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Wei Ling closed her eyes lightly, then slowly opened them again: "And then?"

"Then..." Yang Fan took a deep breath in his nose, as if talking exhausted all his strength: "Then, the war broke out. Although the crown prince is of the blood of the Eastern Realm, he is also from the Zhao Kingdom. What can he do? He can only do his best." He begged many people, begged you, begged Bai Lie, begged Yu Wanfeng, even begged Gu Yuan! But no one is willing to help him...no one." Yang Fan laughed loudly: "He really is Stupid, can these people really believe it? He is the prince...he is the prince!"

Wei Ling still remembers that Gu Xuancheng asked about taking in refugees from the Eastern Territory. At that time, he was cursed and extremely weak. Gu Xuancheng only said it lightly, so that Wei Ling did not realize the true meaning of his words.

He said: "Master, those refugees from the eastern border... can we temporarily take them into Liuli Mountain?"

Liuli Mountain is definitely not a place where ordinary people can go whenever they want. In Wei Ling's eyes, Gu Xuancheng's words are nothing more than knowingly asking.

So his answer was only two words: "No."

Gu Xuancheng was at a loss, and stayed in a daze for a while: "That's true." He said: "It seems that some things really can only be left to fate."

But what's the point of looking back on the past now?

Even if Gu Xuan admitted the truth, was serious, and even prayed to ask this question that day, the answer he got would still not change.

"Later, the crown prince didn't mention this matter again. I have been staying at the border because of my status as a person from the east. I have no right to intervene in the affairs of the imperial city. Everything seems to be peaceful, day after day, but just two years ago, you One year after I left the palace, I suddenly received a military order saying that there was a rebellion camp in Bianshan, and the order I received only had four words - 'set fire to the mountain'."

When Yang Fan said this, his eyes were dull and lifeless, as if what he saw was no longer Wei Ling, but the mountain fire that burned for three days and three nights two years ago.

"We listened to Yu Bailie's arrangement. We guarded the two mountain passes and did not allow anyone to go down the mountain. But how could anyone go down the mountain? The fire started from the bottom of the mountain and surrounded the whole mountain. It is impossible for soldiers to cross the sea of ​​flames, let alone the old, weak, sick and disabled on the mountain who are unarmed and have nowhere to escape...Master Wei...the ones who were burned to death by me are not the rebels...they are all surviving refugees from the Eastern Territory."

Speaking of this, Yang Fan's tone became calm instead, and he raised his eyes to look at Wei Ling again: "After knowing the truth, I couldn't hold back my anger and rushed into the palace to question Gu Xiao. Obviously knowing it well, but let me set the fire and burn my surviving clansmen to death with my own hands. I think I will be executed by him, implicating the nine clans, breaking the car, and even dying... But guess what he did? He wants me to pay for my merits, and he regards my massacre of people from the Eastern Region as meritorious deeds... He was merciful and spared my life." He pulled the quilt and gently lifted it, and under the quilt, his legs The part below the knee has long since disappeared, and the two empty thighs are just resting on the bed so weakly, the muscles are completely atrophied, and they look very deformed.

"It's just saving my life." Yang Fan said it easily, as if he had let go of everything and became a bystander: "These legs were cut off by those eunuchs on the way to send me back to the camp." .”

What is the difference between a general who lost his legs and a waste?

There was a long silence.

Maybe it was because Yang Fan's narration was too heavy, Wei Ling's hands lay motionless on his lap for so long that his fingertips were cold and his joints were numb, but his mind was still so confused that he only cared about one thing. thing.

"The refugees are hiding on the edge of the mountain, and you don't even know about it. Who told the emperor this news?"

Yang Fan smiled and said, "I want to ask... But thinking about it carefully, what I received at the beginning was only the imperial decree and the order to send troops sealed by Bai Lie."

As he said, there are many tricks to do in the middle.

"The group of people from the east is hidden by the crown prince. The crown prince has begged many people for this, so the insiders should not be in the minority. Any one of them can inform and set a trap for the crown prince to jump into." Yang Fan As soon as he let go, the quilt covered his lower body again: "The queen was in pain when she learned about this, but she could only ignore it, because she knew that this was the only way to keep the prince."

Wei Ling asked in a deep voice, "How is Xuan Cheng?"

"It's still fine." Yang Fan said: "He is of the royal blood, if Gu Xiao kills him, he will become an evil ghost who kills even his own flesh and blood. How can such a shrewd person ruin himself for a prince who is dead in name only?" reputation."

Also.

Gu Xiao is a person who is cruel and merciless, even if he is not soft-hearted for the sake of blood and blood, he will weigh the pros and cons for the overall situation.

Yang Fan straightened his upper body with his hands, bowed his head without saying a word, as if in thought, the story had been told, and he slowly returned to reality from memory.But Wei Ling is so calm, at least he doesn't look too turbulent, Yang Fan raised his eyes, looked up from Wei Ling's neck a little bit, and looked into his eyes again: "Master Wei, I'm actually tired too. Fortunately, it's not all bad things, Qiuhua is indeed a demon, I took her in, and she has no complaints or regrets to be with me, I just thought, it's not bad to live like this."

Listening to his voice so indifferent, it seems to be begging, as if it is helpless and sad.

Wei Ling remained expressionless, and responded to him in the same indifferent tone: "It's not just her, right."

Yang Fan laughed, not loudly, but his upper body twitched: "I know I can't hide it from you."

Wei Ling said: "Madame Qiuhua found that my mana was extremely weak, so she wanted to take a gamble. There were many servants in your family, but I didn't see any of them when I came. You are afraid that I will see that they are all demons. So let them hide first, am I right?"

Yang Fan said deeply: "Yes, you are Tianyu Immortal, how could you be fooled."

"In Wanlefang, there used to be a spider spirit. The spider spirit buried spider silk in the dice bowl to manipulate the dice, so that the target you fancy won repeatedly, and then tricked him to come here and become food." Wei Wei Ling didn't miss the change of emotion in Yang Fan's eyes, he continued: "But yesterday, that spider spirit didn't seem to be there, otherwise the one who won the bet must be me, not Guo Jianchao."

The spider spirit will definitely try to use him as a spare ingredient.

Yang Fan was still laughing: "How do you know that it's you who won?"

Wei Ling stopped talking, he was indeed confident that he tasted better than Guo Jianchao, but this reason was not just a random one.

"That spider spirit attacked me in Huanyan Building the day before yesterday, but unfortunately, she failed." It was not difficult for Wei Ling to tell the truth, even though he knew how pathetic the man in front of him was and how much he should be sympathized with.

"Correct."

Yang Fan is not good at lying, and he answered honestly what Wei Ling guessed.

Therefore, Wei Ling has no reason to continue to cover up

He asked Yang Fan: "What is the purpose of killing me?"

Yang Fan looked at him, seeing his dry face reflected in those bright eyes like night.

He paused word by word and asked back: "Don't you deserve to die?"

He breathed quietly and raised the corners of his mouth quietly.

Wei Ling didn't speak any more.

He didn't know how long this silence would last, but Yang Fan had no intention of breaking it.

They hadn't seen each other for a long time. Since the end of the East War, Wei Ling was imprisoned in the palace in a disguised form by the emperor. In the spring and autumn after that, Wei Ling had no idea where Yang Fan went or how his life was.

He never thought that when he saw that young and energetic general again, he would see him sitting on the bed so miserable.

So many things happened during this period that I have no chance to seek understanding.

"Yao Dan, have you eaten?" Finally, Wei Ling changed the subject and broke the silence.

"Eat." Yang Fan replied.

"Who gave it to you?"

"Does it matter?"

Wei Ling stood up, and he had already given up on this meaningless gradual progress: "I'll just talk about the stakes in the middle, believe it or not, it's up to you."

Yang Fan's eyes followed him stubbornly: "Master Wei, you don't have to say it, I don't believe it."

If possible, Wei Ling really hopes that she can solve this problem properly.

But right now he couldn't do it.

Ashamed to say, the worst outcome was still guessed by Xia Zhou.

Although he can't use mana now, he can still feel the evil spirit surrounding the dormitory. They linger densely, like countless reptiles clinging to sensitive nerves.

Wei Ling stood still: "Ordinary people can use the demon pill to have demon power, and demon power can do many things. Maybe you can stand up again and hold the sword again."

"Yes, I also thought I could." Yang Fan opened his eyes wide: "But I can't, Wei Ling, I can't, I'm not born with witchcraft, even if I take the demon pill, I can't squeeze out a trace of demon power from all over my body." " He raised his face dejectedly, and his messy black hair fell behind him: "But there is no perfect way, right? If you take the demon pill, you can become a demon if you are not a human. If you are so incompetent to become a human, I will Why not just turn into a demon."

"You are strong yourself, suppressing the backlash of the demon core, that's all."

"Strong? Are you blind or stupid? Do you really think that putting on a sanctimonious appearance can make you look great?" Yang Fan tore off the quilt, strangled his crippled thigh, and roared almost hysterically Said: "Look clearly...! I'm a waste!! I can't even get off the couch! That bitch Gu Xiao crippled my legs, but kept my title of general! He wanted everyone to laugh at me, Everyone was surprised in front of me! General Yang! You are a cripple!"

Wei Ling didn't want to be louder than him: "The fact is so, what's the use of arguing with me."

"Then tell me, what should I do? What do you want me to do!!" Yang Fan finally broke out, his eyes widened, bloodshot eyes were entwined, and he looked so hideous!

"Forgive me." Wei Ling said slowly, "There is only one purpose for giving the demon pill to people without talent. It is not to let you borrow the power of the demon pill, but to let the demon pill swallow you up. I don't know who gave it to you." You got the demon pill, but he just wants to use you, why don't you trust Bai Lie, don't trust me, but trust someone who is pushing you into the abyss?"

It's ridiculous to say that in Yang Fan's heart, Wei Ling is the person with the highest cultivation level, but why, he couldn't listen to a word Wei Ling said at this time.

Yang Fan propped himself up on the couch, his chest heaving violently, he looked at Wei Ling on the verge of collapse, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

"Trust Bai Lie? Hahaha. Wei Ling... Isn't it Bai Lie who pushed me into the abyss? How do you want me to trust him...? I can't wait to tear him into pieces right now...!"

"You have known him for many years, I don't need to talk about his character." Wei Ling still said so coldly.

"What's the difference between a good man and a bad man? Can a dead person be resurrected?" Yang Fan growled in despair: "Can he help me avenge him? Can he help me kill Gu Xiao? Does he dare?" He looked directly at Wei Ling: "Do you dare?"

"In your opinion, I once suffered backlash for suppressing millions of dead souls. My body contains resentment that has no place to rest. Resentment can boil evil demons, so you kill me and let those resentments be free, and you can Use them to boil the demon core in your body, let the demon power burst out, and swallow you completely - this is the way you think? Right or not?"

"Correct."

"But have you ever thought that after becoming a demon, it doesn't understand your sadness or anger. It just occupies your body and uses it as an opportunity to live. Use your brain, you really think it Would you kill Gu Xiao for you?"

After saying such a stupid idea, Wei Ling couldn't help but smile wryly, he didn't expect Yang Fan to understand well, and he didn't expect Yang Fan to give up on it.

He saw Yang Fan slowly straighten his back, then bent down helplessly, resting his head on the couch, almost whimpering.

"Master Wei, I have nowhere to go, please don't hate me, please."

The demonic aura outside the house was surging, and it was already blocked. They would soon swarm in and eat Wei Ling.

But Wei Ling didn't move, he looked at Yang Fan's thin body, disappointed and sad: "Don't do useless work, I haven't been backlashed by resentment at all, even if you kill me, it is impossible to touch the demon core in your body. He frowned, and said in a crisp voice: "Besides, you don't have any monster aura, and the monster pill is probably useless to you."

Yang Fan's shoulders trembled suddenly, and he stared blankly at Wei Ling: "Maybe it's because I'm not destined to be a demon pill by nature."

Wei Ling closed his lips and remained silent. He saw a hostility in Yang Fan's eyes that was about to erupt, and this hostility was coming towards him.

"But, Wei Ling! It's meaningless for you to lie to me!" Soon, the hostility burst out, and Yang Fan roared with hatred: "You think I'm a fool? After that soul sedation, you were in a coma for a whole day!" For two days, I had a mental breakdown and lost my mind. After several years, you were like a lunatic. Gu Xiao even locked you in the palace and summoned famous people from all over the world to treat you. Do you... Do you want to say, this You pretended everything?"

Wei Ling also hoped that she had lied to him, but unfortunately, the truth is always crueler than imagined.

He knew that Yang Fan wouldn't believe what he said now.

Besides, he couldn't continue talking.

Yang Fan tilted his head to look at him, as if he was already tired of Wei Ling's silence.

He said: "Forget it, it's useless to talk more...how can you know if you don't try?"