【Kuan Xin】Snake and Venom

I thought that Ning Shu would continue on his way, but unexpectedly, he pulled Yuan Zhongxin to "say" that he wanted to rest in the forest for a night first. Yuan Zhongxin saw that the capital city of Great Xia was close in front of him, and he and Ning Shu had no way out. Yuan Zhongxin is also up to him.

It is already autumn now, and there is a cool breeze on weekdays. Once the night falls in the depths of the forest and there is no warm sun, it will be so cold that it seeps into people. A gust of wind surged, and he shivered slightly.

Ning Shu was afraid that he would contract the cold and that wild animals would invade at night, so he picked up some broken wood and branches, and built a firewood pile on the open ground.

The two of them just roasted the fire silently, keeping warm in silence.

Ning Shu raised his eyes to look at Yuan Zhongxin, under the swaying light and shadow, his normally smiling but indifferent face seemed to be covered with a hazy and fragile veil, his waist-length blue hair was stirred by the wind, almost The strands of hair ran towards the moonlight on the night, like a mirror flower and a moon in water, it was difficult to distinguish between reality and reality.

Ning Shu clenched his fists, his eyes trembled slightly.

Like.

It's really... too similar.

Whether it is Yuan Zhongxin or Lou Yici, they have really inherited Lou Changsi's demeanor, with the vitality like a warm sun, but also the coldness like a cold moon, the two repel and blend together, one is indispensable Well, this kind of temperament, no matter how that person learns, no matter how much he learns, it is nothing more than imitating a tiger and imitating a cat.

Inexplicably, Ning Shu felt a burst of sadness for that man.

He shattered himself and was reluctant to throw it away, so he could only hold the pieces together in his palm and piece together a strange self—even so, so what?

Ning Qi still only threw him a "good".

Yuan Zhongxin propped his delicate chin with one hand, slightly hooked his lips, and looked at Ning Shu who was in a trance with a half-smile, "Little brother Ning, is it good looking next to you? It's time for you to stare at a cup of tea."

Ning Shu came back to his senses, his expression was indifferent, he didn't have the slightest fear of being caught by someone for peeping, he picked up a small branch and "sandled" it on the ground.

Yuan Zhongxin leaned over to look, and subconsciously read out: "Tomorrow, be careful."

He smiled, and rubbed Ning Shu's head with a slap: "If you write this again, I probably won't know how to write the word "be careful."

Along the way, Yuan Zhongxin asked Ning Shu about the affairs in the Yinbing Pavilion, but he didn't say anything, and the only thing he wrote most was the word "be careful".

Ning Shu frowned, turned his head away, and patted Yuan Zhongxin's hand away.

Yuan Zhongxin was not annoyed either, he put his hands back with a smile, looked up at the increasingly clear and remote moon, his eyes were deep and difficult to understand, his black pupils hid all emotions in the darkness, his smile gradually faded, Suddenly said: "Ning Shu, what are your plans for the future?"

Ning Shu looked sideways at him, feeling depressed for some reason.

Yuan Zhongxin didn't seem to care about his answer, and continued to mutter to himself: "I think you are only eighteen, and there is still a long way to go in the future. After this battle is over, do you want to try to wander the world for a while?"

Ning Shu gathered the clothes on his body and didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer.

Whether he can survive this battle is still unknown.

Yuan Zhongxin seemed to have kept these words in his heart for a long time. Ning Shu didn't cover his ears to express his impatience. The people in the Yinbing Pavilion, you don't like to kill, you have a pure heart, you are simply an outlier in the Yinbing Pavilion, compared with Lin Yao's monsters, you are really much better - but, compared to Lin Yao and them, you are even more I can't see through it. I don't know why you helped us in the first place, and I don't know where you stand today. You persuaded me over and over again to think clearly and let me turn around. I really thought that what you did ..."

"I really thought it was my elder brother, or my younger brother, who came to look for me."

Ning Shu pursed his lips.

Yuan Zhongxin chuckled as if mocking himself: "However, you are not him."

"It would be great if you were my younger brother. At the very least, I still have close relatives in the world. I will take care of him, treat him well, give him good food and drink, and I will... give him a home."

At some point, Ning Shu secretly gritted his teeth, bitterness rushing through his heart.

Yuan Zhongxin lowered his eyes slowly, his eyes overflowed with light, the bright fire light dazzled his sight, his expression was very indifferent, but under his indifference, he was in a daze that was hard to hide, he suddenly grabbed Ning Shu's hand, tightly Clenched tightly in his palm: "Ning Shu, I don't want you to die, I will give you freedom when I destroy the Yin Bing Pavilion—so..."

Ning Shu's eyes widened, and his mind was shocked. He felt Yuan Zhongxin's strength was getting stronger and stronger, and the warmth and coolness slipped into the bottom of his heart, but a fire was ignited.

Yuan Zhongxin turned his head to look at the astonished Ning Shu, his expression was cold and indifferent, and his voice was very soft, as if floating in the wind: "Don't let me meet you on the battlefield, if you block my way, I will definitely kill you Kill you without mercy."

Ning Shu came back to his senses in a daze, Yuan Zhongxin had let go of his hand, calm as usual, as if he had never said anything just now, but Ning Shu remembered every word Yuan Zhongxin said in his heart .

Looking at Yuan Zhongxin whose clothes fluttered and asked himself with a smile if he wanted to drink water, Ning Shu suddenly felt cold all over.

The two of them at this moment can be strangers, acquaintances, or friends.

But on the battlefield, they will only be enemies, facing each other with swords and swords, and you will live and die.

In the middle of the night, Yuan Zhongxin closed his eyes, but did not fall asleep. Ning Shu watched the fire by himself, adding firewood to it from time to time. He hugged his knees, rolled himself into a ball, buried his nose into the crook of his arms For a while, only a pair of dull eyes were left staring at the fire, his thoughts were messed up, and he had no sleep all night.

The sky was gradually turning pale, the birds were singing and the birds were singing, and the warm sun had not yet fully risen. The breath in the wind was a bit cold and harsh, blowing towards our faces, blowing the two of them soberly.

Yuan Zhongxin stood up and stretched himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Ning Shu handing over a black cloth. He glanced at Ning Shu and smacked his lips inexplicably: "Ning Shu, there's no need to do this."

Ning Shu remained silent, and did not withdraw his hand.

Yuan Zhongxin sighed, took it and put it on his head. His eyes were suddenly gray, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only vaguely distinguish the side he was facing facing the light. As soon as the side hurts, he loses consciousness.

Ning Shu quickly caught Yuan Zhongxin who was about to touch the ground. He was obviously half a head shorter than Yuan Zhongxin. Xin Daheng hugged him, stepped lightly, jumped onto the horse's back, and sat astride his feet, while Yuan Zhongxin nestled peacefully sideways in Ning Shu's arms, unconscious.

Ning Shu looked at the sun halfway up, his eyes darkened, he waved the rein in his hand, and rode his horse towards the edge of the forest.

The world is in a daze, and the soul is out of the body.

Yuan Zhongxin felt that he had an extremely outrageous but real dream. He was floating in the endless darkness, his body was weightless, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't touch the boundary, and even his voice was drowned by the oppressive darkness. The disappearance of his senses made him at a loss, and a deep fear emerged spontaneously, as if he had returned to the time when he was detoxified and bloodletted.

He was terrified, wanted to run away, wanted to go home.

Yuan Zhongxin.

Someone called his name, the voice was familiar with flesh and blood, gentle like wind, clear like water, distant and near, ethereal and distorted, soothing his shivering heart—Yuan Zhongxin was confused for a moment.

Yuan Zhongxin, don't be afraid, I will accompany you.

The voice sounded again, and he was really not afraid anymore.

"Wang... Kuan."

The next moment, Yuan Zhongxin opened his eyes, and what he saw was a golden silk cloud curtain. He sat up and looked around, and found that he was actually in a resplendent and magnificent room full of silk and satin.

He moved and wanted to stand up, but suddenly felt a numbness in his neck, Yuan Zhongxin suddenly remembered that he was knocked out by Ning Shu, and he should be in Daxia's Yinbing Pavilion now .

Yuan Zhongxin hammered his sore shoulders from sleeping, walked around, wanted to open the door to leave the room, but the next second, his movements stopped, and he suddenly found that this room was actually closed, and he was looking for it in all directions. Not a single door to get out of, not even a window.

Yuan Zhongxin yelled a few times, but the room echoed, but no one responded. He squinted his eyes and began to grope around the four walls, thinking if he could find some hidden mechanism. However, after an hour passed, the whole room Yuan Zhongxin has almost figured it out, but he still hasn't found the mechanism.

Yuan Zhongxin's patience was exhausted, and he secretly scolded Ning Shu: This dead boy, he didn't give any useful clues before he left, and kept telling him to be careful-care is useless!

Yuan Zhongxin put on a face, didn't bother to care about any image, sat cross-legged on the floor, time passed little by little, Yuan Zhongxin was tired from sitting, and lay back on his back, then lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling in a daze .

There was an eerie silence in the room.

Huh - Huh.

Suddenly, Yuan Zhongxin's expression was serious, his eyes lit up, and he immediately turned over and lay down on the ground, with his ears on the ground. Only then did the "huhu" sound become clearer and stronger, Yuan Zhongxin could hear clearly, there was something underground The wind came up.

Yuan Zhongxin knocked on the floor hurriedly, and there was a sound of "dong dong dong", he continued to knock forward, Yuan Zhongxin keenly noticed that the floor under him was gradually changing from solid to hollow, until Yuan Zhongxin came When he got to the bedside, the sound similar to the surging wind became clearer.

Yuan Zhongxin tried to push the bed away, and was shocked to find that there was a square wooden door under the bed with a golden handle. The wooden door was not big, and by visual inspection, only one person could pass through at a time.

Yuan Zhongxin paused, hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and opened the wooden door, a gust of cool wind suddenly rushed up, Yuan Zhongxin felt a little uncomfortable from the blowing, squinted his eyes, and found that behind the wooden door was a stone step Paved aisles.

He sneered and walked down the stone steps.

I thought the place leading to the aisle was dark and cold. At first, Yuan Zhongxin regretted not taking the golden candlestick on the table, but until the door disappeared from sight, after walking in the dark for less than a quarter of an hour, Yuan Zhongxin saw the golden candlestick in front of him. There are faint lights and shadows floating, and there is sufficient heating in the air.

In the silent corridor, there were only the slight sound of Yuan Zhongxin's footsteps and clothes rubbing as he walked, but at this moment, an extremely discordant voice came faintly.

Whispering softly, with the depression of pain and joy, scratching Yuan Zhongxin's cochlea, his face darkened, and he probably guessed what the owner of the voice was doing.

Could it be that he was wrong?This is not a Yinbing Pavilion, but a certain brothel?

But why did that dead boy of Ning Shu bring him to the brothel?What's more, which brothel doesn't have a door in the room, but why does it have to build a passageway that people don't know?

Yuan Zhongxin shook his head, and after careful consideration, he decided to move on and make an apology if he missed someone's bed.

The farther forward, the clearer the voice, and, not only the groan, but also the crisp sound of metal collisions!It seems that there are still people whispering, as if they are asking "Are you comfortable", or "Do you like me treating you like this".

Yuan Zhongxin scolded her mother so much in his heart that he wished he could cover his ears to cleanse himself.

The light is getting brighter and brighter, and the road in front of him is getting clearer and clearer. In a blink of an eye, Yuan Zhongxin saw the end of the aisle. He was overjoyed at first, and couldn't help but take a step ahead, but his step made a lot of noise. , the intertwined voices of the two having sex stopped abruptly.

Yuan Zhongxin gritted his teeth, and just about to walk forward, the man's voice suddenly increased, his tone was bewitching and fierce, followed by a violent sound of metal collisions, but the suppressed moan was not When it came again, it must have been embarrassing.

Yuan Zhongxin slowed down his breath, and moved slowly bit by bit, not daring to be careless.

But the next moment, what the man said made Yuan Zhongxin feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Changsi, why don't you bark? Be good, let your voice out, I like to hear you bark..."

The voice was coaxing, deep and hoarse, extremely seductive, but Yuan Zhongxin was trembling all over and his face was pale.

"Don't...Ning Qi! Let me go!"

Yuan Zhongxin supported the stone wall and walked forward step by step, his face was ashen, bleak and helpless, as if waiting in front of him was a bottomless abyss.

In the ears, there was the devil-like coaxing and desolate cry, and the sound of metal chains colliding almost broke Yuan Zhongxin's heart.

One step, another step, the last step.

In front of his eyes, the two bodies were intertwined without gaps. The man with black hair laughed sickly and distorted, attacking the man with long white hair below him again and again, resisting in pain, desperate like a fairy whose wings had been chopped off.

On the two of them, red and white blend together, filled with a desperate and seductive atmosphere.

Welcome to Yinbing Pavilion, Yuan Zhongxin.