After wearing the book, I married the enemy proton

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Crazy

"do not want!"

Shouting loudly, Yun Le rushed over and grabbed the man in black who was slowly softening.

The smell of blood rushed to the face, the flames flashed in front of the eyes, the lamp on the table was lit, and the orange light filled the whole room.

Su Yangjiao frowned and stood floating with his hands on the table, the candlelight flickered on his cold face, a bit puzzled and panicked.

Yun Le's gaze began to dodge, his hand even trembled a little more than when the sword fell just now, and his eyes fell on the long sword on the floor.

Following his gaze, Su Yangjiao also looked there, he squatted down slowly, and picked up the long sword inlaid with red jade.

"Su Luo Sword?"

Yun Le didn't speak, but his eyes jumped.

Yun Le also has the same sword, because this sword was given by the master when Yun Le and his younger brother left the school.

There are only two in the world.

The assassin was lying in front of them. Su Yangjiao looked up at Wei Nanxun, and looked down at Yunle. With some consideration in his heart, he stretched out his finger and stopped at the corner of the assassin's face scarf.

"Ji'er, you'd better not read it."

Wei Nanxun came up at some point and stood behind him, his voice soft but cold.

Whether he looks at it or not, his face will not change. Wei Nanxun is worried about his state of mind when he sees the truth with his own eyes.

Su Yangjiao knew who the Su Luo Sword belonged to, but he still had a little bit of fantasy.

Certain truths, whether you like it or not, are just there, and the facts will never change.

Yun Le sat limply on the ground, but not a single tear flowed from his red eyes, as if he had foreseen what happened today.

When he was born as a teacher, one of him and his younger brother came to Huawu Mansion, and the other went to Fenglu Mansion.

Mianyi is weak-tempered, not as resolute as he is, at that time Yunle felt that Fenglu Mansion was a better choice.

Because the second prince has always been quite famous, he is more easy-going towards the people around him, unlike the fourth prince who is so unpredictable.

But over the past few years, their circumstances are so different.

The surroundings were so silent, the night was like a slowly tightening net, entwining Yunle's heart inch by inch.

He raised his head with difficulty, looked at Su Yangjiao, and found that his face was so pale that it was frightening, he gritted his teeth and suppressed the grief in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, I'm going to ask someone to clean up this place."

Before leaving, he looked back at the assassin's body on the ground.

She closed her eyes hard, a tear couldn't be held back, and slipped down from the corner of her eye, Yun Le turned out of the clean yard.

In the dark, he squatted in a corner where no one could see clearly, crying loudly.

The more silent it is, the more countless sounds intermingle in it, the sound of the breeze blowing, the sound of lanterns colliding with each other, the sound of friction between leaves, the sound of heart beating, and the sound of blood flowing on the floor...

"do not look."

Gently covered Su Yangjiao's eyes with both hands, and pulled him into his arms.

Su Yangjiao's fingertips were still at the corner of the man in black's face mask, and he hesitated to make a final confirmation.

Although he knew that judging from Yunle's performance, there was no need to confirm anything.

But he didn't believe it, in the end Su Yunwan still wanted to kill him.

"Why is he just refusing to let me go?" Su Yangjie turned around and softly hugged himself into Wei Nanxun's arms.

When he came through the book, it was Su Yunjie who gave him the first family affection, the warmth that he never thought of before.

But why in just a few months, the family affection that moved him turned into a merciless killing?

Wei Nanxun raised his hand, gently brushing away the tears hanging from his eyelashes.

He didn't speak, he couldn't say a word of comfort, because this kind of confusion had been asked countless times in his heart.

Su Yangjiao felt that what he wanted was very simple, as long as others could give him a little bit of warmth, he was willing to give back a little bit.

The wind outside the window swayed the shadows of the trees, and the jagged mottled reflections dangled on his body.

"Nan Xun, the smell here makes me sick, can you take me away?"

Su Yangjiao huddled himself in Wei Nanxun's arms, and when he raised his wet eyes, he was full of pleading.

He didn't want to stay in this room for a second, the bad smell of blood made him feel sick to breathe.

"Jie'er, listen to me." Wei Nanxun put his palm on Su Yangjia's shoulder, and exerted a little force, "I can take you away, but you left today, and you still have to come back tomorrow to face it. Reality, the truth you have to learn to face."

"Your second brother is much more complicated than you think. I know you trust him very much, and he is very important in your heart." Wei Nanxun stared into Su Yangjiao's eyes, and raised his hand to wipe the smear on his face. tear stains.

Su Yangjiao's eyes were red, he suppressed his nose, and said in a crying voice: "Even if I can only escape this night, I don't want to take it here now, take me away..."

Wei Nanxun nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take you away."

There are few stars, the rapid breathing of the two people on the horseback, ups and downs in the dark night.

Aimless, two people on one horse.

The person in front had already fallen into a deep sleep. Their clothes were thin and their long hair was hanging down. It was only at this moment that they realized that they had nowhere to go.

Wei Nanxun held the man in front of his chest with one hand, and tightly grasped the rein with the other hand. The horse paced back and forth on this pasture. Wei Nanxun was dressed in black, like a ghost .

When they stopped in front of a tree, Wei Nanxun carefully carried him off his horse. He leaned against the tree trunk and put Su Yangjiao's head on his lap. Afraid that his body might be chilled, Wei Nanxun Nan Xun took off his coat and covered him.

Under the moonlight, his long eyelashes were still shining with tears, and Wei Nanxun bent down to kiss those moist eyes.

Probably because he was very sad, when Wei Nanxun kissed the corner of his lips, he rubbed his cheek against Wei Nanxun's lips, without even opening his eyes.

This kind of response is probably the instinct of the body, or it may be closeness and trust in him.

When he stopped now, Wei Nanxun saw the blood splattered on Su Yangjiao's face, and he thought of the person who cried and begged to take him away just now, he must really hate his body being stained with blood.

Wei Nanxun tore off a corner of his shirt, and gently wiped it on his face, yes, a clean look is the best.

When it touched the neck, the person on the leg let out a weak snort, suddenly Su Yangjiao stretched out his arm and clung to the back of Wei Nanxun's neck, the person who was too lazy to open his eyes pouted his lips and waited for someone to go pick.

Wei Nan searched all the way, and said softly: "Go to sleep, I won't touch you anymore."

"But, I want you to touch me."

For a moment, Wei Nanxun's thoughts rushed out, blaming Su Yang for sleeping, his head was always dishonest, twisting from side to side.

But seeing Su Yangjiao's pale face and Ruoyuewu's weak breathing, he suppressed those rampant irrationality.

He lightly kissed the corner of Su Yangjiao's lips, "You are tired today, good boy."

Su Yangjiao arched his back, bit his lips, and pushed him onto the grass, "No, I'm tired, but I want to be even more tired, I don't want to think about those disgusting things anymore... "

The next moment, he was heavily pushed back to the grass, whispering Night Breeze in his ear, "Okay."

No matter when and where, Wei Nanxun couldn't refuse him.

When the cold moonlight fell, Wei Nan thought that Su Yangjiao was a mandala flower, which looked pure and white, but after tasting it, it would turn bright blood red, so delicate and charming.

It turned out that whiteness was just his protective color.

Knowing that it is poisonous, but still can't help but get closer and kiss Fangze.

This is probably the way he wanted to vent his anger, because Su Yangjiao was unprecedentedly active and active.

He frantically raised his head to bite Wei Nanxun's neck, ear tips, and all the body he could touch, and swallowed his lips with waves.

Full of nonsense.

There was an ambiguous smell in the air, and Su Yangjie breathed heavily, finally squeezing the disgusting bloody smell out of his lungs.

Accompanied by each other's panting like raindrops, the stars gradually faded in the dark night.

"You're going to get hurt, baby."

Wei Nanxun held his face in his hands, and pecked at his tears overflowing from the pain.

"Just let me die in this indulgence, okay?"

Su Yangjiao sat there quietly, ignorant of consciousness, everything was sleeping in the dark world, as if only the two of them were still awake in the world.

The grass was covered with Wei Nanxun's coat, the folds were deep, and the broken grass tips were scattered all over the place.

The sky was getting hazy, seeing the person in his arms finally exhausted to the point of no strength, and falling into a deep sleep, Wei Nanxun's heart ached.

On the skin that was originally transparent, there were many mottled spots and bruises of different shades everywhere, showing their madness and fierceness in the night everywhere.

Even cruder than ever before.

"Nan Xun, the pain in the body can probably be greater than the pain in the heart?"

Before falling asleep, Su Yangjiao left these words.

Wei Nanxun stroked his drenched hair, watching the other party exhausted to the limit, no longer responding to anything.

So it won't bother you.

The sky began to turn white, Wei Nanxun knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, they had already been criticized, if they were recognized again, they would not know what kind of storms would be caused in the court.

When they went out last night, they let their hair loose, but according to Da Jiang's ancestral system, no filial piety should be let out. He picked up a branch at random, sharpened one end with a dagger, and put Su Yang's hair in a bun, and inserted the branch went in.

I have to feel that people are good-looking, even if they are inserted into a tree branch.

Wei Nanxun picked him up and put him on the horse's back. He was so tired that Su Yangjiao just hummed a few words, then collapsed on his chest weakly.

"Jie'er, I can't see the way clearly, can you wake up?"

Wei Nanxun couldn't bear to disturb him, but there was nothing he could do. He really couldn't see the road clearly. It was okay in the suburbs where there were so few people, but it would definitely not work if he entered the city.

But the person in front of him couldn't wake up at all.

He just raised his eyelids shallowly, then collapsed again in extreme fatigue.

Wei Nan thought about it for a while, so he decided not to go back to the city, but to find a deserted place in the suburbs, let people rest and sleep enough, and then go back.

But where to go?

Not far from here, there is a desolate temple, which few people usually go to. Wei Nanxun once stayed here for one night. That time, he came to Shengjing City with a huge sense of shame as a hostage, knowing that the road ahead was Shengjingcheng, and Wei Nanxun didn't want to get any closer.

That time, in this ruined temple, he even thought about ending his useless life.

Isn't it good to die in a deserted temple like this?

However, after sleeping on the haystack all night, Wei Nanxun suddenly thought about it. He still had blood feuds with thousands of people, so he couldn't close his eyes so easily.

Revenge became the deepest obsession in his heart from that moment on.

Wei Nanxun carried the man off the horse, the ruined temple was still the same as he had been there at that time, barren and dusty everywhere, but fortunately there was no one there.

Wei Nanxun put the man on the haystack, and remembered that there used to be a small stove behind the temple. He put his coat on Su Yangjiao's body. Looking at the weak and tired man at this moment, he began to regret, why? You have to listen to him, why let him mess around.

After a long sigh, Wei Nanxun groped and walked backwards. The small stove was still there, and even the firewood next to it still maintained its former appearance.

Wei Nanxun took a few sticks of firewood and threw them in. He still wanted to boil some hot water to wipe Su Yangjiao, and let him sleep peacefully.

When he wakes up again, everything will be over.