Wanjie takeaway

"Let's go to the theater today."

David said.

Yin Getan then arranged for everyone.

Wu Shulan's attitude towards Wei Dao became more and more familiar, he squinted his eyes, and secretly dozed off, but didn't say a word.

If he yawned loudly, it would be disrespectful to the imperial court.

Wei Dao turned his back to them, and he didn't bother to care if he didn't see it. It's not that he didn't know it at all and turned a blind eye.

Being without a body is just sadder than usual, and over time, sadder.

Although assassins can be killed, but when there are no assassins, they cannot teleport, and time still passes bit by bit.

If there is a sudden jump, other people may not be able to find it. Wu Shuyu may not be completely unaware, not to mention that if the memory is restored, something is wrong by accident.

What's more, regardless of Wu Shulan, Wei Dao himself doesn't like jumping time. The skipped time doesn't belong to him, but it should be his.

The things that defend the way are righteous, the people who defend the way are righteous, and the body and soul of the righteous are both righteous. Then, the time of the righteous is of course not an exception.

It doesn't make sense for Wei Dao to give up his own time, even if he is busy doing things.

Once the stage is set up and the actors are dressed up, we wait for the show to begin as soon as people arrive.

Wei Dao sat in the chair at the best viewing position, limp, like snow that was about to melt in a cloud of shadows, or like a eucalyptus watching silently in the dark.

Wu Shulan stood behind him, the light came in subtly, half hidden behind Wu Shulan's clothes and hair, secretly looking at Wei Dao.

Who doesn't like beauties?

However, Wei Dao is not a beauty, he even looks a little ordinary, but wrapped in a pile of rich clothes and jade food, his behavior has an unparalleled fragrance, and his aura is so different, there is another flavor , as if no matter how much he likes a beauty, he can only look at him at this time, unable to move his eyes away, but it's not because of his handsome appearance that he is so rare and lovable.

He looks like he'll never have that time.

Even looking at the imagination will make the most childlike visionary feel the lack of his own mind as a well that is about to dry up, and it is utterly impossible to conceive that he could be otherwise.It seems that thinking about it again is a secret and frightening sacrilege in the bottom of my heart.

Those who disrespect will be cut off.

Remove the previous summary, Wei Dao can kill all the people in the room after he came here.

Don't say true or false, true and false are equally daunting.

Wu Shulan stood bored, secretly looked at Wei Dao, and then went to watch the singing, singing and playing on the stage, and felt sleepy after listening to it.

I don't know why, Wei Dao doesn't sleep, he sleeps very well, Wei Dao falls asleep, but he feels abnormal, if Wei Dao doesn't sleep, although he looks a little sick, but what to do, Wei Dao sleeps, wake up in the morning Eyes, sleepier than last night, Wu Shuyan was sleepy with Wei Dao, maybe drowsiness is very contagious, and most people can't resist it.

Yin Getan was not affected, maybe it was because he had a complete rest and stayed farther away, or maybe he didn't stand so close?

At first, I thought that there would be a group of assassins on the stage, but after listening for a long time, there was no.

Wu Shuyun felt boring.

Not to mention Wei Dao, sitting on a chair, although looking over there, his eyes are dizzy.

Yin Getan was sober, even breathing lightly.

He didn't disturb Wei Dao's rest, even in such an informal occasion, such a casual time.

From this point of view, Yin Getan and Wu Shulan are inseparable, and they don't remind Wei Dao to pay attention to his appearance and demeanor at all. They only remember to care about Wei Dao's health and heart, and there is nothing superfluous.

Wei Dao half-closed his eyes, but he didn't fall asleep, even if he was sleepy, he didn't yawn or nod, and he still wanted to look ahead.

A waiter behind him rushed over suddenly, before reaching Wei Dao, Yin Geqin reacted proficiently, and after stopping him, he let others drag him down and put him in the dungeon without saying a word, and sure enough, he found a belt from the waiter. The poisonous dagger and the bottle of poison that sealed the throat with blood seemed to be a plan, and he was going to the imperial dining room to deal with Wei Dao's diet.

It's useless to deal with it, Wei Dao is not poisoned.

Wei Dao still does not eat or sleep most of the time, but his spirit seems to be pretty good, and sometimes, looking at a table of food without thinking, he waved his hand and let Wu Shulan and Yin Getan sit at the table, They ate together, left after eating, and left without nostalgia. He has not died so far. Yin Geqin probably noticed it, but he didn't say anything.

Since he didn't say anything, Wei Dao assumed he didn't know, and naturally he wouldn't mention anything.

The days go by like this.

After singing babbling and babbling for a long time, Wei Dao finally waved his hand to let them close the booth.

Yin Getan asked, "Where is Your Majesty going now?"

Wei Dao watched the stage gradually disintegrate, thought for a while and said, "Look at the dungeon."

Yin Getan asked again: "How about letting them carry His Majesty down? The place is not clean and the roads are not bright. Your Majesty is going down..."

He looked at Wei Dao's expression and waited for an answer.

Although Wei Dao didn't really want to walk, but when he thought about being carried by others, he decided to forget it.

He waved his hand, and Yin Getan understood the meaning, bowed his head and stepped back respectfully.

The dungeon is a dark place, just like what Yin Geqin said, it is not clean, moss and mushrooms seem to grow around it, but when you look closely, it seems to be just molds of different colors, gaudy, and the soles of the shoes are damp and cold. It feels sticky, as if the blood on the ground is coagulating too much, and it remains in this state after coagulation for a long time.

There are candle lights on the surrounding walls, which are not bright, but you can still see the road clearly. The lower you go, the lower and dull, the damp and cold feeling is like a poisonous snake peeping from the dark. The fangs are slowly moving in the fatal part of the body, as if As soon as you stretch out your hand, you will touch the top, and the sides are not wide. If you are too fat, you will not be able to pass it. It is almost the distance that three people will definitely get stuck in parallel.

Wei Dao frowned and did not let go.

Yin Getan wanted to persuade him, but thought it was not his job, so forget about the talkative tongue.

So, he didn't speak.

Wu Shulan was still the same, he couldn't tell whether he was timid or bold, looked around, quickly lowered his head, and followed Wei Dao step by step, as if he was about to stick to Wei Dao's body and become a pattern on his clothes. At first glance, he kept a certain distance from Wei Dao, neither would he block the way when Wei Dao retreated, nor would he accidentally bump into Wei Dao.

He maintains this subtle and strange distance, which seems to be very close, but also seems to be well-behaved.

This road is very quiet, no one speaks, and the sound of footsteps is broken, like shattered ice slag, gradually melting under the warm and rising temperature of the road.

Breathing is clear.

If you are free, you can count how many people followed.

Wei Dao stopped and arrived.

Everyone stopped one by one, lowered their heads, and stood behind Wei Dao, swaying and silently, slowly extending into the darkness, like a long and thin tail.

Wei Dao looked at this place. The previous impression of the dungeon was that it was underground, where the assassins were kept.

I just came here today. Looking at it this way, it is actually secondary to who and where.

The surroundings were dark and quiet, and a bunch of people were locked in one place.

When Wei Dao came down, he went through a door, walked to the passage door again, and arrived here, this is the third time.

However, Wei Dao didn't have to enter the third door. However, when he saw these assassins who were still alive, they looked into his eyes and said clearly: You should be here.

You are the one who should stay here.

Wei Dao looked at the living people. They were ragged, hunched over, thin hands and feet, short of breath, sick, dying, injured and sick, hungry and cold, and the same hatred broke out in their eyes.

His eyes fell on the body of the dead, who died early, a pile of bones, the bones were brittle and weak, it seemed as if he could hear the sound of cracking when he looked at it, and when he looked carefully, the ground was covered with a layer of similar powder , yellow, white and black, the texture is exactly the same.

He died late, and a pile of corpses were also piled inside, stinking, rotten, pusy, pieces of meat fell on the ground, and a pool of extremely poisonous corpses spread on the ground, dark and faintly swollen. green.

Those who are not dead, lying on the ground, have no strength, and are no different from corpses.

Those who came in later, those who hadn't reached that level, sat on the side, leaning against the wall, and didn't intend to pay attention to the people outside.

Wei Dao looked at it for a while, waved his hand, and went back.

Wu Shuyun followed suit, but didn't think there was anything in her heart.

The main reason is that everyone is expressionless, as if the lack is not a big deal.

Even if he was timid, he calmed down very much.

Wei Dao was the first one to approach the past again, he left as soon as he said, and he went as soon as he said, his face was calm and unchanged, as long as he looked at it, he felt a sense of security in his heart, not to mention that he was just bored and panicked. There are ghosts, and I am not afraid of them.

What's more, if there are ghosts in that kind of place, if you want to find them, you can only find Wei Dao, and you don't need others to die.

I feel more at ease.

Wei Dao sat in the Qinzheng Hall to handle affairs, Wu Shulan stood beside, and Yin Getan stood outside the door.

The wind was blowing outside, and fluffy snow gradually fell. The snowflakes were white and tender. Wei Dao took a look, and suddenly felt that the whistling wind was indifferent. Thinking of a pot of hot stove and water, he looked at Wu Shu Lan, I still kind of want to ask him to order a takeaway from a gourmet restaurant at this time.

However, Wei Dao thought about it and gave up this idea, mainly because it was impossible.

He sighed in his heart, and his expression sank a little, as if he had seen a document written on the disaster situation.

In fact, there is nothing to deal with. Wei Dao means that it doesn't matter if the king doesn't go to court early every day. Anyway, the ministers are all working.

He only needs to be responsible for being assassinated, like a qualified assassin receptionist.

Wei Dao just felt uncomfortable.