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"Teacher, husband …" The small child pushed open the door and called out in joy as he saw the familiar back. However, he immediately swallowed the call, his face filled with shock.

There was only a single coffin in the dark room, and the man in white kneeling by the coffin.

Such a gentle, handsome, and carefree gentleman was actually kneeling in the damp room. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were messy as he laid on the coffin. He was in such a down and out state.

He had only been in his thirties and usually looked like a 20-year-old man. His hair was jet-black and was mixed with his snow-white hair. Fresh blood flowed out from his badly mutilated forehead all over his face. Tears had washed over his cheeks. It was obvious that her lips, which had been bitten in a coma, had been torn. However, the blood that dripped onto her clothes was already unclear as to how it had gotten stained. The fingernails that had been put into the coffin turned up, revealing pink flesh. Blood had already dyed the black coffin even darker.

That was rosewood, how much strength would it take to use a person's fingers to dig it in? What kind of hatred could allow a person to ignore the pain that linked the fingers to the heart, and insert their fingers into such a hard coffin?

And what kind of hatred could make such a strong man injure him to such an extent?

Her snow-white clothes shouldn't be in such a terrible condition. They shouldn't be stained by dirt and dirt, and even more so, they shouldn't be …

Despite the fear and the fear, the child still walked over to the coffin with difficulty and gently opened his arms to embrace the man. He used his petite body to hug the man with ice-cold skin. How could such a young child use the warmth of his own body to warm his heart?

Two hours, four hours, or perhaps even longer. The child stubbornly hugged the man according to his own thoughts. From beginning to end, he didn't open his mouth to call out, but he had no intention of giving up.

"Hmm?" Finally, the man moved slightly and opened his eyes. His gaze, after a moment of distraction, focused on the child that was about to fall asleep on his body. He was exceptionally shocked. "Yun Mo?"

The child immediately opened his eyes wide and smiled sweetly, "You're awake?"

The man touched his cold cheek and quickly took off his thin clothes and covered his face with them. He asked anxiously: "What are you doing? Is there anything wrong with it? "

The child shook his head, lowered his head, and pulled his hand out, pulling at the clothes around him as if to tear them off.

The man followed his gaze and saw the blood stains on his clothes. He seemed to understand a bit, but he increased his strength by a bit and tightly wrapped the child inside. "I know the clothes are dirty, but it will warm up a bit. I'll bring you back to your room now." Then he was about to stand up.

"Teacher." The child reached out and grabbed his hand, shaking his head seriously. "I'm not dirty. I'm not afraid of the cold. Wear it. Your body is so cold."

The man was stunned for a moment before becoming enraged. "What utter nonsense!" He stretched out his hand and pulled his clothes tighter.

The child gripped his hand tightly. His eyes were filled with fear as he said, "No, it hurts."

Hearing that, the man immediately stopped moving, but did not understand what he meant. "What's wrong? "Where do you hurt?

The child sniffed and shook his head before throwing himself into the man's embrace. Tears continuously flowed from his eyes as he cried in a way that made one's heart ache.

As he cried, the man was also stunned. After a long while, he raised his arms to hug him and whispered, "What's wrong?"

The child raised his tear-soaked face, saw the man's face, red with blood, and bowed his head and cried harder: "Don't frighten me, I'm afraid. Please, don't leave me. I don't want you to die. You promised me that you would always stay by my side. You won't leave me behind. "

The man froze, his voice stuck in his throat. After a long time, he looked at the child who was crying and softly sobbing in his arms. The child's fingers grabbed onto his clothes and refused to let go as he slowly said, "I promise you, I won't do this again. I will accompany you until you can leave me. However, you must promise me a few things. "

The child suddenly raised his head. His eyes were filled with joy. "I agree!"

The man raised his hand and lightly wiped off the blood on his cheek. Then, he slowly and earnestly said, "First, no matter what, you must not seek revenge on the person who killed the man who killed Listening Pupil for my sake in the future."

"Second, you're a boy, so no matter what happens in the future, you shouldn't cry — your tears shouldn't be so cheap."

"Third, I will hand Ran Hao over to you, he will be yours from now on. You can let him die, you can let him live, his life and his freedom all belong to you. Correspondingly, you have the right to dictate his fate. You must also become strong and outstanding, straight enough to shoulder the fate that the two of you will have in common. "

After that, there was a long silence.

Seeing that the child was still silent, the man asked in a deep voice, "Did you hear that?"

Perhaps it was because he still didn't understand the grudge between life and death, even though he felt that it wasn't appropriate, the child still chose to compromise under the man's serious gaze. "En, I understand."

The man's gaze became gentle as he gently caressed Chen Changsheng's hair. He whispered, "I won't harm you."

The child nodded. "I know."

Hearing such a decisive reply, the man couldn't help but be startled. After a moment, he said with the same firm and serious tone, "I will accompany you."

The child replied, "Me too."

The man smiled. He was smiling because he was naive, but he suddenly remembered that the person who accompanied him in his own way was this child who was not even nine years old, regardless of the fact that he was covered in blood and his terrifying appearance. Although this method was laughable and useless, it was a child who showed his concern with a heart devoid of any impurities, showed his concern, and showed his stubbornness that never left his side.

The man's smile faded and his eyes revealed some emotion. "Is it worth it?"

The child pursed his lips, but his tender voice inexplicably made people feel at ease, "It's worth it. From the moment Teacher dragged his heavily injured body and tore the wild rabbit into shreds to feed it to me, I knew that Teacher would not abandon me. This way, I'll have more time with Teacher Zi in the future. There will be a day when I will be able to do something for you, right? "

The man ruffled his hair and said with a smile, "I will." There seemed to be something extra in his eyes.

"..."

"The extra courage to live, right?" Zhao Qingyan woke up from her reminiscing. She opened her eyes and looked at the darkness in front of her. Her lips twitched as her smile turned into a futile grief.

"Jiang Wuyan, you're right." Clenching the jade pendant even tighter, Zhao Qingyan silently admitted in his heart.

— —

The silence after the liveliness became even more empty, even the sounds of the commotion disappeared, and the silence of the night seemed to have lost its liveliness.

No matter how quiet the night was, there would always be a sleepless night.

Han Li sat down under a large locust tree in the backyard of the inn and leaned against the tree trunk, not caring about the icy coldness that emanated from the ground. In his hand was a piece of wood about the size of a fist, and between his fingers he held a Lancet, which he carved little by little in the dim light of the moon.

"Can't sleep?" Jiang Wuyan didn't intentionally hide her footsteps. When she saw Han Yan raise his head and look in her direction, she asked.

Han Yan smiled. "If you can sleep, who won't?"

Jiang Wuyan asked again, "Are you waiting for me?"

Han Yan gave a vague answer, "I'm just trying to wait for the person I want to wait for." He didn't say anything more and turned his gaze back to the wooden block.

Jiang Wuyan walked to his side, looked at him silently for a moment, then suddenly said: "Your hand is very beautiful."

Han Yan's fingertips trembled visibly. He paused for a moment before raising his head and smiling at Jiang Wuyan, "I agree with this. I've always been very proud of my hand."

"Han." Jiang Wuyan turned the name in her mind and asked, "What is your weapon?"

Han Yan turned the Lancet over to his palm and showed it to Jiang Wuyan. "About this."

Jiang Wuyan shook her head, "Impossible, the throwing knives are definitely not your weapon."

Han Yan asked with a smile, "Then the weapon that the Zhuang Life Dream Butterfly asked about, what kind of weapon is it?"

Hearing this form of address, Jiang Wuyan narrowed her eyes. She then retracted her killing intent and spoke in a cold voice, "It seems that you really know more than I do."

Han Yan stood up slowly and put the broken piece of wood into his pocket. Facing Jiang Wuyan's cold eyes, he smiled leisurely and said, "Just like how you are an outstanding archer, the real weapon of the young master of Bewitching Butterfly Town, who has subdued all the heroes of the martial arts world, is to kill people with invisible poison. My real weapon, is also not something that you can touch."

Jiang Wuyan stared at him coldly without saying a word.

Han Yan said, "What's the most poisonous thing in the world? What was the most defenceless thing in the world? What was the best way to die in this world? The kiss of a lover, the wine, the rouge of a beauty, and ignorance of the future. " The corner of his mouth curled up. "Don't tell me you don't know which four places these are?"

Jiang Wuyan still did not speak.

Han Yan turned around to touch the locust tree, not at all afraid of Jiang Wuyan taking advantage of him, "Delicious wine, this refers to the Poison Hall that was not very famous ten years ago, but was rather frightening. The fragrance of a beauty's rouge referred to the Yu Yin Pavilion, the intelligence agency that had dominated the martial arts world ten years ago. His ignorance towards the future was the martial arts reputation he had before his death. And the first one... "Where is it?"

Jiang Wuyan narrowed her eyes and her voice rang softly in her throat, "Do you want to die?"

Han Yan spread out his arms to show that he would not resist, "Before I was killed, I felt it was necessary for me to say that I was taken up by Young Prince. Young Marquis, you do not need to be a useless person and you do not leave anyone behind. I think you should know about this, right? "

Jiang Wuyan said, "You have his reasons for using him, and I have my reasons for killing you."

Han Yan laughed, "I'm not seeking death. To be honest, you and I should also be people who are in trouble, or at least not enemies. My enemy is not you, but someone else. The person you should be looking for is also that person. "

Glimmers danced in Jiang Wuyan's eyes as if she had heard it.

Han Yan spread out his hands. "Brother Jiang, can I say a few words?"

Surprisingly, Jiang Wuyan didn't bother about his intimate address. Although her expression was still ugly, she loosened the fingers on her waist, "Aren't you afraid that you've found the wrong person?"

"I'm not wrong." Han Yan laughed. "I still have that much confidence in myself."

Jiang Wuyan asked, "Other than me, have you looked for anyone else?"

Han Yan said, "If you want to find her, you haven't done so yet." You see, if it wasn't for the fact that you were still wary of the young noble's face, wouldn't I have been killed by you the moment I revealed my identity? "

Jiang Wuyan couldn't deny it, so she asked again, "Does Yun Mo know about this?"

Han Yan said, "Obviously, he doesn't know. You have such a close relationship with him that even you have not told him about it. How could I possibly say something that concerns my life? "

Jiang Wuyan nodded and let out a breath of relief, "Then who are you?"

Jiang Wuyan asked vaguely, but Han Yan gave an unambiguous answer, "Obviously, it's the Yu Yin Pavilion."

Jiang Wuyan was not surprised, but a trace of disbelief flashed across her eyes, "What about Feng Yunxuan?"

Han Yan sighed, "This is really hard to explain in one sentence. Now I don't mind telling you everything I know, but this isn't the right time, is it? If you want to ask, I can only ask you this first. We are of the same branch, but we are from the same Yuyin Pavilion. " Seeing that Jiang Wuyan was silent, she continued, "If you want to take revenge, not to mention that I don't have a plan, even if it were you, you wouldn't be able to do it by yourself, right? Do you want to make this deal? "

Jiang Wuyan said lightly: "It's just as you said, you don't have much on you. I'm still looking for Feng Yunxuan, but there shouldn't be much of a difference. But for now, I'm your best partner. This deal isn't even, is it? "Invite me on board. Sure, let's see what you can take out."

Han Yan said, "The Yuyin Pavilion is different from you. I'm not the only one left alive in the Yuyin Pavilion. Therefore, I am not afraid of death. I leave my life to you as payment for my revenge. Is that enough? "

Jiang Wuyan pursed her lips, a look of struggle on her face.

Han Yan obviously knew the reason behind his hesitation. "Let me tell you the use of my life — the crime of framing the young prince. I'll carry it on my back. You just need to pretend to be a good friend."

Jiang Wuyan laughed coldly, but it was not directed at Han Yan. "Do you really think that I approached Yun Mo just to use him to take revenge for me?"

Han Yan calmly replied, "You are not. I am."