Peony Overlord [Rebirth]

However, when the old man was about to follow them with the suitcase on his back, the few people who were also looking for a doctor quickly stopped him, put the sick man on his back, and begged the old man to show him.

The autumn wind blows through the streets and alleys, knocking out the roars of ferocious beasts, and murderous intentions are hidden everywhere in the humid and gloomy air.

Hou Yingnan picked up a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth without interest. The guard hurried into the house, saluted Hou Yingnan, and said, "Master, the one next to Shi Jiaming is called Chenfan." He has already left the city, rode his horse past Guqu Pass and headed east along the river."

Hou Yingnan gave his bamboo chopsticks a pause, and he threw the chopsticks on the table. The maid came forward and handed over the handkerchief respectfully. Hou Yingnan wiped his hands carefully, with a half-smile: "It seems that he is going to investigate to the end."

His voice was gloomy, and the guard and maid bowed their heads in fright.

"Just him?" Hou Yingnan asked.

"Just one person."

"Bring a hundred hidden guards, and I will let this kid go and never return." Hou Yingnan threw the wiped veil on the table, and the veil was covered with lumps, like oil and blood.

***

When Xing Yanhong came back, there were obviously a few more people in the group. He could see the blue figure in the group at a glance, and ran over without stopping to hug him.

The strong man who was following him stopped not far away, and he was also afraid, after all, the disease was severe, and he was old and young, and he must not fall down at this time.

After hiding in the hut and seeing the second son of the Shi family fall down, a few people ran out worried, but they only dared to look not far from the hut, not daring to approach, most of them were inside the room, the broken windows of this room were small and high, They couldn't see it, so they could only hold on to the door frame expectantly.

Xing Yanhong suppressed his anger, hugged the man in his arms, left the pile of coughing patients, sat down beside the torch not far away, turned his head to the strong man and said solemnly: "Take someone in and close the door. "

The torch crackled, and thick black smoke drifted out from the flames. He saw Xing Yanhong's turned back face was obscured in the mist, and he couldn't see clearly. The flames radiated brilliantly from behind him, and the depression and anxiety dispersed in the mist, transforming It became the cruelty, anxiety, and worry between his eyebrows and eyes.

The strong man came back to his senses. He nodded quickly as if he had just woken up from a dream, and drove in the people outside and those who were still watching at the door, and closed the door.

The sound of coughing and panting outside came one after another, and the torch flickered, splitting the darkness around it abruptly from the middle, cold and hot, ice and fire screaming at this moment, just like purgatory on earth.

"You should go in..." Chu Xinle panted heavily. Like those people, he kept coughing, dizzy, and his limbs were weak and trembling.

Xing Yanhong saw the handkerchief that Chu Xinle was clutching tightly, and the words that were supposed to hurt him were choked in his heart, and turned into a handful of honey that corroded his heart. The tip of his nose was so sweet, and his heart softened. The red silk, the eagle cub galloping freely in the sky of Jiuyuan choked up, he sighed and hugged Chu Xinle tightly so that there was no gap between them.

"Don't be afraid, your third son is strong and will not get sick." Xing Yanhong patted Chu Xinle's shoulder like coaxing a child, and shook it slowly.

Chu Xinle didn't speak, he enjoyed every moment of contact with Xing Yanhong, warm chest, firm arms, wide and thick palms.

He said that he seduced someone, but it was clearly this person who was seducing him, every word he said entered into Chu Xinle's heart, and every time he called his name was like pouring aphrodisiac on him, Xing Yanhong whispered frivolously in his ear, and then embraced him steadily and calmly.

It was only then that Chu Xinle discovered that he was obsessed with every part of Xing Yanhong, everything about him, and she wanted to shamelessly possess them. Maybe they were born with similarities, but their broken fate caused them to take completely different paths. Chu Xinle looked sideways on the thorny road, and saw Xing Yanhong laughing heartily, riding his horse and raising his whip, and the horse's hoof stirred up a few bouquets of green grass and wild flowers.

He is yearning for everything about Xing Yanhong.

The open-minded Shunhe in the past turned into cowardice and cowardice at the moment of parting from life and death. He had already died once, and he walked away without any worries last time. This was just going through the same baptism of death again. , mixed with infatuation and snuggling, turned into hands clenched tightly.

He dare not die.

He has worries in his heart and can't rest assured.

"Chu Yi'an, Yi'an, Ah Le." He heard Xing Yanhong calling him over and over again, as if there was a layer of wind in his ears, he greedily wanted to grab it, but was snatched away the moment he heard it .

Chu Xinle couldn't stop the convulsions all over his body, he panted slowly and laboriously, and responded with a soft hum from his nasal cavity.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep." Xing Yanhong hugged Chu Xinle up a bit, let his head rest on his hard shoulder, stretched out his hand and gently brushed the few strands of hair sticking to his cheeks, and pinched again She pinched his cheeks that had regained some flesh in the past few days, and then patted his back lightly with the other hand, shaking slowly: "I made it through last time, Yi An, try hard again, okay?"

The air coming in and out of the nasal cavity was getting less and less, Chu Xinle opened his mouth wide, the suffocation feeling strangled his neck, his body trembled even more, and he even wanted to break free from Xing Yanhong's embrace.

Xing Yanhong held him tightly in his arms, soft yet firm, leaned over and kissed his slightly opened mouth, trying to breathe for him, but the effect was minimal.

"It'll be fine, Yi'an, you still have to go back to Jiuyuan with me, we're going to race horses on the pasture in Jiuyuan, and we're going to build a house under the Tongtian Tower in Jiuyuan, we're going to get up early in the morning , and rest at sunset, embracing each other on the couch at night, you can't do without me, Chu Yi'an, and I can't do without you, we are destined to be one."

We were broken and scattered, to be reunited in being scattered.

Chu Xinle closed his eyes, but he didn't let go of his clenched hands. The hum in his throat was unknown, but Xing Yanhong saw the tears on the corners of Chu Xinle's eyes, and the corners of his slightly raised lips.

"So Yi An, you have to live." The torch looked at Xing Yanhong's three-dimensional face, his deep brows and eyes were entangled with hope and despair, his chin was stubbled by the fatigue of the past few days, and the fatigue was hidden in him In his forbearance, he was afraid.

"Xinle, Yi An, the head of the Chu family and Mrs. Chu wish you a happy life." Xing Yanhong smiled thoughtfully, he put his chin on the top of Chu Xinle's head, and shook gently: "Yi An, you are well." stand up."

Chu Xinle in his arms finally moved. His weak hands struggled to grab Xing Yanhong's skirt, and rubbed against his arms softly. His eyes opened and closed again, and blinked slowly. His voice was very soft. It was soft, it was the sound of breath, it just fell into Xing Yanhong's ears and then scattered into the wind, but when Xing Yanhong heard it, his nose became even more sore.

"Xing Boluan...I want to go back to Jiuyuan with you, with you..." He was finally willing to face up to his heart, all the walls that had been piled up collapsed at this moment, whether he was worth it or not, he Le has never been a hypocritical person. Xing Yanhong loves him, and he is also obsessed with Xing Yanhong. The future will be left to the future, and the present time belongs to them only.

Xing Yanhong's swaying body slowed down, Chu Xinle heard a chuckle above his head, the voice lingering in his ears, he heard Xing Yanhong say: "You need to get better, I will take you home."

The feeling of suffocation became more and more intense, Chu Xinle's fair face turned red, he nodded lightly and forcefully, and looked up at Xing Yanhong affectionately.

"You take me home."

Time passed moment by moment, and the people in the house were no longer infected, but the condition of the people outside the house became more and more serious.

They had no strength to cough anymore, Chu Xinle felt his throat swell, he grabbed Xing Yanhong's skirt with both hands, and stuffed the handkerchief in his hand into his arms, holding back his coughing and panting to pave the way for him to be grabbed by himself wrinkled clothes.

"Wait, Yi An, I'll be here soon, the doctor will be here soon." Xing Yanhong believed in Lin Hao, even if the old man didn't come, Lin Hao would bring him here.

Xing Yanhong's voice was like the gate of Chu Xinle's tear glands, he closed his eyes powerlessly, the tears filled his eyes slipped into his temples, the god of death restrained his neck and wanted to drag him into hell, he should have gone to hell long ago, In other words, from the moment he was born, he shouldn't have climbed out of the thorny, dark and cold hell. He was originally that soul that shouldn't exist in the world.

"Boluan...Third Brother...Sanlang..." Chu Xinle called out again and again, softer and slower than the last, the smile on his face became stronger and stronger, and he clenched his hands. The fingers holding Xing Yanhong's skirt loosened inch by inch, and the strength of the muscles was pulled away bit by bit.

In the chaos and illusion, Xing Yanhong in front of him disappeared, and he came to Qinchuan again. Li Lianyi and his brother took him out of the sea of ​​fire, but his brother turned and left again. Everything was doomed from the very beginning.

"You have to live, you have to live well, Ah Le, Chu Xinle, Chu Yi'an, you should be the most beautiful person in this world."

These were the words his brother roared before being engulfed in the sea of ​​flames.

"Phoenix nirvana, rebirth from the ashes, the one who will control and balance the aristocratic family in the future must be me, Qinchuan Chuerlang!"

The fire engulfed the illusory but real familiar figure, and Chu Xinle still dare not forget the words that resounded through the sky in the sea of ​​fire.

He is Chu Xinle, he is the Chu family...

"Yi An...my Yi An, the third young master has just chased you, why are you willing to leave Saburo behind..."

Xing Yanhong's deep words stuck to his ears, his undulating chest vibrated with the sound, Chu Xinle wanted to try his best to inhale more of his smell, which was the smell of the sun.

He was getting hotter and hotter, Xing Yanhong naturally noticed it, but he hugged him even tighter, for fear of blowing a bit of wind, the only thatched hut closest to the river, if he went in now, he would be putting the lives of the people inside at risk , but if he rushed back to the mansion now, it would be even more troublesome if the doctor came and couldn't find anyone.

Xing Yanhong took off his outer shirt and wrapped it around Chu Xinle.

Suddenly a voice came from behind, Xing Yanhong suddenly turned his head, a pair of fierce eagle eyes stared at the person who was about to sneak out of the thatched hut.

Seeing that they were discovered by Xing Yanhong, those people trembled with fear from that look in their eyes, and stood where they were, not knowing what to do.

"Go back." Xing Yanhong was too lazy to talk nonsense.

A person inside couldn't hold back, covered his mouth and nose and said urgently: "I can't stay here any longer! Who knows if there are any sick people in the room, and besides, even Mr. Shi has contracted the disease!"

Xing Yanhong narrowed his eyes and stared at the man, piercing his sinister eyes, the man suddenly stopped talking and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"What do you say about Mr. Shi?"

The man trembled a few more times, panicked, put down his hand covering his mouth and nose, quickly waved his hand and changed his words: "No, no, Second Master Shi...Second Master Shi is too much trouble these days It's just... just passed out."

Xing Yanhong didn't move, didn't take his eyes off, and said after a long time: "Yes, Master Shi passed out from overwork." He suddenly widened his eyes: "I don't have any disease."

The man hastily catered: "Yes, yes."

Xing Yanhong returned to his indifferent appearance, turned his head, hugged Chu Xinle tightly, and said to the people behind him: "Go back to the room before I get angry, I have a different temper from your Second Young Master Shi."

Those people only knew that the third son of the Xing family was drinking and having fun all day long. Everyone was afraid that this bastard would go crazy and kill people, so they immediately turned around and went back to the house, closing the door to death.

When Xing Yanhong looked down, he realized that the quiet person in his arms had closed his eyes.

"Chu Yi'an!"

"master!"

Lin Hao's voice came from a distance, getting closer and closer, Xing Yanhong quickly picked up Chu Xinle, and along with Lin Hao, there were also Shi Haoming and the old doctor.