Miss Daxi will be a widow after she finishes her widowhood... "

Xu Shi was touched by some impolite word, and the expressionless young man standing on the top of the building raised his right hand slightly, and a piece of gravel wrapped in cold ice and snow shot out from between his slender fingers.

"……Well!"

The small size of the rock was extremely fierce, and the peddler staggered a few steps while clutching his bloody mouth.

I also vaguely guessed that I probably said something I shouldn't have said, and I was rumored to be a lesson from the so-called ubiquitous hidden piles in Nanhou Mansion of Zhennan. Fortunately, after I saved my life, the peddler no longer cared about answering Chai Fu's questions. Without looking back, he got into his small shop and hid.

***

The bright moon rises.

The blood of the clothes fluttered across the steep and dark eaves.

On weekdays, even after completing his tasks, Wei Chu seldom jumped back to the camp of the dead from the courtyard wall near the mansion gate, but today he was really driven by curiosity, which made him come to the main gate of the Hou mansion to take a sneak peek. Two eyes.

There are still two months before the new year, but the gate of Zhennan Hou Mansion has already decorated red lanterns, as if to welcome some great event.

When he jumped up the high wall without anyone noticing, the vigorous young man was like a sudden ghost under the bright moon and clear wind.

"Thirty-three……"

A man's voice that sounded like he was trying his best to suppress it, but couldn't hide his horror and astonishment, came from the periphery of the courtyard wall behind Wei Chu.

The posture and direction of the exclamation seemed to be directed at him.

Wei Chu was kneeling on one knee on the wall and was about to jump into the hospital. Hearing the movement, he pressed the wound on his abdomen in annoyance, as if punishing himself severely for his negligence.

Just now he did not see the luxuriously decorated carriage around the gate of the mansion. In addition, he was stunned by the pain of the wound on the way, which made him inadvertently let down his vigilance, but he did not find that there was a man hidden at the bottom of the wall. The man who sheltered from the wind.

Wei Chu held down the handle of the thin blade on the back of his waist with his backhand, turned his head casually, and glanced at the source of the voice.

What catches the eye is a well-dressed middle-aged man with a gentle appearance. He has no martial arts, and he is not even very courageous. The moment his probing eyes meet Wei Chu who is still expressionless, he is shocked The man shivered suddenly.

However, he finally shouted out what he hadn't said just now: "...Miss San?!"

...What Miss San.

Wei Chu has always been impatient, so he frowned when he heard the words. After seeing clearly the waist tag with the word "Daxi" hanging on the man's waist, he finally let go of his guard, and didn't give him any more scrutiny. For a moment, his figure moved, and suddenly disappeared into the dark night.

"Butler Chen, what's wrong?"

The groom of the Daxi mansion had just followed the steward of Zhennanhou's mansion to drive the carriage to the courtyard, when he heard steward Chen's shout, and trotted over.

Steward Chen shook his head with lingering fear, and replied, "...it's nothing."

Such chilling and cold eyes...how could it be Miss San.

But this is too much of a coincidence.

***

It has been a long time without injury, Wei Chu is still not used to it this time.

Distraught by some painful wounds on his body, he didn't stop when he jumped across the roof and passed the boundary of the death camp, but went straight to the back mountain of the Hou's mansion.

It snowed heavily in the afternoon, and the servants of the Hou Mansion could only hurry up to take care of the courtyards of the mansion. They hadn't had time to clean up the snow on the back mountain, so Wei Chu just jumped off the steeple of the viewing pavilion, and was wet under his feet. Da's snow water slid a reel.

He hurriedly grasped the railing beside him to stabilize his figure, and said in a warm voice:

"Yuanxiao, come out for dinner."

The warm and clear look in his eyes is quite different from the hostile look around him just now.

As soon as Wei Chu finished speaking, a lively long-haired white dog crawled out from under the wooden pile at the viewing pavilion. Seeing that it was his own, it immediately stuck out its pink tongue and kept breathing. Chao Wei Chu ran over.

The furball-like little white dog threw itself on Wei Chu's boots with both hands and feet, whimpering in his throat, "Oh..."

Wei Chu pursed the corners of his mouth that were a little stiff from the cold, and with his hands that were not stained with blood, he took out more than half of a steamed bun and a rag of just the right size from his bosom.

He bowed and squatted beside the little white dog Yuan Xiao, and while putting it on his back, he said to it: "I saw two black-mouthed puppies in Fu'an Lane a few days ago, if we can meet again next time, I will bring it back to you as a companion."

Yuan Xiao naturally couldn't understand Wei Chu's words, it bit Wei Chu's clothes corner with its sharp canine teeth, and kept "beeping" in its throat, as if it was saying something to him.

"what happened?"

For the first time, Yuan Xiao didn't eat steamed buns, but vigorously tugged Wei Chu's trouser legs, motioning him to follow her.

Wei Chu had no choice but to follow it.

However, before he got close, Wei Chu heard the whimpering of a suspected animal cub.

He sped up his pace in disbelief, leaned over and opened Yuan Xiao's usual hiding place——

"These... are these your children?"

Seeing the fleshy black-and-white puppies huddled together in the rag nest, Wei Chu's eyes were filled with unconcealable joy, and his brows were full of smiles.

When he picked up Yuanxiao last month, he thought it was a fat stray dog, but unexpectedly, he had already become a mother.

Yuan Xiao ran around Wei Chu excitedly, her bright black eyes seemed to hide anticipation.

Wei Chu squatted down and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch those little creatures whose eyes hadn't opened yet: "In a few days, I will have more time to come here to take care of you."

But before he touched Gou Zai'er's swollen forehead, he withdrew his hand and looked down at his blood-stained palm.

Wei Chu stood up, walked slowly to the lake, grabbed the front of his robe to avoid getting wet, bent over and dipped his arms into the cold lake water, shaking them slightly.

The heavy moonlight pressed on the water surface, reflecting blood-red ripples.

I don't know what rare treasure is buried in the ground of Nanhou Mansion in this town. The water in other places is frozen hard, but this Yinqu Lake can maintain its sparkling shape in the severe cold weather of March and September.

Wei Chu took a deep breath because of the pain in his abdomen. He subconsciously shifted his attention to think about other things.

There were rags in the kennel that he hadn't seen before, probably prepared by the duplicitous Deathwife.

Death Ji still has his heart, but anyone who returns to the Hou Mansion earlier than him will come to check on the situation of Yuanxiao for him.

"If you don't take care of your wound, I'm afraid you won't see the puppy grow up."

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

"The guard's knife has a mechanism," Wei Chu coughed twice, causing the wound to bleed again, "It was my carelessness."

Death is very aware of Wei Chu's skills, and he is definitely not an easy person to be able to hurt him like this in a close combat. How can the word carelessness make sense.

But under Wei Chu's sword, he never lost his soul.

Wei Chu washed his hands, walked back to the kennel, broke the steamed buns into small pieces and fed them to Yuan Xiao, rubbed some crumbs and brought them to the pups' mouths: "It's just a flesh injury, it's nothing serious. hinder."

When the puppies smelled the fragrance, they immediately grabbed Wei Chu's fingertips by coincidence and started sucking vigorously.

Seeing that Wei Chu didn't even look at him, Death Ji was not annoyed, and moved to the edge of the pavilion on his own, hanging down a black boot that was dangling casually.

"We don't know what's going on in your mind, you like picking up cats and dogs so much."

Wei Chu is a little older than Wei Chu, but his body and frame are thinner and thinner than Wei Chu's, and his disposition is free and easy, unlike a dead man who is ready to die at any time in the Hou's mansion. He talks too much: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Even if it's half past You hour, you should be back, and it's Xu hour, so you haven't been caught by the Jingji guard?"

Wei Chu looked at him inexplicably.

Death Ji shrugged, knowing that Wei Chu's eyes meant - "How can they catch them".

"I saw two white cats arguing on the road," Wei Chu showed a rare expression of embarrassment, "I found it interesting, so I watched it for a while."

Death Ji jumped down from the pavilion lightly and deftly, bowed slightly to eliminate the momentum, and picked up Yuan Xiao who kept rubbing his head against Wei Chu's arm, stroking the dog's head once and for all: "You are a Zhennan!" The marquis of the Hou Mansion, not returning to the mansion after completing the mission, peeking at the cats arguing on the way?"

Wei Chu felt a little embarrassed, frowned, raised his eyes and stared at Death Ji displeasedly, "Is there anything else you need?"

Hearing this, Death Ji immediately showed a very hurt look:

"Hey, I came to deliver medicine to you out of kindness, and you treat me like this?"

Wei Chu coughed lightly: "Then... take off your shirt."

Dead Extreme: "???"

Necromancer: "What are you going to do?"

"Keep them warm."

Wei Chu lowered his head and straightened the outer shirt he had taken off, reinforcing the kennel for Yuanxiao and its children.

Seeing this, Death Ji could only tear off the outermost layer of clothes cursingly, and then threw it at Wei Chu's hand in depression:

"Protect them from the cold? Then why are you not afraid that I will freeze to death?"

In that camp of dead soldiers who never saw the sun, Death Ji grew up with Wei Chu since he was a child, so he didn't have so much sense of distance from Wei Chu, who was always indifferent, even though Wei Chu was reticent like Wei Chu. Even if he is a mute, he is willing to stay on the sidelines and talk to himself.

However, Death Ji knows his weight in Wei Chu's heart. Although the brat doesn't say anything, every time he comes back from outside, he will bring back sweet sugar cakes and full steamed buns. After the Lantern Festival in the backyard, he threw it to him with a blank face.

Dead Ji, whose status is indistinguishable from that of a puppy, does not feel ashamed, and is even proud of it.

"Fortunately, you and I will be able to transfer to the Shadow Guard camp in a few days. I heard that the clothes of the Shadow Guard brothers are nice and warm."

Death Ji let out a long sigh of relief, leaning on the railing happily and looking up at the sky, naturally he didn't notice that Wei Chu's hands stopped when he heard this, and he pursed his lower lip silently.

There are two types of guards in the Zhennan Hou Mansion, the dead soldiers who die for the master, and the shadow guards who protect the master's life.

The instinct and nature of everyone in the death camp is blood and killing. They live to death every day, and then at the next dawn, they continue to rush to a brand new and unknown Asura hell like moths to a flame.

The importance of the two depends on this positioning.

However, there will be two competitions every year in the death camp of Zhennanhou Mansion. One is to get rid of the chaff and save the essence, and the other purpose is to select the two best from these dead soldiers who can only kill. As the shadow guard of the personal protector.

No one would want to be unable to keep a complete body after death, not even a name, and unable to leave traces of their past existence in this world at all.

The essence of human beings is to be greedy for life and afraid of death, even dead men who have signed a life-and-death contract are no exception.

So in this fierce competition, apart from fame and fortune, there is the preferential treatment of leaving the whole body.

Fortunately, Wei Chu and Dead Ji got the chance to become shadow guards in the winter when the new year was approaching.

But no one knows that Wei Chu, who fought desperately from the death camp, did not just want to have the right to live equally with others.

Wei Chu's thoughts were interrupted unceremoniously by Yan Ji: "If I guessed correctly, you must have hidden the golden sore medicine elsewhere and never brought it with you."

As dead men with no father, no mother, and no one to rely on, they are not afraid of life and death, let alone the pain caused by ordinary wounds.

But what surprised Zhanji was that Wei Chu, who had always been able to carry and fight in the death camp, was most afraid of bitter soup and healing medicine.

Sure enough, after hearing his question, Wei Chu couldn't help feeling a little guilty, and replied quietly: "It just happened to be used up."

Death was too lazy to expose his lies, and he reached into his arms to take out the medicine: "You said you are not even afraid of death, why are you afraid of taking medicine?"

Wei Chu's hearing is excellent, although there are rustling clothes, but he still keenly caught the sound of the rubbing of Bi Ji's fingertips against the porcelain bottle.

He was startled, and hurriedly pressed the wound on his abdomen to get rid of the entanglement of the death pole, and explained to himself in a desperate manner: "Nonsense, how can I be afraid of taking medicine, I just..."

The quality of the wound medicine distributed in the camp of the dead was extremely poor. Although it could stop the bleeding, the pain suffered when applying the medicine was almost the same as the pain of experiencing another injury.

Therefore, at this time, Wei Chu is very unwilling to grit his teeth and endure this feeling again. He would rather immerse himself in the lake water when this happens, and let the cold take away the burning pain from his body. .

Yanji put the porcelain vase on the waist-length railing that Yuanxiao couldn't reach even when he jumped up: "Ah Chu, after tomorrow, we will be shadow guards. From then on, we only need to protect the eldest son, and we need to be healthy."

Because he grew up in a camp of dead soldiers, and because of his outstanding appearance, Wei Chu was often harassed by those dead soldiers with dirty thoughts.

Infighting is prohibited in the camp of dead soldiers. No matter what the reason is, as long as two dead soldiers make a move, they will all be executed.

Wei Chu is not indecisive, so in his past life, whenever he encountered such a situation, he would take advantage of the loophole of the law of the dead, and would not do anything to him, but would directly help the people who came to harass him and get rid of the troublemaker. dirty root.

Trapped in the dirty and corrupt world, no one wants to live a better life than the dead soldiers in it.

After tomorrow, they no longer need to hide in the dark day and night waiting for an opportunity to act, and they will no longer experience the dirty slaughter in the death camp.

Even... maybe there will be a chance to stand under the scorching sun in midsummer, watch the autumn leaves fall one by one, survive the severe winter, and go to the spring that I dreamed of when I was young.

Wei Chu rubbed his fingertips hesitantly, and finally reached out for the bottle of golden sore medicine.

Death raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, without further words, he turned over and jumped onto another old tree with intertwined roots, and disappeared within a few jumps.

The wound needs to be cleaned before applying the medicine.

After making up his mind, Wei Chu gritted his teeth and tore off the inner garment that had been stuck to his body by the coagulated blood.

He shook his numb left hand, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, threw the bloody clothes on the bluestone on the bank, and let himself sink into the bitingly cold lake water.

Wei Chu's vigilance has almost become instinctive, even if he gets into the water, he will not sway towards the center of the lake.

He leaned his head back on the bluestone by the lake, closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting for the pain to gradually dissipate.

There was a faint sound of footsteps behind him.

It was not the walking rhythm he was familiar with.

Wei Chu didn't talk nonsense, the moment he opened his eyes, the thin blade with a cold light was already thrown towards the source of the voice——

"who!"

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A car accident made actor Ban Zhun awaken his self-awareness, and found that the world he lived in turned out to be a bloody novel of ljj.

At present, his brilliant record includes but not limited to:

Threatening to marry the protagonist Gong, bullying the protagonist Shou Baizhi who is also an actor, and grabbing the family property with his half-brother with sky-high salary.

In the end, the protagonist Gong Shou, who fell in love with ups and downs, teamed up with his elder brother to deal with it.

Not only did he lose his car and house, he was so angry that his parents died, he was also sent to prison for tax evasion, attempted murder and other crimes, and he died miserably in prison.

And now the plot has reached the second day when he forcibly married the protagonist Gong,

On the way home from the set, I was in a car accident on the way to have sex with my new lover,

At this time, he had just escaped danger, opened his eyes,

The protagonist Gong, who had a miserable life experience, was standing in front of his bed, staring darkly at his oxygen tube.

Thinking that instead of being killed by the protagonist Gong Shou, it would be better to take the initiative to pull a red line and save a dog's life,

Ban Zhun opened his mouth and said, "Old Rong, do you want a wife?"

Rong Qian who was thinking about extubation: "???"

Rumor has it that the best actor, Ban Zhun, has gone crazy.

Even though the family has a lovely husband, yet they respect Bai Zhi, who is in the same crew, "Zhizhi, do you want to fall in love? What do you think of my husband?"

Facing his parents, the nurse shouted hoarsely, "Mom and Dad, with me here today, no one wants Rong Qian to wash half of the chopsticks!"

Confronting Big Brother, he carried stacks of salary in sacks, "Big Brother, I'll give you all the money, is it enough Big Brother, is it enough?"

Baizhi, his parents, and his elder brother: "???"

Ban Zhun hid in the toilet and called the little wolf dog he met on the social APP:

"Don't worry baby, wait a little longer, I'll be leaving soon, I have medical insurance and social security, and..."

A chilly voice came from outside the door, "A husband with a 73-kilogram judo seventh-dan."

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