Yang Shu Mei Ying

Chu Feiyang took Jun Shuying and flew directly into the middle of the lake. His hands crossed and supported under Jun Shuying's shoulders. He placed Jun Shuying's back on his palm to smooth his breath.

Jun Shuying spit out black blood and coughed. He shoved Chu Feiyang in front of him, but with a scuff at his feet, he slipped into the water. Chu Feiyang busily dived down and picked up the man, wiped the water on his face, and frowned, "You are dead!"

Jun Shuying panted. The wet hair was attached to his face, and the warm lake water flowed down his cheeks, and he couldn't care to wipe it, only watching Chu Feiyang coldly through the continuously falling waterline.

Chu Feiyang's heart was cold. Jun Shuying has never seen him like this. Even a few months ago, they were still enemies. He had seen resentment, calculation, resentment, helplessness, gloat, and even murderousness in Jun Shuying's eyes never made him feel so cold. Those are not like the eyes before them, full of naked crazy hatred, extreme disgust, cold.

Maybe it has happened before, but he admits that he can no longer be indifferent like he once was.

Chu Feiyang knew that Jun Shuying was still unconscious, sighed, avoiding the cold sight of Jun Shuying, and put his hand on his back.

"Gao Fang is the best person for me." Jun Shuying said lightly.

"... I know." Chu Feiyang answered along.

"Gao Fang is the only person who is good to me in this world." Jun Shuying continued to whisper.

"……Yep."

"But you killed him." Jun Shuying's voice started to be a little unstable.

"..." Chu Feiyang was speechless.

"You make me lose everything." Chu Feiyang felt that the breath in Jun Shuying's body began to be chaotic again, his hands increased in strength, and he frowned, "Jun Shuying, calm down. You go into the magic, no matter what Wait until you're fine. "

"My rights-my martial arts-my status-" Jun Shuying's voice trembled with some madness, "In the end, I lost even the high level."

Chu Feiyang suddenly felt a cold between his neck and hurriedly backed away. Without Chu Feiyang's support, Jun Shuying fell into the water again. Chu Feiyang could only step forward and pull him up again, raising his hand to block the sharp dagger that came over. Chu Feiyang couldn't help but be grateful that the blue wolf had collected Jun Shuying's poison weapon early in the morning.

Regardless of his struggle, Jun Shuying kept his bloodshot red eyes open, and he couldn't cast any moves at any distance. He just attacked madly.

Chu Feiyang was going to avoid his attack, while supporting him to prevent him from sinking into the water. Jun Shuying's bulging soft abdomen bumped into him from time to time, making him even more nervous. Chu Feiyang slowly worked hard.

"Jun Shuying! What are you crazy! Sober!" Chu Feiyang shouted.

Jun Shuying did not respond, but his men kept attacking. Every move is fierce and fatal, and I hate that Chu Feiyang's hatred can be broken into thousands of pieces. Each move made Chu Feiyang's heart feel more painful as if tightened.

In the end Chu Fei Yang simply did not hide, let the blade straight into his left shoulder, only open his hands to hold tightly to Jun Shuying, holding on to Shu Shuying even harder.

"Don't move, don't move any more." Chu Feiyang gritted his teeth and cut his teeth. Fragmentary pictures of the past months have passed before him. He didn't know when Jun Shuying's hatred for him became so unbearable. Every knife that Jun Shuying stabbed at him was as stabbed in his heart, and it was more than a hundred times more painful than the pain of being cut open by the knife.

Under the shadow of Jun Shuying, he vigorously pulled out the knife and was caught by Chu Feiyang with his internal force and could not be pulled out. Then he held the knife handle and pulled it horizontally, as cold as to cut Yang Feiyang's body.

Chu Feiyang closed his eyes and yelled, grabbed Jun Shuying's hand, and pulled out the dagger suddenly. A warm blood spurted out and splashed on Jun Shuying's face.

Chu Feiyang snatched the dagger and raised his hand into the water. He held Jun Shuying's face, and wiped a string of blood on it with a rough finger, which turned into a bright red, and slid his fingertips on Jun Shuying's lips, moving fiercely.

"Do you really hate me so much, don't you just go into the magic?" Chu Feiyang gasped, said in a low, dumb voice, "Do you hate me doing this?"

Chu Feiyang's voice disappeared between the close lips.

Jun Shuying is still in a delirious state, and his movements carry some irrational madness. He didn't have the sensible space to think about the meaning of such close-fitting lips and teeth, but instinctively rejected Chu Feiyang's approach. Jun Shuying struggled with his hands and feet, fiercely shifting his face from side to side, avoiding Chu Feiyang, with obvious disgust on his face.

Chu Feiyang was also angry, grabbing Jun Shuying's head with his right hand, and fiercely printed his lips.

Jun Shuying looked at him with crystal clear eyes. The short distance allowed Chu Feiyang to see the hatred, disgust, and madness more clearly. Chu Feiyang closed his eyes in pain.

Jun Shuying looked straight into his eyes, and Chu Feiyang could only close his eyes by himself, not looking at the eyes that made him feel heartache.

Chu Feiyang's left hand released Jun Shuying, gently tapped his sleeping acupoint, supported his soft body, and continued to input internal forces for him. Jun Shuying's face dangled from his chest, and Chu Feiyang vacated a hand and raised his face. He was gentle only when he was lethargic. No cynicism, no vicious calculations.

"You are vicious, you are greedy for life, you are afraid of death, you chase power and seek profit. But I am ..." Chu Feiyang whispered in Jun Shuying's impossible ear.