This Lord is Too Cruel: 232 Reborn

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Feng Aotian helped him to sit up, watching it was still early, she looked at him, "Try moving your legs."

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng nodded, then put his hands on his sides and slowly curled his knees. Obviously, he has been sitting in a wheelchair since he can remember, and now he has both legs. It feels like tears are flowing in his eyes. He slowly bends his knees, then flattens, then slowly bends, flattens, and repeats this way...

Feng Aotian looked at the excitement in his eyes, with a slight smile on the corners of her mouth. He was very inferior when he was a disability since he was a child, so he developed a lonely temperament and did not like to When people come in contact with people, he will get furious every time his heart is upset, but later, she took him out of his own safe haven. He slowly began to come into contact with the noisy environment and slowly changed his temper, but The inferiority in his heart can never be erased.

Now, he can stand up, which is incredible for him. He lifted his right foot slightly with the feeling, turned around slightly, then put down his right foot, and then lifted his left foot. Putting it down again, he stood up slowly with his hands propped on his body, and slowly moved his hands away from the dragon couch. However, because he could not stand for a long time, his legs trembled, but he was bent and did not dare to stand upright.

Feng Aotian stood in front of him and whispered, "Take two steps."

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, with a smile on his mouth. He looked down at his feet, and slowly moved his right foot. He could really take a step forward, but he suppressed Inner joy, and then stepped on his left foot, but because the strength of his legs was not strong enough, it was like a child who had just learned to walk, his body lost his center of gravity, and he fell straight forward.

Feng Aotian opened his arms and put him firmly in his arms, but Gu Yefeng felt that it was an incredible thing to be able to take these two steps. He was so happy that he could not wait to jump up, but he was afraid He was dreaming. He pinched his thigh fiercely and slowly left from Feng Aotian’s arms. Although his legs were still bent, he could stand in front of her. He smiled and said. "The emperor, the minister can go, the minister is not dreaming."

Feng Aotian looked at him with a smile, then took two steps back, whispered, "Go a few more steps."

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng stabilized his mind, and then walked forward two steps like Shicai, but he was still unstable, fell forward, but crashed into Feng Aotian's arms.

Feng Aotian then took another two steps back. In this way, from the first two steps to half an hour later, Gu Yefeng was able to stumble out of six steps. This is a rare thing.

Feng Aotian helped him sit in a wheelchair and looked down at him, "Master will accompany you to exercise in the past few days, but in the future, you will be accompanied by Xin'er girl. You can’t be like Shi Cai. Take two steps and throw your arms away."

Gu Yefeng drew out the silk kerchief, without any scruples that he was already soaked and sweaty on his forehead. He slowly got up from the wheelchair, looked at Feng Aotian in front of him, and wiped her face. Of sweat.

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him, then took out the silk mask from his hand, wiped his sweat, and then said, "Don't be too hasty, you will have to go to the morning later, you go and order someone to wait for you to bathe , Go ahead again, let's go to Xin'er's place to catch up."

Gu Yefeng nodded slightly, watching Feng Aotian leave with a yawn.

The corners of his mouth were always full of smiles, lowered his head, his hands couldn't help touching his legs, and he squeezed lightly, feeling a trace of pain, he laughed, after half a while In a quarter of an hour, he retracted his thoughts, then raised his eyes, restored his previous look, and said in a deep voice, "Come here."

After the morning, Gu Yefeng went to Xin'er's bedroom, raised his eyes, and saw Xin'er waiting outside the hall. He pushed the wheelchair into the bedroom, and Xin'er stepped back, leaving only the hall Two people.

Gu Yefeng looked sideways, looking at Feng Aotian lying in the curtain, with a gentle smile on his mouth, turning the wheelchair, slowly entering the hall, and then a few steps away from her, he He stood up from the wheelchair with his hands supported.

Xin'er stood on one side looking at him in surprise, and whispered, "I can really go."

Gu Yefeng didn't seem to hear it. He just lifted his feet and slowly approached the bed. I don't know how long it had passed. When he stood by the bed, he was already sweating and he was sitting on the bed slowly. At the side, he looked at Shangfeng Aotian's already opened eyes.

"Well, Bi Shi is two steps ahead." Feng Aotian said with a smile.

Gu Yefeng then leaned against her arms and whispered, "The emperor, the minister will definitely practice harder."

"Hmm." Feng Aotian nodded, "Come slowly, don't rush."

"Okay." Gu Yefeng responded with a smile.

Xin'er gave a low laugh, and stepped out of the bedroom, ordering people to prepare meals. Now, Gu Yefeng is lying in the side hall, covered by curtains, but can't see clearly that there is another person lying inside.

There are many eyeliners in the palace, and Xin'er's bedroom must also have eyeliners. If there is no eyeliner, it will arouse suspicion from others.

After the three of them stopped lunch, Feng Aotian took a nap with Gu Yefeng for a while, and then continued to practice walking.

For three days in a row, since the emperor turned over the sign of Concubine Wan on that day, she has stayed at Concubine Xin. In the eyes of others, Concubine Xin is the only favorite.

Although the right side was dissatisfied with the emperor's favored behavior, he still secretly received the emperor's secret letter. In this way, he was relieved a lot.

The Zuoxiang is naturally happy. The emperor can linger in Furong's tent all day, so he can gather power as soon as possible.

Feng Aotian has been by Gu Yefeng's side these days, and the relationship between the two has increased a lot, and Gu Yefeng’s tenacity and stubbornness have also allowed Feng Aotian to see what is in his bones. toughness.

It is now the fifth day. Gu Yefeng has been able to take 20 steps steadily from the first two steps, but he can only move forward slowly, which is half slower than normal people. Shoot.

Being able to stand up again and be able to walk like this is already a rare thing for Gu Yefeng. Now he just wants to be able to walk like a normal person, that's enough.

Feng Aotian watched Gu Yefeng's recovery almost without any discomfort, thinking that Gong Yimin really didn't lie to her, and inexplicably remembering those days when she spent time with him, she raised her eyes to look at Gu Yefeng. "Master is going to leave tomorrow, and you will proceed as planned."

"Okay." Gu Yefeng knew that she was leaving after all, but his heart was still deeply reluctant. He hoped that he could stay like this with her, that would be great.

Feng Aotian shook his hand, dropped a kiss on the back of his hand, and smiled lightly, "When you can walk, when you get back to your father, don’t forget to Tell me everything in ancient books."

Gu Yefeng was startled again, staring at her, "The emperor is always so rude."

Feng Aotian laughed, then took him into his arms, "These days have hurt you."

Gu Yefeng leaned quietly in her arms. In fact, he was fortunate that he still had the identity to help her. He just wanted her not to be too **** the way forward. Many times, when you By staying with her, he doesn’t feel suffering. Only when he is separated from her can he understand the suffering of longing. Now he has realized the weight of this feeling more and more, and he also understands that he is useful. of.

The next day before dawn, Feng Aotian left Caiguo and hurried back to China.

These days, Wei Zimo stayed in the restaurant, but couldn’t sleep all night. He watched the red rashes on his body become more and more dense, and it was accompanied by slight pains, as if thousands of ants were eating away. Biting, made him want to cut off all the eye-catching things from himself.

Finally, he still couldn't help, really took out a dagger, turned towards his own wrist, but was blocked by Xing Wuyun, who was watching in the dark, and the dagger fell to the ground. Wei Zimo sank to the ground in despair.

Xing Wuyun looked at him for just a few days, and he became so haggard, unlike the cold and arrogant Wei Zimo back then, he just stared at him quietly, "I don’t believe it, except This way, there is no other way, you can see what you are now."

Wei Zimo sneered, "What am I like?"

He raised his arms, already covered with rash, he raised his hand and touched his face under his veil, "Are you going to let me lie under her with pus ?"

Xing Wuyun knows Wei Zimo's pain, but he can't watch Wei Zimo give up on himself like this. If he holds on like this, one day he will collapse.

The reason why Wei Zimo is holding on like this is just waiting for a hope, but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Instead of making him suffer so painfully, it is better to let him die.

Xing Wuyun sighed quietly, "If you really go, do you think she will be happy in this life? Are you going to let her suffer the pain of losing the one you love again?"

Wei Zi lay on the carpet awkwardly, completely devoid of the past noble air, he smiled idiotically, "But, what should I do? What can I do? She came back and saw me This person is not like a ghost or a ghost. Wouldn’t it be uncomfortable? I would rather let her remember my best time than let her see me like a ghost."

Xing Wuyun said coldly, "There must be other ways."

As he said, he stepped out of the palace.

Wei Zimo is lying motionless, if there is a way, why does he do so.

On returning to the country, there are only Kyoto and three cities, and most of the soldiers and horses in his hand are missing. Nan Yu has stayed in Kyoto, as long as he guards the four cities and prevents them from entering, then, He was also the emperor who returned to China.

Three days after Feng Aotian rushed to the south and returned to China, she first went to the nearest Mu Hanyao.

The Meteor has been very happy these few days. In the morning, he followed Mu Hanyao to train soldiers, and he was standing aside, learning Mu Hanyao’s expression, with a cold face and wearing special clothes. With a small armor, a helmet, a saber in one hand and a hand in the waist, looking up at the soldiers on the training ground, it was like that.

The **** dog looked at him and hummed and crouched on his side with a relaxed and contented appearance.

Feng Aotian turned over and got off the horse, and walked to the training ground without any effort, with his hands around his chest and leaning on one side, the morning light shining on her beautiful jade face, showing a bit of laziness.

Mu Hanyao just raised his eyes and met her with a smile, his mind moved a little, and he hurriedly stepped forward and walked in front of her, seeing a bit of fatigue on her face, in front of the soldiers. , He hugged her horizontally and walked forward.

The soldiers just froze for a while, and then continued to practice in Li Su's whispers.

Meteor saw Feng Aotian early in the morning, and now he is following Mu Hanyao's side, looking at Feng Aotian in his arms with a smile, and exclaiming happily, "Holy Lord, Meteor knows how many you are. The day will come."

Feng Aotian is indeed exhausted, leaning against Mu Hanyao's arms, wrapped in his sturdy arms, she closed her eyes peacefully, "Let the master take a break."

"Oh." Meteor responded with a smile, and after Mu Hanyao held her into the camp, he quietly retreated out of the camp.

Mu Hanyao walked to the bed with Feng Aotian striding to the bed, and put her down carefully, but Feng Aotian took advantage of the trend and hooked his neck, while he bent over and looked down at her, "The emperor... "

Feng Aotian pouted the corners of his mouth, "A kiss before going to bed."

Mu Hanyao's cold eyes showed a touch of pampering, then he lowered his head and kissed her lips. Feng Aotian turned over and pressed him under him, sucking his lips, and untied him with both hands. His armor slid in.

Meteor stood outside with his arms around his chest, looking up at the sky, estimating the time, and then walked in. As expected, Mu Hanyao was finishing his clothes, while Feng Aotian was full of content. , Lying on the bed, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, went to sleep quietly.

Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and watched the meteor come in. His stern face didn't move at all. However, there was a touch of shyness flashing from the bottom of his eyes, which happened to make the meteor hit. He just smiled and said, "Go ahead, there is me in the Holy Lord."

Mu Hanyao nodded slightly, then moved away from the camp.

Li Su walked over with a smile, and saw that there was a little more warmth between Mu Hanyao's eyebrows. In this world, there will be no one else except the emperor who can make General Mu smile.

It was late at night when Feng Aotian woke up, and Mu Hanyao was sitting on one side, studying the deployment plan. Seeing that the bed was moving, he turned his eyes and saw that Feng Aotian had already got off the bed.

He got up and walked to her side, "Is the emperor hungry?"

"Well." Feng Aotian nodded, "You haven't eaten yet?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded, took the initiative to hold her hand, and walked forward.

Meteor supported his chin with his hands on his chin, dangling his legs, sitting on a carved chair beside him, "Can the Holy Lord find a way to crack the Millennium Spell?"

Feng Aotian sat down, and Mu Hanyao ordered a meal, and then sat beside her.

Feng Aotian looked at the meteor, "Naturally I found it."

"It seems that the Holy Lord used the beauty trick." Meteor said slowly.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and knocked on his head, "Now he is more presumptuous."

Meteor was holding his head, looking at Feng Aotian with a grieved expression, "Is Meteor making a mistake?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Naturally, he was wrong. The master only treats the master with beauties."

Meteor snorted coldly, "The Yuluo Emperor is infatuated with the Holy Lord."

"He just wanted to take back what he had lost." Feng Aotian sneered and raised his eyes to look at Meteor, "Is everything done for you?"

"Yeah." Meteor nodded, "The matter that the Holy Lord confessed, Meteor will naturally not be careless."

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Tomorrow, I will meet with Nan Yu."

"Okay." Meteor smiled and nodded.

Mu Hanyao looked at her, "The minister accompanies the emperor."

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanyao, "You can't go, just wait for the Lord here."

"Yes." Mu Hanyao replied in a deep voice. Now that the dinner is ready, he picked up the chopsticks and put the vegetables in her bowl, "The emperor uses more."

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Yeah."

Meteor looked at the two in front of him, just using it quietly.

After dinner, Feng Aotian took Mu Hanyao to walk in the open grass. Now it’s about to enter winter, the night is cold and the wind is rustling, and the cold wind rolls up their robes, but there is no coldness. meaning.

Feng Aotian looked at him sideways, "Don't want to say something to the Lord?"

"How is the emperor these days?" Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and looked into the distance, just squeezed her hand and walked forward step by step.

Feng Aotian replied with a smile, "Ye Feng can stand up and walk, Zi Mo has been eroded*, Han Jin is holding on, Yi Mu has forgotten everything..."

"The emperor." Mu Hanyao stopped and looked at her mouth with a smile, but his heart was aching, so she made him feel distressed.

He opened his arms and took her into his arms, "The minister is fine."

Feng Aotian leaned against his broad and thick embrace, and felt very at ease, rubbing gently, "Yeah."

It's just that tonight's wind is strong, which arouses too much helplessness for her. Even the strongest person will suddenly feel fragile, and Feng Aotian feels a little fragile at this moment.

She condensed her mind, then left his arms, looked at him, "Go back and warm the bed."

Mu Hanyao nodded his head heavily, "Okay."

Feng Qiguo, Wu Feng had just returned from the Feng Clan, and when he arrived at the courtyard, he saw Xing Wuyun lying on a recliner waiting for him.

He looked at Xing Wuyun frowning, and came forward unhurriedly, "I have been searching for medical skills these days, and I am also studying other solutions, let me think about it again."

Xing Wuyun stood up and said, "You know, yesterday before I noticed, he had cut his wrist with a dagger."

Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at him, "Then what are you doing here, don't go with him."

"I'm afraid." Xing Wuyun laughed mockingly, "I'm so afraid to see him."

Wu Feng understands Xing Wuyun's heart, and he went on to say, "Perhaps there is a way."

"What is it?" Xing Wuyunshi's gloomy face quickly showed joy.

"You know that Wuxiemen has a secret technique." Wufeng looked at Xing Wuyun and said.

"You mean?" Xing Wuyun's eyes flashed in a daze, "This is too cruel, and the old man would not agree."

"Perhaps this is the only way." Wufeng looked at him, "Rather than letting him watch himself being tortured to death, it is better to fight once."

Xing Wuyun looked down and said in a low voice, "Let me think about it."

"There is not much time, you'd better think about it." Wufeng said immediately.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes to look at the sky in the distance, his eyes dimmed, "I know when to start."

"Tomorrow is the night of the full moon, so he can better absorb the essence of the sun and moon. If he can survive every night, he can restore his original appearance until the eighth day of the next month." Wufeng said calmly.

"I understand." Xing Wuyun sighed quietly, and then left the courtyard.

No wind raised his eyes and looked at the moonlight, but thoughtfully.

When Xing Wuyun returned to the Floating Dream Palace, he saw Wei Zimo staring into the distance without knowing what he was thinking.

He stepped forward and stood in front of the window, looking at him in a bright red brocade robe through the moonlight of the window lattice, standing with his hands out, his expression cold, but with endless despair.

He whispered, "If I have a way to restore your original appearance at the eighth day of next month, would you like to give it a try?"

Listening to Xing Wuyun's words, Wei Zimo slowly returned to his senses, with a somewhat hoarse voice, "What is it?"

"Have you ever heard of a secret technique in Wuxiemen that is not taught, called reborn?" Xing Wuyun looked at Wei Zimo and said softly.

"This method is feasible?" Wei Zimo nodded slightly, naturally knowing.

"Well, but this process is very painful." Xing Wuyun looked at him, feeling sad.

Wei Zimo pursed his lips slightly, "Compared to me now, life is better than death. No amount of pain is anything."

Xing Wuyun sighed quietly, "Then you prepare tonight, Wufeng will tell you what to do tomorrow."

"Okay." Wei Zimo seemed to have grasped a straw, with hope in his eyes.

On the second day, Feng Aotian took the meteor to Kyoto where he returned to the south.

Mu Hanyao stood on the spot watching her leaving figure, looking down, but saw that the dog did not follow.

He squatted, stroking the head of the dog, then got up, and went to work on his official duties.

When Feng Aotian arrived in the capital, it was noon after noon. The Furong Pavilion here was destroyed by Nan Yu, and the restaurant opposite was also. Today’s Kyoto is not as prosperous as it used to be, and it’s a bit depressed. guard.

Feng Aotian took the meteor and entered the palace directly. Nan Yu seemed to expect her to come, so he prepared a meal early in the morning and waited for her.

Feng Aotian descended gracefully and entered the palace without hurries. He raised his eyes and saw Nan Yu smiling at the corner of his mouth, looking at her.

Feng Aotian also smiled, slowly walked to him, sat down without seeing him, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and used it slowly.

Meteor leaped lightly and sat down. He was hungry and hungry a long time ago. Now it is natural to have food to be happy. Regardless of it, he began to gobble up.

"Aren't you afraid of me poisoning?" Seeing Feng Aotian using it so calmly, he couldn't help asking.

Feng Aotian just raised his eyes and glanced at him, "I am invincible."

Nan Yu laughed and said no more, so she followed her together.

After lunch, Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Nan Yu, "Is the Emperor Nanhui really sure that he can start the Millennium Curse?"

Nan Yu sneered, "Really, when the fish die, I will definitely open it."

Feng Aotian let out a cry, then got up, "Then I will wait for the day when Nanhui Emperor starts the spell."

After that, she turned and left with Meteor.

Nan Yu looked at her and left like this, but didn't stop it. The drunkard's intention is not to drink. Feng Aotian must have her intention when she comes, but what is it?

"Holy Lord, did you go back like this?" Meteor asked with a grin.

"If you don't go back like this, do you still want to stay for the New Year?" Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, looking at the meteor and said.

"Holy Lord, you are too cunning." Meteor said with a smile, and then flew away with her.

Mu Hanyao did not expect that Feng Aotian would come back so early. Seeing her enter the camp with a confident expression, he got up and stood, "The emperor, why are you so fast..."

Feng Aotian smiled and looked forward, "Are you willing to let the master stay?"

"No." Mu Hanyao whispered.

Feng Aotian smiled, "I will be back when things are done."

Mu Hanyao knew that Feng Aotian had her considerations, so he didn't need to ask more, as long as he obeyed.

Feng Aotian sat down and looked at the deployment plan on Mu Hanyao's desk. She raised her eyes and looked at him, "We will start to deploy tomorrow and attack the city."

"Yes." Mu Hanyao has been preparing, has been waiting for a long time, and now hearing Feng Aotian say this, he quickly responded.

Feng Aotian took his hand and rubbed his slightly cocooned palm, "Tomorrow will accompany you to attack the city."

"Okay." Mu Hanyao rarely smiled.

The corner of Meteor's mouth curled, then turned around and walked away griefly.

Feng Aotian leaned against Mu Hanyao's arms and whispered, "After Nan returns to China, you will rest for a few days."

Mu Hanyao chuckled and replied, "The minister is used to being busy. If he really rests, he is really not used to it."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Can I be idle with the Lord?"

Mu Hanyao heard the meaning of Feng Aotian's words, and couldn't help asking, "There are other people around the emperor. You can't let your ministers accompany you alone."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and raised his chin, "What do you mean, Lord should exile you out?"

Mu Hanyao hugged her tightly and whispered, "Chen didn't mean that."

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "What does that mean? Don't you want your master to be with you?"

Mu Hanyao whispered, "Just thinking about the second brother and Xiaoyaohou, the minister felt that they needed the emperor more."

Listening to his words, Feng Aotian warmed his heart, put his arms around his neck, raised his eyes and looked at him, "The Lord will not favor one or the other."

"In the coming days, the minister and the emperor will have a lifetime." Mu Hanyao lowered his eyes to look at Feng Aotian, and said in a low voice.

Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "Yes, it will be longer in Japan."

Today is the night of the full moon, in Fengqi, Wei Zimo is already standing in the courtyard, and looking at his expression without wind, he is indeed not at all angry.

He said calmly, "Take this clothes off, take off the clothes later, and sit in the hot tub."

"Okay." Wei Zimo nodded slightly, then raised his hand, took the bowl and drank it, and felt bitter in his mouth, but he didn't even frown.

He is in the courtyard now, looking at the big medicine furnace built not far away, the hot water is emitting black smoke, he took off his clothes without hesitation, and went into the tub.

The black smoke immediately penetrated into one's skin, as if it was in the middle of the sky, with a thousand cuts of pain.

The face under the veil was pale, and he bit his lips tightly, so that he didn't make a sound, but just silently endured it.

Wufeng saw him like this, so he could only turn his back to him, then raised his eyes to see the bright full moon just shining on him, he continued, "The energy is guarding the dantian, the heart is not distracted, and the sun and the moon are absorbed by internal force. Essence."

Wei Zimo endured the pain and began to work slowly, and then saw the moonlight spilling on him, and the black mist around him was wrapped in white mist. It was obviously a hot potion, but now he saw it. Bitterly cold.

Xing Wuyun couldn't bear to look any longer. This kind of pain is beyond the end of ordinary people. Thinking of Mu Hanjin, now it is Wei Zimo again. He clenched his fist, as if to crush the initiator.

Wufeng stepped forward and patted Xing Wuyun on the shoulder, "These are all fortunes of their own."

Xing Wuyun took a deep breath, "I have to endure this pain every night, really..."

"Tonight is the night of the full moon, but tomorrow I will put him in the ice cellar." No wind continued, "The ice jade cold bed in your palace will come in handy."

"Is that place a robbery?" Xing Wuyun couldn't help asking.

Wufeng smiled indifferently, "If it is calamity or fate, it is also a blessed place."

Xing Wuyun sighed as he listened to Wufeng's words, "You can see thoroughly."

No wind said in a low voice, "Brother can think of a countermeasure?"

"What countermeasures?" Xing Wuyun was startled slightly, looking at Wufeng and asked.

"Gong Yi Min." He continued.

Xing Wuyun immediately sat on one side, but did not want to see Wei Zimo's place. He just whispered, "What can be done?"

"Do you really think you can hide it from me?" Wufeng sat down and poured him a cup of tea.

Xing Wuyun had no intention of drinking tea, and then pushed it to one side, "It's just prepared."

"Gong Yi Min is not a simple person, he has a mind that no one can detect. In this world, only one person can deal with him, and it does not cost a single soldier." The meaning of the windless talk is obvious.

"If this is true, why should he bother so hard?" Xing Wuyun couldn't help but sneered. "What he wants is only her, and what she wants is not him."

No wind turned the tea cup in his hand, "This is fate."

Xing Wuyun chuckled, "Should I be grateful for this fate? Or should I sigh that I met her?"

"It's easy to get someone, but it's hard to get someone's heart, especially her heart." Wufeng looked at Xing Wuyun from his side, "I'm afraid that your heart's happiness is broken now."

Xing Wuyun's mouth raised a smile that couldn't be concealed, "I feel relieved when I think of her attitude towards Gong Yimin."

"It is better for you to be careful. If he can threaten you once, he can threaten you a second time. Since he is bound to win her, then he will definitely get rid of everyone around her." No Feng looked at Xing Wuyun and then said, "You have dealt with him for so long, which time hasn't you been defeated?"

Xing Wuyun was relieved of the pain by Wufeng, and snorted coldly, "Now is not what it used to be, I will definitely not let him move me anymore."

"What about the people next to you?" Wufeng raised his eyes to look at him, then looked at Wei Zimo on the side, "Look at him, this is just the beginning."

Xing Wuyun pondered carefully, raising his eyes to look at Wufeng, "Then I won't just sit and wait for death. I used to be forbearing, and I owed him a life, but now I pay it back. I don't owe him anything anymore. , Do you want him to continue hurting me? hurt Zi Mo, want to hurt her more?"

Wufeng knows that Xing Wuyun has been hiding his low temper. He has always put himself in a person who is content with the status quo. If he touches his bottom line, he will expose his original nature. .

Wufeng laughed softly, "You are not his opponent."

Xing Wuyun sneered, "Why do you have to speak for him?"

"It's just a matter of fact." Wufeng smiled again, "You were trained by him, don't you know his temperament?"

"Because of this, I will understand him better." Xing Wuyun raised his eyes slightly and smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth. "However, his mind is really deep. Now I have to be prepared and can no longer be passive ."

"Ah..." A tearing voice sounded, interrupting the conversation between the two of them, turning around, and saw Wei Zimo raising his head, his body was full of hostility, and his expression was even more painful. .

Xing Wuyun got up quickly and wanted to go there, but was stopped by Wufeng, "Now only he can help him."

"I thought I had suffered enough, but I didn't expect that he..." Xing Wuyun's eyes flashed with dim light, then turned around and couldn't bear to look.

Wufeng knows that Xing Wuyun treats Wei Zimo like a family member, and they have experienced together, fearing that it is more than him.

Time passed slowly, until the full moon faded, Wei Zimo seemed to be coated with a layer of radiance. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the red rash that was still all over his body. He looked towards Wu Feng, "I thought I would go back to the past when I wake up."

Wu Feng did not step forward, but looked at Xing Wuyun, "Hand him your iron-cut dagger."

"What are you going to do?" Xing Wuyun asked quickly.

"Use all the red rashes on your body to cut open." Wufeng said lightly, looking at Wei Zimo, "Are you coming by yourself?"

"I'll come by myself." Wei Zimo had such a plan early in the morning. He raised his eyes to Xing Wuyun, "Bring it."

Xing Wuyun slowly took out the dagger from his arms. With a move of his wrist, the dagger fell into Wei Zimo's hand. He pulled out the dagger and cut it to the rash on his arm.

Xing Wuyun turned around again, and then walked out, "I'll look at Lan Jingshu."

No wind knew that if he stayed any longer, he would go crazy, but he couldn't stop watching.

Xing Wuyun hurriedly left, and then flew into the Jinxuan Palace. Just as Lan Jingshu lay down and went to bed, he heard the sound of footsteps outside. He immediately got up and saw Xing Wuyun walked in with a gloomy face. .

"What's the matter with you?" Lan Jingshu walked down, wearing a long gown, and sat down beside him.

"Want to kill." Xing Wuyun did have the urge to kill, and the knuckles made a crisp sound.

"For the Lord Hou's matter?" Lan Jingshu knew only a few things that could make him angry, and Wei Zimo's poison was one of them.

"Hmm." Xing Wuyun looked at Lan Jingshu, "Have you ever had any pain?"

"Are you talking about heartache or body pain?" Lan Jingshu asked next.

"Body aches." Xing Wuyun whispered.

"Yes." Lan Jingshu looked at him, "I remember when I first entered the palace, the first night I was going to bed, I was beaten all over by the prince at the time, and the whip soaked in salt water was slapped on my body. I still feel painful when I think about it."

Xing Wuyun paused slightly. He had never experienced this before, but he had experienced **** on earth. However, it was mental torment, and compared with physical pain, mental pain was bone-cutting pain.

"Then how did you get through it?" Xing Wuyun looked at Lan Jingshu and couldn't help but remember that he used to be an energetic young talent, thinking that Lan Jingshu was so arrogant, but now He is so humble.

Lan Jingshu poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to him, "There are two ways to relieve pain in this world, one is to hate someone, and the other is to love someone."

"Did you hate the emperor?" Xing Wuyun asked in a low voice.

"I swear to ask, who didn't hate it at the beginning? They were all flying eagles, but they had their wings broken abruptly, trapped in a cage, and living a life of bullying all day long. Who doesn't hate it?" Lan Jingshu said in a warm voice, "However, gradually this hatred became numb, cautious, and rounded up his temper."

Xing Wuyun looked at him and couldn't help asking, "Then when did your thoughts on the emperor change?"

"Leaning on her shoulder for the first time..." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at him, "When I went down Lianghuai, I blocked an arrow and fell into the river. I did not expect that she would follow me desperately. Jumping down, the bit by bit that happened afterwards, these can change my mind about her."

Xing Wuyun listened to his words and couldn't help but exclaimed, "When did you say that she took care of us?"

Lan Jingshu knows that she treats each of them very well, but he understands even more that she was heartless at first, but now she is pretending to be them in her heart.

He chuckled, "Whenever, I just need to know that she is my life and everything to me."

"Yes." Xing Wuyun replied in a low voice.

"I remember that Han Jin chased Lianghuai from the capital, and told me that she was his life. At that time, my heart was severely pulled and looked at him incredulously. Later, I understood The meaning of that sentence, that is, Han Jin has given her everything she has without reservation." Lan Jingshu whispered, "especially your bohemian temper, you are willing to be led by her. Walking with my nose, I understood at the time that you already have her in your heart, but you have been running away so that you missed many days with her."

"Yes, I think about it now, I was really stupid at the time." Xing Wuyun couldn't smile, and suddenly thought of Wei Zimo, so when did he think about her? What is he supporting him now? Is it love for her?

Lan Jingshu looked at Xing Wuyun thoughtfully, and then said, “Don’t think too much. Many things are destined. Whether it’s you, me or them, the same person is most attached to her heart, and she is The source of life for you and me, if there is no her, what is the meaning of life for you and me? Maybe this is fate, it is destined, in this life, we have the same person, he will definitely stick to it for the emperor."