Han Shan Wen Picked Up

It was snowing heavily, and the night was so silent.

The maid carried the candle cage and walked through the snow-covered courtyard with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and when it was midnight, the dome of light in the sky seemed dimmer and dimmer.

There was a clear creaking sound from the snowdrift, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw that tall figure in the flying snow.

He can't remember exactly what year it was, but he just remembers that on nights like this, someone would accompany him to bake wine in a red oven, fold plums and enjoy the snow.

But now he has reached the age of standing, but that person died young when he was in full bloom. After all, he couldn't stand the wind, frost, rain and snow, and he only hated that he didn't break off the blooming king's shadow on the branch as soon as possible. Grass.

"Phase instrument, phase instrument?!"

Opening his eyes in a daze in his sleep, Lu Qingzhu saw the figure standing in the darkness.

"Little son?" Lu Qingzhu exclaimed, "Didn't I tell you not to come to me? Go away..."

Saying that, Lu Qingzhu stretched out his hand to push him, but the man in front of him grabbed his wrist and said, "Follow me!"

That tone was as firm as when he was young, clinging to the doomed love, but the young man had grown up long ago, and he was no longer the young man who was willing to follow behind him step by step.

"The situation is critical, I don't have time to say more, anyway, you and me first..." Meng Huaizhun grabbed him by the wrist and wanted to take him away, but it was a pity that Lu Qingzhu sat still as a rock.

"Let go." The tone was indifferent, as if he had no fear of life and death.

"Why?" Meng Huaizhun said impatiently, squatting down in front of him: "I promised Lou Jiming to protect you, what good is it for you to stay by this bastard's side now? Don't tell me it's because of your heart... ..."

"I do it willingly." Lu Qingzhu broke free and said, "Listen to me, you can leave quickly."

"..."

After a long time, it seemed that he was a little unwilling to give up: "Why?"

Lu Qingzhu's temper was still so stubborn: "There is no reason."

"If you don't tell me, I won't leave today!" Meng Huai glared at him angrily, and slammed the sword in his hand on the ground. He lowered himself down and sat cross-legged on the ground.

That smashing, the muffled sound made Lu Qingzhu's heart skip a beat, he seemed a little helpless: "Just this time, you are obedient, how did I teach you before?"

Meng Huaizhun is as immovable as a mountain, and obviously wants to fight him to the end.

Thinking that Meng Yu knew the truth and came back soon, Lu Qingzhu was very angry, his oppressed chest felt a pain, but his face was normal, he brushed his sleeves and fell asleep: "You love to go Don't go, you know the tricks of King Yong, if he finds you and ruins your father's plan, no one will collect your body."

Meng Huaizhun: "..."

Finally, after several intense battles between heaven and man, Meng Huaizhun was finally defeated. In terms of kung fu, he will never be able to compare with Lu Qingzhu.

Standing up as if giving up, he took out a sachet from his arms and put it on the side of Lu Qingzhu's pillow: "This is for you. This is a special spice from the Western Regions. If Meng Yu dares to force you, you can use this to deal with it." he."

Lu Qingzhu didn't speak, and still lay there quietly. Finally, the people in the room disappeared completely, and the neighing of the horses not far away also approached step by step.

The cold water wet his eyelashes, the fire not far away dazzled his eyes, and it seemed to be raining again at night, and he lay on the ground with injuries all over his body.

After moving his fingers, he reached into his sleeve and groped for a while before he found the sachet that Meng Huaizhun had given him.

Ning Mei pondered for a moment, suddenly there was a slight movement outside the door, Lu Qingzhu quickly put away the sachet and continued to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

But after a while, the door was suddenly pulled open, and a warm body slowly approached him, Lu Qingzhu subconsciously frowned.

Not Meng Yu?

However, at the next moment, someone grabbed his shoulders and turned him over, his heavy body was pressed on his waist and abdomen, and the unbearable weight almost made him vomit blood.

Lu Qingzhu couldn't help opening his mouth and humming, and when he opened his eyes, that strange and greasy face came directly into his sight.

"You, who are you?"

Lu Qingzhu panicked and pushed the big man on top of him, but the other man was dozens of times heavier than him, and he could hardly breathe like a hill.

"You see what this is?"

The big man turned a blind eye to his insignificant struggle, and took out a long-legged centipede from his arms and placed it in front of his eyes.

The whole body of the centipede was black and red, and the countless feet were bent into a line in the palm of the palm. Just that one look was enough to make people feel a tingling scalp.

Lu Qingzhu tilted his head subconsciously, with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "What do you want to do?"

The big man smiled stupidly: "This is a poisonous centipede from southern Xinjiang. It lives on carrion and can heal dead muscles. It's a pity that no one is willing to test the medicine when the poisonous insect grows, so I can only use you to try it. It's..."

Speaking of that, the big man stretched out his hand to clamp his jaw, Lu Qingzhu tried his best to resist, but he was still powerless, his mouth was forced open, and the poisonous insect crawled into his esophagus directly.

There was a sudden nausea in his stomach, as if he had eaten some spicy food and his eye sockets were red, and soon he felt a burst of needle pricks crawling down the esophagus, and countless dense feelings spread in his heart.

"Uh... ugh..."

He blushed and vomited profusely, but he still couldn't wipe away the dense feeling that crawled along the esophagus.

"It's useless. No matter how hard you struggle, it won't help. When he slowly corrodes your internal organs, you will be completely useless... Hahahaha"

The big man laughed and stood up from him, watching Lu Qingzhu rolling on the ground with his hands on his stomach, laughing wildly.

It's just that after a while, the person who was crawling on the ground suddenly jumped up like a sharp sword out of its scabbard, and grabbed his larynx accurately, his eyes seemed to have been washed by fresh blood, giving birth to a kind of utter desperation. Desperate madness.

The slender fingers grabbed the lifeblood of the big man, and within a few breaths, the big man's face turned blue and purple. Lu Qingzhu looked at him with a cold expression, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

In less than a moment, the burly body of the big man fell to the ground with a bang, his face was bruised and pale, and he fell to the ground with foam at the mouth.

"call……"

A mouthful of turbid air came out from top to bottom, but after a while, the overwhelming feeling in his stomach made him feel so much pain that he couldn't live without it. Lu Zhizhu frowned, twisted his expression, knelt down on the ground, and bit down hard. With his own arm, he tried to lure the poisonous insect out with blood, but it was a pity that no matter how hard he tried, it was still useless.

"No... I can't die yet..."

He muttered indistinctly in his mouth, but the madness in his eyes remained undiminished.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door, almost instantly, a foot flew up and kicked him to the ground, a man in a purple robe came lightly, his eyes were extremely fierce, Lu Qingzhu was pinched by him He slammed his neck against the wall: "Do you want to die?"

The pain in his body seemed to be tearing at his remaining rationality. Lu Qingzhu came back to his senses and grabbed Meng Yu's wrist. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. A mouthful of blood spewed out in a short while, soaking his snow-white underwear. lining.

The whole person lowered his head in dejection, Meng Yu watched him darken, his eyes suddenly shifted to his faintly purple skin, subconsciously approached him, and only smelled a strong smell of blood at the tip of his nose.

For a moment, he seemed to understand something, and a burst of anger rolled up in his eyes. Meng Yu suddenly turned his head to look at the big man who was paralyzed on the ground, and said with a sullen look: "Drag him to the dog for three thousand dollars!"

The author has something to say: ⒈Junyingcao (Lily of the Valley): Happiness beyond grasp

[-]. Again, there is no offense in this article, only scum and blood

The real attack has long been a dog belt, there is no resurrection armor