The people in this desert city thought that Su Yun was the bodhisattva they were waiting to save their lives, but they never thought that he was a wolf on the same level as the magistrate and others.
They colluded and opened a pharmacy called "Yiyantang". In this pharmacy, only one kind of "holy water" was sold. After drinking it, all diseases can be cured, and there is no need to worry about the plague.
And the price of this holy water is sky-high, one hundred taels of silver can only buy such a small bottle.
Ordinary people naturally couldn't afford it, so they could only cry and beg Su Yun for mercy.
Su Yun is also ruthless. If there is a boy in the family, he must be sold as a servant; if the girl in the family is sold into a brothel, he will give alms. The more he watched others struggle and suffer, and tasted all the suffering he had suffered, the happier Su Yun felt in his heart!
Regarding this, the people in this desert city are all outraged and dare not speak out.
After a long time, it seems that all of this huge desert city has the surname "Su" of Su Yun.
In this desert city, Su Yun can be said to want the wind to get the wind, and the rain to get the rain. Perhaps because of drinking water from this dimension, his appearance has also become more and more beautiful, so beautiful that it is indisputable. Even the people under his command sometimes look at him, they can see obsession, as if they have lost their souls.
Su Yun used this space water to attract countless people who were willing to work for him, and even three or two of his subordinates even climbed onto Su Yun's bed.
These days, Su Yun has completely forgotten Sanskrit and Shen Jiayan.
But he never expected that Sanskrit would suddenly appear in front of him, and it was when he and his two subordinates were having fun at the same time.
Sanskrit was dressed in a dark black robe, with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a cold expression, as if looking at an insignificant ant, and said coldly: "Su Yun, give me that water."
Su Yun faintly noticed some changes in Sanskrit, but no doubt such Sanskrit attracted him even more. It's like pure white rice paper being stained with ink. The thicker the ink, the more people can't help but delve into it.
Su Yun kicked the man on her body off. Then he walked up to Fanyin with bare feet, licked the corners of his lips and said: "Master Fanyin, if you really want this holy water, you might as well consider my previous suggestion, how about it? If Master Fanyin is willing to take the place of the two of them , then as much holy water as you want, I can give you as much as you want."
Hearing this, Su Yun's two subordinates glared at Fanyin angrily, but they still retreated unwillingly under the signal of Su Yun's eyes.
The corners of Sanskrit's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes seemed to be filled with stars all over the sky: "Okay!"
Su Yun couldn't help the ecstasy in her heart, and subconsciously stroked her hair. Could it be that Sanskrit is willing to...
Su Yun took a few steps forward, reaching out to pull Fanyin's belt, her fingertips were trembling slightly with ecstasy: "Master Fanyin, are you serious about what you just said?"
Sanskrit took advantage of the situation and pulled Su Yun, trapping him firmly in his arms.
Before Su Yun could show his joyful expression, the dagger in Sanskrit's hand was silently across Su Yun's neck: "Give me that holy water!" His voice suddenly became cold, like a rakshasa from hell.
The coldness followed the dagger to Su Yun's limbs and bones. Su Yun shivered slightly, but still insisted: "The monks are merciful. Don't think that holding a dagger can scare me. I will If I don't believe it, if I really don't hand it in, would the National Master Fanyin really dare to kill me?"
Sanskrit did not talk nonsense, the dagger aimed at Su Yun's neck was a sharp cut.
Su Yun only felt a stabbing pain in his neck, followed by a burst of warmth, slowly flowing down his neck. Su Yun subconsciously reached out to touch it, and it was covered with bright red blood.
Su Yun could no longer restrain her fear and screamed.
"Ever since I saw Yun Chen lying in front of me with his face covered in blood, there is nothing I dare not do." Fanyin moved the dagger to Su Yun's face, "Su Yun, I It’s not asking you to ask again, but asking you to give it. If you don’t want to give it, I have no choice but to cut through your body one by one. Do you want to try, can I dare?”
Before Su Yun could reply, Sanskrit left another bloody gash on his face: "Also, you'd better reply faster, at least faster than my dagger."
Su Yun covered the wound on her face, and finally couldn't restrain the fear in her heart, shaking like a sieve all over her body.
Where is the man in front of him still Sanskrit? He is clearly the cruelest executioner in the world.
"I'll give it! I'll give you the holy water!" Su Yun hid the hatred deep in her eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "How much do you want? I'll pretend to give it to you!"
Sanskrit gestured at Su Yun's face a few times with the blade, his eyes were black like a mouthful of ancient pools: "Su Yun, don't you understand? What I want is not how much, but everything."
"Fanyin, don't deceive people too much!" Su Yun shouted with red eyes as if he was killing him when he heard Fanyin say this.
Sanskrit left another bloodstain on Su Yun's face expressionlessly: "Yes, I am deceiving people too much today. I only give you a moment to think about it."
Su Yun bit her lower lip tightly, and finally compromised before Sanskrit's next knife fell: "I'll give it to you!"
Fanyin let go of him, but the dagger was tightly across his waist.
Su Yun looked at Sanskrit with hatred in his eyes, and slowly pushed his sleeves away, revealing the imprint of an orchid on his wrist: "This is my space, and there is the holy water you want in this space. It's a pity, It was originally a jade pendant, but now it has merged with me. You can't take it out."
Su Yun said it was a pity, but her eyes were full of gloating.
The most painful thing in this world is to be disappointed after having hope.
Su Yun naturally knew that Sanskrit was going to use this holy water to save Su Yichen. But if Sanskrit thought he had found a way to save Su Yichen, but let him fall into despair, how pleasant would it be
But beyond Su Yun's expectation, Sanskrit not only did not despair, but suddenly laughed: "Su Yun, do you really think that such a treasure will really recognize someone with an impure mind like you as the master?"
"What do you mean?" Su Yun's eyes flashed with panic.
Fanyin didn't explain, but just clasped Su Yun's wrist tightly.
Immediately afterwards, Su Yun felt that the place where she was held was getting hotter and hotter, as if her whole hand was being roasted on a raging fire. Then there was a sudden pain in the body, as if a piece had been hollowed out.
Su Yun couldn't help crying out in pain.
At this time, a jade pendant in the shape of an orchid lay quietly on Fanyin's palm. Sanskrit closed his palms, turned and left without even looking at Su Yun who was on the ground.
Inside the hut.
Fanyin coaxed softly: "Yun Chen, I won't take medicine today. Open your eyes and see Master, okay?"
Sanskrit spoke in a humble way, but it was a pity that the room was still silent in response.
Fanyin grabbed Shen Jiayan's hand and pressed it against his forehead: "Yun Chen, I'll try again, if it still doesn't work this time...then Master will let you go personally, okay?"
The last sentence, the Sanskrit voice can be said to be difficult to say every word.
Shen Jiayan didn't speak. In fact, he couldn't move at all now, but tears slowly rolled down the corners of his eyes.
Fanyin leaned forward and kissed Shen Jiayan's tears away bit by bit: "Be good, don't cry."
Fanyin put the jade pendant on Shen Jiayan's palm, drew a bloody hole on Shen Jiayan's index finger with a dagger, and gently squeezed two drops of blood onto it.
The jade pendant did not change, it refused to recognize the owner.
Fanyin was still not reconciled, and tried again, but the jade pendant remained unchanged.
Fanyin finally gave up, and held the blade of the dagger with a wry smile, with blood dripping from his palm: "Yun Chen, don't be afraid, after Master sends you away, I will accompany you."
The blood dripped on the jade pendant, and slowly merged with Shen Jiayan's blood.
Gradually, the orchid jade pendant emitted a hazy white light, and the Sanskrit voice and Shen Jiayan on the bed disappeared in place.
It turned out that this jade pendant refused to recognize one person as master, but wanted to recognize both of them as master.
Sanskrit immersed Shen Jiayan in the spring water, but he didn't do anything, just stood aside every day. He was waiting for the day when Su Yichen could open his eyes and call him "Master" again.
Although Shen Jiayan couldn't move, he was not unconscious of what Sanskrit was doing.
"System, I want to stay in this world, even if I deduct points." Shen Jiayan said so firmly for the first time.
The black cat was a little moved, and flicked its tail and said: "Master Host, even if I want to take you back by force, it is impossible. This mantra has already brought you back to life."
"Thank you, System." Shen Jiayan smiled slowly.
The black cat leaned over and rubbed Shen Jiayan's face affectionately: "It's just one thing, the host, without the heart, people will become cold-blooded and ruthless, and there is no distinction between good and evil. Does such a Sanskrit sound have nothing to do with you? "
"If he depends on each other for life and death, I will never leave him." Shen Jiayan said without hesitation.
The black cat licked Shen Jiayan's palm: "If that's the case, then please wake up, Master Host!" After speaking, the black cat gently pushed Shen Jiayan out with a paw.
When Shen Jiayan opened his eyes again, he saw Fanyin standing in front of him for the first time, as if he was handsome and elegant when he first saw him, but there was an unmistakable affection in his eyes.
Shen Jiayan suddenly remembered what the black cat said.
But his master, even if he became cold-blooded and ruthless one day, he never forgot, does he still love himself