What did the cannon fodder do wrong?

The word "kill you" was wrapped around the cold knife point. Even if Yue Zhezhi was not killed, he was stabbed by these two words and almost lost his size. He looked up at the silver sword pointing at him through the dim light in the cabin.

The silver sword is cold.

Yue Zhezhi knew that this cold silver sword was once stained with blood.There are evil spirits who do a lot of evil, and there are monks who deserve what they deserve. Now

Yue Zhezhi didn't dare to think about what his blood-stained red sword looked like, he tried his best to maintain his composure, trembling, he pressed on the hilt like two willow leaves overlapped together, and touched the back of Rong Yan's hand with his fingertips.

Rong Yan's hands were cold, his hands were also cold due to fright, they touched together, like two ice floes that accidentally collided together on the sea level.

"Little Junior Brother, why are you crazy?! Take the sword away, the sword has no eyes." Yue Zhezhi still had the blush at the end of his eyes after a physical attack. He pretended not to know anything, trying to push away the sword pointed at him.

Rong Yan raised his thin eyelids: "Crazy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Zhezhi's hand was suddenly pushed aside by an invisible force, and the silver sword against his eyebrows slid down, breaking the skin between his eyebrows.

Bright red blood seeped out from the cut skin and rolled to the tip of Yue Zhezhi's nose.

Yue Zhezhi is not as ugly as everyone guesses, on the contrary, he is extremely beautiful, like a crabapple.Born with peach blossom eyes, and a small red mole on the tip of the nose, when looking at people, she still looks innocent and pitiful, with a vague physique and due charm.

Rong Yan's white hair glowed in the dim light, and he said clearly, "Am I crazy or you deserve it? You don't know? Lu Wu."

When Yue Zhezhi cheated Rong Yan by wearing a loose vest, she gave herself a pseudonym of Lu Wu.

"Who is Lu Wu Lu Wu?"

Yue Zhezhi was much lower than Rong Yan's cultivation level, he couldn't avoid Rong Yan's sword, so he could only bear the pain between his eyebrows, his voice trembled, and refused to admit that he was Lu Wu.

"I don't understand what you're talking about at all, get out and don't bother me." Before he finished speaking, the tip of the sword resting between his eyebrows suddenly pierced into the center of his eyebrows.

The piercing pain hit, Yue Zhezhi cried out in pain, and he felt a warm liquid flow down his face.

Rong Yan let go of his hand, allowing the Yinjian to float in mid-air, he bent down slightly, and looked at Yuezhezhi like looking down on an ant, his extremely black eyes were filled with coldness, and said:

"Since you don't understand, let me tell you—a loose cultivator, Lu Wu, who has been deliberate for ten years, has taken away people's luck, and deserves death."

Yue Zhezhi's face turned pale, knowing that no matter how much he denied that he was not Lu Wu, a casual cultivator, it would be useless, Rong Yan had already confirmed that he was Lu Wu.

His face was covered with blood, and tears rolled out of his eyes uncontrollably, dripping and splashing on the snow-colored robe with the blood.

"I didn't take it, I just" Yue Zhezhi gritted his teeth and shook his voice, "Drunk, unconscious, cheating you of a little bit of luck, the crime is not worthy of death."

Rong Yan didn't believe his words, his words seemed to freeze: "There are many lies."

"I—" Yue Zhezhi felt extremely wronged. "I don't."

He held the blade of the sword, pursed his lips, and tears and blood fell straight down.

"I really didn't lie. You called me mean and shameless, and you called me jealous and envious of you. I admit it, but I really didn't lie. I didn't mean it. You put the sword away, and I will return the luck to you."

After Yue Zhezhi hid back to the sect, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, trespassed on the forbidden area, and found a way to pay back her luck in ancient cheat books.

——Returning luck and cheating luck both require close contact, that is, kissing, but the spells are different.

When Yue Zhezhi found a way to return his luck, he wanted to return his luck to Rong Yan, but he was afraid of being killed, so he backed down.

One retreat is five years, until today.

Yue Zhezhi silently recited the spell to return luck in his heart, half-supported his body: "You close your eyes, I"

Before the words were spoken, the silver sword stabbed forward suddenly. The moment the silver sword stabbed forward, Yue Zhezhi heard the sound of the skull being pierced.

Yue Zhezhi's words were all blocked in his throat, he didn't know if it was the sound of the skull piercing, he was in too much pain, it was hard to hear what the sound was.

Although I can't tell what the sound is, he should be dying.

It was the first time that Yue Zhezhi was so close to death.

He felt a lot of warm liquid flowing out, flowing to his neck, and his neck and collar became hot.

When Yue Zhezhi was so painful that he lost consciousness, he suddenly felt like he was stepping on the air. His head seemed to be hit hard, and he instantly realized that he was dreaming within a dream.

With heavy eyelids, Yue Zhezhi struggled to open his eyes after trying several times, struggling to escape from the dream.

He panted twice, sat up, through the mask, tremblingly touched the center of his eyebrows, and while touching the center of his eyebrows, Yue Zhezhi looked at his robe.

The robes were snow-colored, clean and free of blood.

Confirming that it was just a dream within a dream, Yue Zhezhi sat slumped on the bed, he waited for a long time, put down his hands, got up and pushed open the cabin door to breathe.

Outside the cabin, Lin Chao and Bei Ansheng were meditating, and Rong Yan was guarding the boat.As if sensing that the cabin door was pushed open, Rong Yan raised his eyes to look at him, and coldly called senior brother.

When Yue Zhezhi saw Rong Yan, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his whole body tensed unconsciously.

"Eldest brother, you seem to be very nervous?" Rong Yan walked in front of him at some point, bent slightly to look at him, a few strands of snow-white hair followed his movements, spreading to his shoulders with a cold fragrance.

Yue Zhezhi subconsciously took a step back, he felt a dull pain between his brows. "What are you nervous about?"

Rong Yan said: "Junior brother doesn't know why senior brother is nervous, it seems"

He paused, his voice cold and sickly. "It seems to be afraid of the younger brother."

"What are you afraid of?" Yue Zhezhi forcibly changed the subject, "Afraid that you have white hair? Speaking of which, why is your hair white?"

Rong Yan didn't answer, he straightened up, lowered his eyes, and coughed heart-rendingly.

When Yue Zhezhi heard the sound of coughing, he immediately wanted to hand him a handkerchief. When the handkerchief was about to be handed out, Yue Zhezhi realized that this was his habit of aliasing "Lu Wu" as a loose cultivator, so he was so frightened that he immediately took back the handkerchief. look at him.

Yue Zhezhi didn't want to expose his identity, so he pierced his head with a sword.

He had already experienced it once in his dream, it was too painful.

Rong Yan coughed so much that his lips were stained with blood, the blood gave him a breath of life, he took out his handkerchief, slowly wiped off the blood on his lips, and then replied to Yue Zhezhi's question.

"Very white."

Yue Zhezhi was taken aback when he heard the words, and blurted out: "Why are you angry?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when Yue Zhezhi asked this question, he felt that the surroundings were a bit colder, and Jiang Feng whimpered and blew.

Rong Yan stared at Yue Zhezhi: "What do you think you are angry with?"

Rong Yan's gaze was extremely penetrating, when Yue Zhezhi was stared at by Rong Yan, he felt that Rong Yan's gaze had already penetrated the mask and saw his true face.A layer of cold sweat broke out on Yue Zhezhi's back, and he couldn't help but think that Rong Yan was trying to cheat him of luck.

Lowering his head in a panic, Yue Zhezhi excused himself to have something to do, entered the cabin, and closed the hatch.

The moment the hatch door was closed, Yue Zhezhi slid along the door and sat on the ground, hastily dragged out the plan in his heart, and revised what he was going to do now.

First: Find an opportunity to return the luck to Rong Yan as it is;

Second: After returning the luck, leave the sect in a low-key manner, the farther away from Rong Yan the better;

After Yue Zhezhi had finished correcting what he was going to do, his heart calmed down. He took off his mask and raised his hand to touch the center of his brow.

The feeling of being killed in the dream persisted for a long time.