Beside the river beach, the black crow sneered, jumped up from the cedar forest, fluttering its wings and flying around.
There was a strong smell of blood in the wind, and the bright red slowly swept away from Murong Lian's wounds, soaking into the rubble and bricks below him.
The assassination begins in a split second and ends again quickly.
This group of people moved fast and had received the most rigorous training. Gu Mang and Murong Lian were standing so close, but those spells only attacked Murong Lian and did not hurt Gu Mang.
Moreover, the arrows they assassinated were condensed from spiritual power, and exploded the moment they submerged into the flesh. Therefore, although Murong Lian did not have any arrowheads on his body, more than ten blood holes had already been blown up.
At the beginning of his injury, he didn't fall down immediately, but the blood flowed more and more, and the pain became deeper and deeper. Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore, and fell to the ground suddenly, choking out a mouthful of blood.
Gu Mang looked at him like this, and there was a buzzing sound in his head as if something exploded.
"Mu, Murong..."
Murong Lian clutched the deepest wound on her chest, gasping for breath, her thin lips lost their blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning pale and blue.
One of the assassins on the top of the tree suddenly said in a muffled voice, "My lord, someone is here!"
"Get out!"
With a few swipes of black shadows, the assassin quickly disappeared into the depths of the jungle just like when he came.
Murong Lian scolded weakly, "Fuck... slut... don't run away... cough, cough, cough..."
After he finished speaking, he spit out another mouthful of blood, and staggered down on the sharp sandy beach.
The bright moon was in the sky, the blood was scattered, and only Gu Mang and the seriously injured Murong Lian were left on the beach.
Although in Gu Mang's memory, there are not many good memories related to Murong Lian left, but when he really saw Murong Lian falling down in front of him covered in blood, the most secret root in his skull The nerves were still tingling.
His fingertips became cold, and he stood there for a while, then suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly went to check on Murong Lian's injury. Seeing this, it was even more shocking. Not to mention, the part of the chest was already blown into a bloody mess by the arrowhead of the spiritual force, and the blood flowed non-stop.
Gu Mang instinctively wanted to use his hand to cover it, but to no avail. The sticky bright red quickly covered his palm, but it couldn't stop Murong Lian's blood loss at all.
"Murong... Murong..."
Murong Lian was no longer able to do so, his eyes began to slacken, he lay on his back on the gravel ground, his chest jumped up and down rapidly, and more blood gushed out with every breath.
He laboriously rolled his glazed eyes, looked at Gu Mang for a while, and said in a low voice, "You..."
"… "
"You...really...those...ahem, me, things about me...you...don't remember anything?"
If this scene had been questioned a month earlier, before Gu Mang's memory of reunion had dissipated, then Gu Mang might have told him the truth.
Too late.
Gu Mang looked at Murong Lian's slightly raised peach blossom eyes. They were obviously such beautiful eyes, but because of the glazed eyeballs floating up, they were born with a wicked look with three white eyes.
"You should at least... At least..." Murong Lian gasped, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, as if she wanted to do something. But his injuries were so severe that he couldn't use any strength. He stared at Gu Mang's face, his eyes flashing with some extremely complicated and extremely unwilling luster. He opened his mouth and just wanted to say something, but what came out was not sound, but blood.
There was a voice and lights approaching in the dense forest in the distance, and Murong Lian's pale face suddenly flashed a trace of clarity.
He raised his bloody hand, gathered a thin layer of brilliance, pressed it against Gu Mang's chest lightly, and then pushed him away.
"run."
At this moment, Murong Lian's consciousness was on the verge of extinction, and his eyes began to lose focus, but he still urged in a low-pitched and muddled manner.
"... run... or..."
Another mouthful of blood came up, and Murong Lian's voice was almost inaudible. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs moved slightly from side to side, reflecting the starry sky and Gu Mang's bewildered faces.
The babble-like last sentence fell from the blood-stained lips and teeth: "... just... no more... I can't explain it..."
"Murong Lian!!"
"Gu Mang..." When he was confused, he said in a low voice, "...Actually...I...I didn't..."
Before the words were finished, a mouthful of blood was pouring out. Murong Lian moved his hand, as if he wanted to do something in the end, but he no longer had the strength, and his hand dropped suddenly.
All this happened so suddenly that Gu Mang's head was buzzing, and he couldn't turn it around.
What does Murong Lian want to say
Almost at this moment, the patrolling monks of the Northern Territory Army who heard the sound rushed out of the jungle with wind lanterns. The lights flickered on them, and the patrol captain headed was silent for a moment, and the lantern in his hand suddenly fell on the beach.
The cultivator lost his voice: "Wang Shu-Jun?!!"
The hunting wind blew, and the sentry pierced the sky from the river, and spread throughout the entire night—
"Come on someone!! Wang Shujun was assassinated!!!"
"Catch this assassin!"
"Catch him!!"
Gu Mang didn't plan to run away, but where would those monks care? Suddenly, an aurora of magic was shot from the diagonal stab, hitting Gu Mang's back ruthlessly.
Someone shouted from the place where the aurora shot: "Hit! He can't run!"
"Push back!"
Gu Mang fell down beside Murong Lian in a drowsy manner. He happened to be facing Murong Lian, facing that face that no one could see through—
This face was completely bloodless at the moment, and those peach eyes that always carried ridicule were also tightly closed.
What did Murong Lian want to say to him before... Murong Lian... What kind of person is he...
Gu Mang, who lost his memory, thought chaotically, but he had no clue, and the last scene before he lost consciousness was a crowd of people from Chiling Camp surrounding him.
"You...really...those...ahem, me, things about me...you...don't remember anything?"
"You should at least... at least..."
What should I do
What should I remember
Murong Lian's words before he fell unconscious were like a nightmare, echoing in the depths of his dream.
Gu Mang floated and sank in the dazed darkness, and a beam of light suddenly penetrated from his chest. He sat up in the dream and touched his chest.
The place where the light radiated was exactly the place that Murong Lian pointed at the end with his finger.
The light became brighter and brighter, pouring out from his heart, and finally turned into a white butterfly in the darkness.
Gu Mang seemed to be attracted by some inexplicable attraction. He got up from the ground and followed the white butterfly forward.
The dream is getting deeper and deeper.
As Lingdie led the way, he saw Mrs. Zhao's foggy, twisted face: "You are so stubborn, how can you inherit your father's family business in the future and add glory to the lintel of Wangshu Mansion?"
He saw the Wangshu mansion's butler reaching out to him in the thick fog: "Young Master, it's getting late, you need to hurry back to the piano room to practice. If you are late, you will inevitably be punished by the wife again."
He also saw that in the depths of the misty mist, the young Mo Xi was standing on the shooting range with a bow and arrow, his black and gold-trimmed robes fluttering in the wind, surrounded by some vaguely-faced school elders, all praising him and praising him.
And Murong Lian watched gloomily in the corner, clutching a scroll of Lexiu books that she didn't like to read.
Suddenly, countless tidal sounds resounded in the dreamland—
First Mrs. Zhao's: "You can never beat him."
Then came the elder of the school: "You are always inferior to him."
In the end, those voices grinned and twisted into Murong Lian's own self-talk.
"Murong Lian, you can never beat him."
"You're a jumping clown, a shadowy villain... You can't even control what you like..."
"Are you Murong Lian? No, you're just a copycat of your father... a puppet... Hahahahaha..."
All the way forward.
Slowly, these sounds faded away, and the light of the white butterfly became stronger and stronger, and the fluorescent light that fell when it fluttered its wings kept flying, gradually dispelling the endless darkness. Gu Mang saw a ray of light breaking out in front of him not far away. At first, the sound of wind came from the beam, and then the petals floated down little by little, and more butterflies condensed by illusion flew out.
He walked forward—to the white center.
He heard the voice of Murong Lian when he was a child, and it came softly from the depths of the pure white: "Is that you..."
Before Gu Mang could answer, the butterfly fluttering in front suddenly turned into a vague shadow.
The little Murong Lian stood in the white light and looked back at him: "It's you..."
Almost following his words, a dazzling light suddenly flashed, making Gu Mang close his eyes abruptly. After a while, he heard the ding-dong wind chimes hanging from the corner of the eaves.
A flattering voice spoke:
"Young Master Murong, take a closer look at the dim sum box you want. If you are not satisfied, I will ask the pastry chef to take it back and make it again."
Gu Mang slowly opened his eyes.
The dream has changed.
What came into view was a golden and red building, the hall was full of camellias the size of a bowl, and most of the servants were fat women in their forties and fifties, dressed in uniform coarse cloth and floral clothes, piled in the hall. Laughing back and forth busy.
This is Linglongzhai.
The most famous pastry shop in the capital city of Chonghua.
The young Murong Lian stood in front of the tall cedar counter, raised his head, and spoke to the shopkeeper bossily.
At that time, he looked only four or five years old, a very immature child, he was trying his best to be dressed up with extravagant accessories from head to toe, and he wished he could even put gems on his nails. But he was so small, gold, silver, and emerald pearls all piled up together, so at first glance what others saw was not a living person, but a moving treasure chest with short legs.
A businessman would naturally welcome this kind of customer who can't wait to have "I'm rich" written on his forehead. In addition, Murong Lian is one of the most famous nobles, so even if he is a stinky baby, The shopkeeper who is over 500 years old can't wait to be flattered and kneel and call Dad.
Murong Lian stretched out her short hand, took the pastry box, opened it, and saw that Huang Chengcheng's shortbread was bright and crunchy, the pale pink lotus crisp had distinct layers, and Linglongzhai's unique milk jelly, a crystal clear little cake. One, on top of which is a budding spring peach.
Murong Lian stared at it for a while, then she reached out and took one unceremoniously and stuffed it into her mouth.
Vaguely ordered: "I want this. You go and make another box."
Although the shopkeeper thought his serious but greedy appearance was funny, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, so he nodded and bowed in response, and ordered the master to steam and make cakes again. While waiting, Murong Lian sat in the upper seat of Linglong Zhai, sipping a pot of Chinese rose tea, and ate all the snacks without any hesitation.
Gu Mang was puzzled as to why the illusion Yu Murong Lian had left for himself was this, when the shopkeeper lifted the bamboo curtain and walked to Murong Lian with a box of snacks that had been repackaged.
"Young Master Murong, you've made another one, can you take a look again?"
Murong Lian was very mean to a person, imitating his mother, and waved his hand majestically: "No need, I'll just take it. The money will be debited from my monthly account."
Shopkeeper: "...Young Master, you don't have an account, only Mrs. Zhao of your family has a fixed account... How about debiting it from Mrs. Zhao's account?"
"No!" Murong Lian's eyes widened, and she immediately rejected him, then said, "Wait, I have money."
After he finished speaking, he started to dig out of his pocket.
The cloth pocket was where Mrs. Zhao usually used to store spare money for Murong Lian. Mrs. Zhao was strict, and the money she gave him was not much, and most of it was loose money. So the shopkeeper looked at Murong, who was wearing gold and silver, and took out a handful of shabby white shell coins from his pocket. dig.
But how much money can a four- or five-year-old child have? After digging for a long time, there are also some broken shell coins.
Murong Lian raised her head, obviously a little guilty, but she still had to have the air, so she said, "That's all. There's no need to look for it."
"..."
"There will be a period later."
After finishing speaking, they carried the pastry box, and five people walked away in the shopkeeper's stunned eyes that wanted to cry without tears.
Looking back at the Shu residence, Murong Lian summoned his closest attendant, first pretended to drink a sip of tea, then raised his eyes and asked, "Ahem... that... that little bitch, I pushed him and fell yesterday. Broken head, are you still alive now?"
Gu Mang was stunned for a moment, he still had some impressions, so he reacted vaguely——
It turned out that this memory happened when he was pushed off the swing by Murong Lian, broke his head and was held by Aunt Lin for healing.
The attendant couldn't fathom Murong Lian's thoughts, so he answered with sincerity, "Young Master Hui, he is still alive."
Murong Lian gave an inscrutable "Oh", her eyes blurred and she repeated, "I'm still alive."
"Yes, yes, Aunt Lin took him to see Yaoxiu in time. Now that kid is probably resting in Aunt Lin's house. Is there any order from the young master?"
"...Nothing." Murong Lian said, "Go down."
After the attendant left, Murong Lian sat at the table with his legs crossed and thought for a while, and finally he took out an ancient coin from the storage box, pinched it in his hand and said to himself, "Toss the front, I will Just apologize. On the flip side, I'll eat this box of snacks myself."
After saying that, the coin was beaten on the table a few times, and finally it turned face up and didn't move.
"Okay." Murong Lian said angrily, "I pushed you anyway, if you apologize, you will apologize, and you won't lose any hair."
So he jumped off the chair, tiptoed to pick up Linglongzhai's pastry box from the table, and walked towards Aunt Lin's room.