In the next few days, all factions except Guyu Villa sent people to search for the whereabouts of the Chijin Sect.
However, this sect seemed to have disappeared and never appeared again.
Xu Yujian couldn't do without the head of the sect, it was not an option for Yu Shaozhi to stay in Jiangbei all the time, so he stayed for a few more days and then returned to Xu Yujian.
Lin Liaoting's mental state was not very good, and he refused to leave with them, Jian Xiuyun was worried, so he stayed.
But let Yu Shaozhi take Kan Wenxiao and Song Qingru back.
He thought that Kan Wenxiao would be unwilling, but he just looked at Jian Xiuyun for a while, and then agreed.
Jian Xiuyun was surprised by his straightforwardness, but naturally he didn't say anything.
After exhorting a few words lightly, the two separated.
Lin Liaoting's mental state was extremely poor. He moved into Mrs. Lin's room and lay down on the bed they slept in every day, hugging their quilts and wrapping himself up.
Jian Xiuyun knew what kind of pain and gap it was, so he didn't force him, just sat by his bed every day to accompany him, and occasionally talked to him.
In the middle of the night, the moonlight faded.
Jian Xiuyun was lying on the beauty couch next to the bed with his clothes on. Not long after he fell asleep, he heard a burst of rapid breathing.
Jian Xiuyun opened his eyes, stood up and looked around.
Lin Liao Ting was lying on the bed with a pale complexion, a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, trembling body, clenched fists, muttering something.
Jian Xiuyun knew at a glance that he was having a nightmare, so he hurriedly pushed his shoulder, trying to shake him awake.
Lin Liao Ting suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red, filled with hatred, and repeated over and over again, "Kill you, I will kill you..."
Jian Xiuyun grabbed his shoulders, forced him to look at her, and said anxiously: "Liao Ting, wake up."
Because of Jian Xiuyun's voice, Lin Liaoting gradually woke up.
The flush in his eyes gradually faded, and he lowered his head, panting violently as if he was exhausted.
Jian Xiuyun got up and poured him a cup of tea. Lin Liaoting didn't drink it, but just reached out and hugged him, putting his head in his arms.
"Master." Lin Liaoting's voice was hoarse, like an abandoned wolf cub, "Can you sleep with me?"
He had never seen Lin Liao Ting showing such a fragile side, his heart softened, he raised his hand to touch his head, and replied: "Okay."
Jian Xiuyun took off his outer shirt and lay on the outside, Lin Liaoting buried his head in his arms and hugged him tightly.
Jian Xiuyun couldn't see his expression, but just reached out and patted his shoulder gently, trying to lull him to sleep.
Soon, Lin Liaoting's breathing gradually became steady.
Jian Xiuyun closed his eyes, but did not fall asleep.
He thought back to this time in his last life, Kan Wenxiao seemed to be driven off the mountain by him, and when he came back later, everything was different.
And Lin Liao Ting is still the most favored young master of the Lin family, he spreads his tail everywhere like a peacock every day, ostentatiously.
But in this life, many things are different.
It seems that since the Fairy Sword Conference five years ago, everything has been messed up.
His thoughts were in a mess, and Jian Xiuyun was a little irritable, so he just let it go, thinking about nothing, and forced himself to fall asleep.
In the dim dungeon, the big candle was burning tremblingly, barely illuminating the haggard figure on the floor.
Jian Xiuyun lay groggy, neither eating nor drinking and speaking, if it wasn't for the rising and falling of his chest, he would have thought it was a dead body.
There are figures moving in the dim place, but the candlelight is really limited, so it can only outline an outline.
But Jian Xiuyun knew that it was Kan Wenxiao.
"Master, why did you save me in the first place?" Kan Wenxiao's voice was faint, filled with curiosity and confusion.
"Since you hate me so much, why didn't you let me be burned to death?"
Jian Xiuyun lay on the ground, exhaled slowly, and closed his eyes.
yeah, why
Maybe there was a reason, but it was so ridiculous that he didn't even bother to mention it.
"Master, why? Tell me!" The voice gradually became angry.
Jian Xiuyun seemed to have never heard of it.
Then he felt a figure approaching him.
"Master, Master..."
One after another, it kept ringing, and Kan Wenxiao's voice filled his mind.
Jian Xiuyun suddenly opened his eyes.
The night outside the window has faded, and the sky is getting brighter.
The lingering sound in my ear still hasn't dissipated, as if Kan Wenxiao really came.
Jian Xiuyun looked a little helpless, why did he dream about things from his previous life again? He was thirsty, and was about to get out of bed to get a glass of water, but he realized that he was not on the bed, but sleeping on the beauty couch next to the bed.
Jian Xiuyun Weizheng, he clearly remembered that he slept with Lin Liaoting, what's going on
Jian Xiuyun got up and checked around, but found no trace of anyone coming.
I can't help but wonder in my heart, is he old? Memory has started to drift
At the same time, Guyu Villa.
In the master's bedroom, a young man wearing a mask was sitting on a chair, quietly wiping the sword in his hand.
And under his feet, there was a corpse.
There was a knock on the door suddenly, and someone walked in, "Master, I just received a letter from the Lord."
"Say." The person who was called the head of the sect kept moving his hands and said calmly.
"The lord said that the Guyu Mountain Villa is not bad. Now that we have won it, let's use it as our base in the future."
Hearing the words, the head of the sect paused, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, "It seems that he can't wait any longer."
The sword in his hand was wiped clean, and the light can be seen. The headmaster smiled with satisfaction, and continued: "Do as he wants."
"yes."
Before I knew it, another few days had passed.
Lin Liaoting still looked half-dead, and Jian Xiuyun felt uncomfortable and worried.
I don't think I can let him go on like this anymore.
So every morning, I started to think about how to cheer him up again.
However, so many days have passed, and there is still no way to think of it.
Today, he was still sitting beside Lin Liao Ting's bed worrying.
Suddenly, a pigeon flew in and landed on his shoulder.
Jian Xiuyun knew that the news came in a short time, reached out to take the letter on its lap, and started to read it.
Immediately the pupils dilate.
Lin Liao Ting saw his complexion suddenly changed, with a tinge of blood on his pale face, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Master, did something happen in a short while?"
Jian Xiuyun hesitated for a moment, and handed him the letter in his hand, "It's not just a moment, it's Guyu Villa."
Lin Liao Ting took it and looked at the letter paper.
Obviously he knew every word, but it seemed that he couldn't understand it together.
Only the three big characters "Red Hibiscus Sect" can be seen clearly and extremely clearly.
Lin Liaoting's eyes were burning with anger, and he clenched his fists tightly. The edge of the letter was wrinkled immediately, and the words on it were distorted.
I can faintly see: Guyu Mountain Villa was attacked... all the elders in charge were slaughtered... Now it is the words occupied by the Chijin Sect.
"Red Hibiscus Sect!" Lin Liao Ting's voice seemed to ooze blood, every word was ruthless, "It's the Red Hibiscus Sect again!"