The raindrops ticked on the ditch tiles, making a crisp sound. The room was silent, the night was icy cold, and the whole body seemed to be immersed in cold water and chilled. The candlelight was hazy in the field of vision, and the tears of the candle fell on the porcelain plate, layer by layer, condensed into plum blossoms. Where can he go without Shen Jue? Home is where there are people. Without Shen Jue, he would have no home, and he became a duckweed without roots.
Xia Houlin lowered his head, loosened the hand that held Shen Jue's wrist, his heart sank, and he fell into the bottomless dry well.
However, the moment he let go, his hand was held again.
He looked at Shen Jue in surprise.
"Xiahou Rin," Shen Jue said, gritted her teeth, "Are you ill?"
He turned around and approached Xia Houlin step by step, the shadows of candles reflected on his face, it was icy Yan Ran. Xia Houlin was forced to retreat by him, and gradually there was no way to retreat. His back was pressed against the cabinet, and the cloud-headed copper plug poked at his waist, causing a slight pain. Shen Jue grabbed his collar, gritted his teeth and said, "Sissy? Eldest Miss? Xia Houlin, thank you for being able to figure it out!"
Shen Jue was too close to him, almost face to face, he could even feel Shen Jue's warm breath. He didn't dare to look directly at Shen Jue, every hateful look in Shen Jue's eyes made him want to die.
He said hoarsely: "Master, I have nowhere to go, you can kill me."
He closed his eyes and waited for Shen Jue's hair to fall. At that moment, it seemed extraordinarily long, and his heart was tormented in the stove. Outside the window, the night wind blew, and the newly-haired branches and leaves squeaked. In the stillness where the wind and rain were intertwined, Xia Houlin's chin was suddenly pinched by Shen Jue, forced to raise his head, and the same warmth touched his lips.
Xia Houli suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes almost shrunk into a thin line.
He didn't wait for the hair to fall, he waited for a kiss.
For a moment, everything was silent.
It was a warm and soft touch, gently grinding, like a test, and like a comfort. His lips were rubbed between Shen Jue's lips, and he was extremely gentle, hiding the longing that he dared to think and dare not tell for many years. His mind was blank, and the whole figure stayed there as if he had been casted on a body-fixing spell. Shen Jue continued, the hot tip of his tongue pried open Xia Houlin's teeth, and went straight in. Xia Houlin reacted with a jolt, subconsciously wanting to step back, the back of his head hit the cabinet door with a bang.
Shen Jue still didn't let him go, wrapping his arms around his waist and holding the back of his head with the other, half restraining and half comforting. Xia Houlin had never encountered such a battle. He had lived for twenty-five years, and his mouth had never done anything other than talking, drinking, and eating meat. He wanted to struggle, but his heart was longing. This taste is more addictive than wine.
He was so breathless with the kiss that Shen Jue didn't let go of him until his legs were shaking. In the lights, the two of them looked at each other, and their faces were like red-hot soldering irons. When Xia Houlin saw Shen Jueyan's lips like peach and plum, his brain made a loud noise, and his whole body was boiling with blood.
"Little, little, little..." He was so nervous that his tongue was knotted, and he couldn't understand what he said.
Shen Jue was calm, on the one hand, he felt happy, on the other hand, he felt bitter. After having been around for so long, it turned out that Xia Houlin also liked him. God's will is really making fun of people, tossing them into a dizzy turn to God is happy. He looked at Xia Houlin closely to the lamp, and only then did he see the injury under his Liu Haihai. He knocked too honestly, there was a fingernail-sized gap on his head, and he didn't know if it would leave a scar. Shen Jue took a few breaths and asked him, "Does it hurt?"
It took Xia Houlin a long time to regain his senses. He felt that the kiss was like a pie falling from the sky, and it smashed his soul out of the shell. The blood tide finally subsided, and Shen Jue took a few breaths, which made him feel uncomfortable again. He grabbed Shen Jue's arm, took a few breaths, and said, "Young master, don't you have a fever? You... you like me?"
After speaking so loudly, Shen Jue finally blushed, turned her eyes away, and coughed, "Can't you see for yourself if you have eyes? I kissed, hugged, and asked this."
"When did it happen?" Xia Houlin asked blankly.
How does Shen Jue answer this? Could it be said that when you were young, you became interested in it? Shen Jue glanced at him complainingly, then turned around and said, "I don't know when, in short, it must be later than you."
Xia Houlin didn't say a word for a long time. Shen Jue looked back at him and frowned. He didn't look very happy. After struggling a few times in his heart, he turned his head and said reluctantly, "It shouldn't be too late."
"Master..." Xia Houlin called to him in a low voice, "or else, you should forget about this."
Hearing this sounded like a thunderbolt in his ears, he turned around abruptly and pushed Xiahou Leng into the corner of the wall, his eyes full of hideous eyes, "What do you mean?"
Xia Houlin looked at him quietly and said in a low voice, "It's not good for you."
"..." The fierceness in Shen Jue's eyes slowly subsided, and he was silent for a long while and sighed deeply. This guy, Xia Houlin, looks like an old mother at a young age, full of pedantic thoughts. It's amazing that Jialan has grown such a seedling. Shen Jue took a breath and asked, "Are you going to forget about what happened just now on the bed?"
Xia Houlin froze all over, the two drops of blood he had seen on the mattress before were like two needles, stabbing into his heart.
Shen Jue lowered her eyes, her tone filled with sorrow, "A-Lian, do you want to run away after you have my body?"
Xia Houlin hurriedly said, "I didn't mean that!"
"Then what do you mean?"
Xia Houlin blushed as if he had just climbed out of the stove. He hesitated and asked, "Do you still hurt there?"
Shen Jue knew that what they had done was done, and Xia Houlin would not be able to escape from his palm in this life. He lowered his eyes to help Xia Houlin straighten his collar, it was wet, just drenched in the rain, he said, "It's alright, but you, wearing wet clothes, beware of colds, let's go, I'll take you back to change clothes. ."
"Young Master," Xia Houlin didn't move, he pulled his sleeve and looked him in the eyes, "You think about it, you will be wronged if you follow me."
Shen Jue was a little stunned, Xia Houlin looked solemn in the lamp shadow, and then he understood why Xia Houlin didn't have any extra joy knowing that they were in love with each other.
He was afraid that he would be wronged.
"No grievances," Shen Jue's eyes were filled with a sense of spring, "I'm not wronged at all."
Xia Hourong took his hand and said, "The first thing in front of me is grievance. Young master, you follow me, there is no eight-carrying sedan chair, and there is no running water seat for three days and three nights. We are men, and you are the factory supervisor. , keep your eyes on you, let alone publicize it. But..." Xia Houlin pinned the hair on his temples behind his ears, revealing a smooth face, "I will definitely treat you well. Tomorrow we will go to the ancestral hall. Worship our mother and Aunt Lan, tell them about it, and pick a good day to have a table of wine, from now on, you will be the daughter-in-law that my Xiahou Lin Mingmei is marrying."
Shen Jue: "..."
He simply didn't know whether to be happy or sad. This matter made him embarrassed, how to make Xia Houlin follow him willingly. He never imagined that it would be so difficult to catch his daughter-in-law, and he had to think of a way to make him accept that he was his daughter-in-law. Maybe he had to choose a time to do him, he got fun, and he naturally followed.
Xia Houlin was still chattering, "We can ask Sister Lianxiang to be our matchmaker, and I will arrange the marriage certificate and dowry, and the three matchmakers and six hires will be all together..."
Shen Jue coughed and said, "The matter of worship should be slowed down, I'm afraid your mother and her old man will be frightened."
"Don't worry about this, I think she likes you very much, otherwise she wouldn't have given you Jingtie as soon as they met." Xia Houlin smiled and said, "Besides, she can't do anything if she doesn't agree, at most she will scold her in her dreams. I have two words."
Shen Jue thought that her old man should scold him in a dream.
"Also, young master, you have to change your name to mother." Xia Houlin's voice was soft, as if he was afraid of being abrupt. .
Shen Jue was a little embarrassed, nodded and hummed, seeing that Xia Houlin's lips were a little pale, he thought that he was frozen after kneeling in the rain for so long. Lifting his robe and walking out, he said, "Let's talk about the marriage tomorrow, go, go back and change your clothes and take medicine, and you will feel better when you get cold and sick later."
Xia Houlin said yes, but when Tibu wanted to keep up, his head suddenly became dizzy. He thought that this time he really understood. He hadn't been sick for hundreds of years, but he was hit tonight. He leaned against the cabinet to take a breath, and his legs and feet suddenly started to soften. Only then did he realize that something was wrong. Two warm liquids flowed from his cheeks. He wiped it with his hands in a daze.
Crossing the threshold, Xia Houlin hadn't followed, Shen Jue frowned, turned around to look for him, "Why not..." The words came to an abrupt end, Xia Houlin covered his mouth and nose with his back against the cabinet in the room, blood dripping dripping. It flowed out of the fingers, landed on the ground, and smashed blood one by one. His eyes were also bleeding, and two bloodstains stretched across his cheeks, illuminating under the candlelight, looking extremely ferocious.
Xia Houlin reluctantly stood, his legs and feet were completely disobedient, and his body leaned down against the cabinet.
"Aang, what's the matter with you, what's the matter?"
Xiahou Rin wanted to speak, but his throat was choked with blood and he couldn't speak. His limbs became more and more numb, as if he was being weighed down by a heavy burden, and he couldn't help himself. His vision became more and more blurred, and Shen Jue's voice calling for him became farther and farther away, as if his entire body had sunk into the dark water, everything was separated from him, and the deeper he fell, the more he fell. Far.
In a trance, he heard the long-lost call again, which was very far away, across the distant shore, across the boundary between life and death.
"Small-"
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Bai Liyuan reached out and touched Chi Chi's forehead. He curled up under the quilt and closed his eyes, his face was as pale as an ice sculpture, his eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheeks, indescribably haggard.
"My brother was very quiet when he was taking the medicine. He didn't look like the assassin next to him at all. He was crazy and sloppy." Bailiyuan supported her chin and looked at the tired sleeping face, "The fruit of bliss can make people hallucinatory. What do you think he will see? Mr. Duan."
It had just rained outside, and the ground was shining brightly. Duan Jiu looked at the dark blue night sky and said nothing.
"What are you waiting for?" Bailiyuan asked him, "Waiting for the news of Xia Houlin's death?"
"Yeah," Duan Jiuchang sighed, "after all, it's a child who grew up watching him. He's going to die, and I feel sad. This child has been naughty since he was a child. At the age of two, he was still a half-hearted person. I hesitated for a long time before deciding to train him to be the next-generation abbot of Garan."
Bai Liyuan sat on the chair and shook her legs, "How can he compare with Chi Yan?"
"Yes." Duan Jiu smiled and said, "At the age of fourteen, he had reached the level of a master swordsman. Xie Xin was full of hope and took him into the snow-capped mountains to pay homage to the ancestors of Yama. Why do you think he came back in vain."
"My parents don't like him, I know."
Duan Jiu shook his head, "It's because he doesn't have a heart. A person without a heart has no weakness and can't become a puppet of Yama. At that time, Chi Yan was a pure killer. When I saw him, I knew that he couldn't become the abbot of Jialan. But Xiahou Rin can do it, he has too many weaknesses, and just picking one can make him die without a place to be buried."
"But isn't his knife skills very bad? How can he deter other assassins with such bad skills?"
"I didn't want to choose him originally. But Heart Killer is a rebellious person, and I must find a strong enough assassin to replace him. However, the eight divisions, except for Garuda and Kinnara, are frequently replaced, and they are not enough to take on the responsibility. Garuda acts recklessly. , I go my own way, and hide a knife in a smile, and the city is very deep, so it is not a suitable candidate. If you choose from the children, and look at the entire Jialan Village, either a beggar who does not know the characters, or a gangster who still steals chickens and dogs in the village, the Jialan's A child can indeed be a sharp weapon, but it is definitely not enough to control the sharp weapon next to it. Among the dwarfs, only Xiaolin can catch the eye.” Duan Jiu said, “But this kid’s ignorance shocked me, and he assassinated him three times. He failed three times, if it wasn't for the help of his predecessors, he would have died in the killing field."
"So you forged the knife with the heart-killing hand?"
"That's right. A real sharp blade must be forged with hatred, and it must be forged with blood. I chose him to Xing Xin, and Xing Xing killed his mother to become a sharp blade." Duan Jiu slowly closed his eyes, "and I only need to find the right one. When the time tells him the real murderer is Mind Murder, and then help him kill Mind Murder, Garan can be replaced smoothly."
"You told him, but I didn't expect that he would run away after killing Heart Killing. The loving father of Heart Killing also gave him the antidote for seven and a half months, allowing him to live intact to this day." Bailiyuan's eyes Raised a mocking look.
"No, I didn't have time to tell him. I went to look for him that day, but he was drunk, delirious, and full of nonsense. It's so ridiculous to get revenge, drinking and prostitutes, all five poisons, really can't help. The mud on the wall." Duan Jiu's brows furrowed deeply, "But I didn't expect that half a year later, this kid suddenly came back and killed Heartslayer."
"Who told him?"
"I don't know. After he killed Mindkiller, he changed his face to escape from Garan. Chiyan also disappeared in the snow mountain, and the assassins I sent to kill Chiyan were all missing. Until this time, I didn't know the real intention of Mindkiller."
"Send his child to escape from Jialan at the cost of his own life? The abbot died, and Jialan is in chaos. This is a good time to escape." Bailiyuan squatted down and poked Chi Chi's forehead with a red mark, "But You are wrong, there is no antidote for Chiyan for seven and a half months. When I found him, he was bleeding from his seven orifices. Heartkilling is for Chiyan to kill his father. He wants Xiahou Lin to live, and Chiyan to die. Chi Yan helps Xia Houlin to destroy Jialan, and Xia Houlin can live in peace and stability."
"Oh, is that so?" Duan Jiu stroked the windowsill and sighed in a low voice, "It makes sense, as soon as Chiyan was born, he was the chosen weapon for killing the heart, and he was born to kill the Yama of the Baili family. live."
Bailiyuan looked at Shishi's tired sleeping face, she was probably poking him, he slept unsteadily, his brows furrowed tightly. Bailiyuan tilted her head to help him straighten his eyebrows, and muttered: "My brother is so pitiful, fortunately I found my brother, I want to take him and my sister back to the Snow Mountain, our family lives happily together. "
"Yan Luo, you shouldn't be so attached to your personal relationship," Duan Jiu reached out to catch the rain dripping from the eaves, "I'm old, it took me too much effort to reorganize Garan, and my stab wounds that haven't healed over the years are being taken away. My life, now neither tobacco nor bliss can heal my pain."
Bailiyuan turned her head and looked at Duan Jiu's dark back, "Are you dying?"
"Yan Luo, I have selected eight new chapters for you, and they will shock all assassins for you instead of me." Duan Jiu retracted his hand, and the cold rain dripped between his fingers, "Next, I will kill you for you. Shen Jue, support the factory supervisor who is willing to cooperate with us to take office. I have paved the way for you, and the future of Jialan is in your hands, Yama."
Bailiyuan stood up and remained silent. She remembered that many years ago, she stood alone in the ruins of Linbeihou Mansion, looking indifferently at the twisted corpse under the broken walls. There were her parents, three older brothers, three older sisters and one younger brother. This man came from the red sky full of blood, and stood outside the heavy gate to greet her from afar.
"Jalan Duanjiu, willing to rub the ground for the new Yan Luo's liver and brain."
Bailiyuan whispered: "I will bury you well, Duan Xian..."
Bai Liyuan's words stopped for a while, a hard touch and a cracking sound came from behind her waist, and a black shadow straightened up behind her. Duan Jiu quickly pulled her in front of him, shouted loudly, a sharp whistling sound swept past his ears, and a short black arrow cut through the icy air, penetrated the knife-wielding man's shoulder, and pinned him to the wall.
The wooden knife fell to the ground with a dull sound. Duan Jiu picked up the wooden knife, rubbed the sharp edge of the wooden knife lightly with his fingers, and sighed, "I'm tired of it, Xiaolin taught you a lot of things. You learned to sharpen the wooden knife, and you also learned to disguise."
Bailiyuan touched the back waist, the jacket was torn, she touched the chainmail underneath, and her tentacles were cold.
"Is Xiaolin going to die?" Chi Yan asked in a low voice.
"Brother," Bailiyuan called to him softly, "I'll give you a chance, and I won't punish you. Don't think about Xia Houlin, okay? Xiahou Pei wants him to not want you, and Xingxin wants him to not want you, why do you still Do you want to like him? I'm your sister, we are all abandoned by our family."
Duan Jiu lit a candle, and the dark room was filled with light. A long shadow of a person fell on the wall, and the house swayed with the flickering candle. Chi Yan pursed her lips and pulled Duan Ya from her shoulders, blood spattered, Bai Li Yuan wanted to go over, Duan Jiu reached out to stop her.
"Chiyan, you still have a chance to kill Shen Jue, I will give you freedom and let you see the skeleton of Xia Houlin." Duan Jiu said.
Chi Yan ignored him, covered his shoulders and pushed open the door to walk out. The cold air soaked through his shirt, and the sound of horse hooves came from outside the wall. In a trance, he felt flustered, his heart contracted in his cavity, and his chest was stuffy and he couldn't breathe. He was panting, but even the cold air choked his mouth, his throat was sweet, and warm liquid flowed out from the crevices of his mouth, followed by his eyes, nose, and ears. The night is like a red plum blossoming silently.
He finally knelt down, closed his eyes, and fell into the bottomless darkness.