man sanctified in death row vest

"Xiao Tao, hide behind me."

In front of Xiaotao, Zheng Xiu's bones swelled and his muscles were as hard as steel, like a small steel cannon that could not fall down.

"Ah."

After experiencing the initial panic, Xiao Tao stared blankly at the young master's back, feeling inexplicably at ease, and her trembling hands gradually returned to calm.

laugh.

After questioning and answering, a bloodstain was cut on Zheng Xiu's cheek, the flesh turned up, and the blood flowed down the muscle lines of Zheng Xiu's face.

Xie Luohe glanced at the wound on Zheng Xiu's face from the corner of his eye, clenched his fists.

Zheng Xiu's mood at this moment may be completely different from Xiao Xie's.

"It can't be wasted."

Zheng Xiu silently wiped away the blood on his face with the Luohe brush, and looked forward to the person who came.

A fish-belly white light appeared on the horizon.

The sun rises, dispelling the night little by little.

The handsome man in brocade clothes, who resembles Xie Yunliu, smiles, his boots touch the ground, like a dragonfly treading water, relaxed and freehand without any trace.

"The governor is blessed by luck today, and unexpectedly met two...hehe, strange people."

Xie Luohe didn't do anything, she frowned suspiciously, and bursts of tingling pain came from deep in her head.

She slowly placed an arrow on the bowstring, but shot it without bending the bow.

Like.

resembles.

so similar.

As the "supervisor" approached, Zheng Xiu became more amazed and doubted.

Wearing a crown hat, wearing a gorgeous flying swallow suit, smiling with twisted leaves, the male and female master seems to be the legendary "eunuch".In terms of temperament, he is soft and full, if it is said that he is a vigorous and vigorous man... Zheng Xiu is the first to not believe it.

Apart from his temperament being completely opposite to Xie Yunliu's, his facial features were exactly the same as Xie Yunliu's, without any difference.

At this time, Zheng Xiu asked somewhat uncertainly: "Monk? Or Xie Yunliu? Or...other?"

aside.

Xie Luohe held the bow in one hand, and couldn't help holding his forehead with the other hand, his brows furrowed.

Unexpectedly, when Zheng Xiu asked this question.

On the opposite side, the overseer who forced Graman and Feiye to hurt others, his expression changed drastically the moment he heard this question.

As the governor involuntarily let go of his hands, a few tender leaves floated to the ground.

"You..." The governor's voice trembled slightly: "No, you... after all, it came from... her..."

The governor looked at Xie Luohe for a while, and Zheng Xiu for a while, his face was flushed, showing a bit of terrifying charm and anxiety, and he spoke incoherently.

Zheng Xiu was stunned.

This person unexpectedly reacted so strongly to "Monk" or "Xie Yunliu".

After half an hour.

The governor took a deep breath, regained his composure, and asked, "You guys, are you from 200 years later?"

Xie Luohe opened his mouth wide.

After a moment of astonishment, Zheng Xiu immediately exulted: "You are a monk!"

The governor was slightly stunned: "Who is the monk? Wait a minute, you really come from Dagan... 200 years later?"

"It really is a monk!"

Zheng Xiu breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought it was a thrilling bloody battle, but Zheng Xiu didn't expect to become "meeting an old friend in a foreign land" now.Yes, since falling into ghosts, "Fengbei" has become "Xie Luohe", who knows everything outside but doesn't believe it at all, only believes that he is Xie Luohe; One person, not only has no memory of the past, but even his personality has changed.

But now, the second "monk" appeared in front of him and Xie Luohe without any warning, and knew everything beyond ghosts and ghosts. His few words seemed to be a sign, which made Zheng Xiu inadvertently sigh with emotion.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Xie Luohe felt a tightness in his chest for some reason, feeling unhappy, and bent his bow to shoot the sissy to death.

Although this sissy looks exactly like her brother, even in "Fengbei's memory", she looks exactly like a person whom Zheng Xiu called a "monk", but Xie Luohe still has a killer at this time impulse.

She couldn't tell why.

Hard to say.

That is, when Zheng Xiu showed that "joyful" expression, she felt that the current Zheng Xiu was far away from her, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

"who are you?"

Of course Zheng Xiu did not relax his vigilance because of this, and he was happy to be happy.He asked the question he was most concerned about.

The governor was silent for a moment, then smiled wryly: "Have you heard of the Incomplete Building?"

"I heard."

"Since you can enter ghosts, you are indeed an insider. Are you Ye Weiyang?"

"I'm not." Zheng Xiu shook his head, without glancing at Fengbei, he said calmly, "An idle man who accidentally obtained a cannibal painting and was absorbed into it."

"So that's how it is." The governor suddenly said, "I am one of the eight generals of the Incomplete Building, 'Yao Jiang' Fan Yao."

"Incomplete building! Who are you, Chu Susu?"

"You know 'Kong'?"

"see once."

Fan Yan closed her eyes for a moment, then nodded secretly: "I probably understand, it seems that 'Kong' tried his best to steal the painting, but unexpectedly hurt you."

"How did you...become like this?"

Zheng Xiu was still thinking about the relationship between the "monk" and "Fan Yao". The atmosphere between the two was relaxed, and Zheng Xiu asked a question that he was more concerned about.

"It's hard to say." Fan Yao sighed softly: "I got that scroll by accident and was taken into it. For so many years, I have been..." Fan Yao lowered his voice, getting lower and lower, he finally looked at Xie Luohe, and closed his eyes mouth.After a while, Fan Yao asked, "Then, who is she?"

"Similarly, it's hard to say." Zheng Xiu didn't want to talk about "Fengbei" in front of Xie Luohe.

Fan Yao showed surprise.

As the admiral of the secret factory, he recognized Xie Luohe's identity at a glance—the "identity" in the world in the painting.When confirming that Zheng Xiu is also an "outsider", Fan Yao initially believed that Xie Luohe, like Zheng Xiu, also came from the real world outside the picture scroll.

But looking at Zheng Xiu's embarrassed face at this moment, it seems that there is something else hidden, which is not the case.

"It's not a good time to talk about things tonight."

Fan Yao was quite regretful, and had no plans to do anything.He turned around coolly and walked towards the forest.

At this moment, in the distance, shortly after the fireworks signal was released, the sound of killing shook the sky, and horseshoes rushed up the mountain to commit suicide, like a thousand troops attacking.The dense rockets flooded the Tibetan Sword Villa.

Not long after, the Hidden Sword Villa was submerged in a sea of ​​flames, and the flames soaring into the sky reflected Fan Yao's back, looking a bit bleak.

"on fire!"

Zheng Xiu looked at the hidden sword villa in the sea of ​​flames, his pupils shrank, and then looked at Fan Yao's leaving back, and vaguely understood the reason.Sure enough, this person is not a good man and a believer.

"I have one last question, how long have you been here?"

Fan Yao paused as she left, and was silent, with complicated emotions.After a while, Fan Yan's laughter came: "Since the baby fell to the ground, in the blink of an eye, 40 years have passed, like a big empty dream, it is hard to tell the truth from the fake!"

40 years!
Fan Yao has been here for 40 years!
Fan Yao said from a distance: "I originally wanted to come here and force you to ask about the location of Mr. Nie's treasure house. But now, there is no need."

"stop."

Xie Luohe, who had been eavesdropping and never absent, had long hair fluttering when Fan Yao left, and a looming shadow emerged behind Xie Luohe.

Dark lines floated from the clothes and spread all over the body.

At this moment, Xie Luohe's face was ferocious, like a demon.

"Do you know what is in Nie Gong's treasure house?"

boom!
The arrow of the Xieluo River was like a cannonball. Wherever it passed, the gravel was rolled up, and a deep ravine was plowed in the dark sky.

"Naturally know!"

Fan Yao smiled slightly, stretched out two fingers like lightning, and pinched Xie Luohe's arrow with incomparable precision.

In an instant, the gust of wind stopped.The rolled up gravel fell to the ground one after another, forming a fan-shaped trace around Fan Yao.

"Return to ordinary people!"

With two fingers, Fan Yao broke Xie Luohe's arrow, threw it at his feet, walked away with his hands behind his back, and said as he walked:

"There is an 'exit' in Nie Gong's treasure house, and the other side is the 'eternal world' we are in! It took me 40 years to find out this great secret! Now, I give it to you to show my sincerity !"

"Nie Gong's treasure house, see you!"

Until Fan Yao smiled and left.

Xiaotao, the only "normal person" in the audience, seemed to return to her body, her eyes were blank, "thump", her knees softened, and she knelt on the ground.

In the distance, the Tibetan Sword Villa has become a sea of ​​flames.

Neither Xie Luohe nor Zheng Xiu chased him out.

The appearance of Fan Ruo is like some kind of "signal".

A signal that a storm is coming.

"I don't trust him."

This sentence explained why she shot an arrow at Fan Yao before leaving.

Xie Luohe acted angrily, pointed his butt at Zheng Xiu, walked away, and didn't take the initiative to talk about anything else with Zheng Xiu.

She didn't even ask Zheng Xiu what the conversation with Fan Yao meant.

After dawn.

In the small town near Hidden Sword Villa, everyone was talking about the fire last night.

Some people are in a hurry, packed their bags and fled here.

As if, the appearance of the secret factory is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing an uproar in the vicinity.

After a little research, Zheng Xiu found out that Fan Yao's identity who has lived for 40 years is called "Lou Mengkong".

He is the hottest figure in the court today.

Wherever he passed, everyone was in danger, and they ran as long as they could, lest they would be killed.

Fan Yao appeared, and the century-old foundation of Tibetan Sword Villa turned into a big fire.

While distributing horses in the town, Zheng Xiu looked at the scorched wreckage of Hidden Sword Villa from a distance, and fell into deep thought.

What should have happened here?
If he didn't come, if Xie Luohe didn't come, if he wasn't Zheng Xiu, if he was really Gongsun Mo, would the direction of history still be the same?
Ruo Lou Mengkong is not Fan Yao, but Lou Mengkong, the admiral of the secret factory in history.

Will the fire still be burning last night and leveling that place?

After Gongsun Mo's influence disappeared, Fan Yao's appearance made Zheng Xiu wonder if what he was experiencing now was really just as simple as "Gongsun Mo's memory".

What if... the reality he is familiar with is completely changed like the experience in Baili Village?

What would happen if Xie Luohe really found Nie Gong's treasure house and found "return to normal people"?
An inexplicable fear lingered in Zheng Xiu's heart.

He felt dazed and uncertain about what was about to happen.

"Bookworm, what are you in a daze for?"

"Appreciate~"

The warm and moist tongue scraped Zheng Xiu's face hard, leaving a face full of saliva.

Zheng Xiu was startled, and was frightened back from thinking.Looking back, it turned out that it wasn't Xie Luohe who licked him.

Xie Luohe smiled and pinched a horse's head and dragged it to Zheng Xiu's side. The horse was forced to slap Zheng Xiu hard because of Xie Luohe's majesty.

Zheng Xiu seemed to read strange emotions such as "grievance", "helplessness", and "shame" from the horse's face, and pushed the horse's head away with a slap. The fragrant silk scarf wiped the horse's spittle off Zheng Xiu's face intimately.

Xiaotao is like a little padded jacket.

"No."

"Let's go then."

Xie Luohe got on his horse and rode out of the city.

The three of them went to Lashan together.

On the road, Zheng Xiu seemed to be back in the past.

Draw a "back view" for Xie Luohe every day.

Still the old rules, he didn't draw the front of Xie Luohe, and Xie Luohe didn't ask why Zheng Xiu didn't draw her face.Every time he finishes painting, Zheng Xiu always feels that the distance to the next door is only a little, a little bit.However, the "some" is like a moat, insurmountable.

Something is missing.

Every time Xie Luohe would carefully take away Zheng Xiu's calligraphy, dry it, fold it and put it away.She said that if she had the opportunity in the future, when Zheng Xiu became famous, she would frame all Gongsun Mo's calligraphy with precious sandalwood and sell them all, and she would be able to live comfortably.

The third day of March.

Spring is warm and flowers bloom, everything rejuvenates.

Along the way, the ice and snow melted, the roadside flowers bloomed, and the scenery was pleasant.

When resting, groups of spring swallows and spring-picking butterflies will all avoid Xieluo River when they pass over the head of Xieluo River, as if Xieluo River is a natural enemy at the top of the food chain for them.

One day.

After Zheng Xiu finished his daily tasks, he drew a picture for Xie Luohe.

Xie Luohe put away the painting and suddenly smiled.

"Do you know that, like her, I was spurned by the heavens, and the flowers I raised never survived a season, and the mad bees and butterflies never stayed by my Xieluo River, and she was the same."

Xie Luohe looked at a light blue nameless little flower that was stubbornly sprouting buds beside him.

When they sit, the flowers are brightly colored.

When they were about to leave, the flowers wilted. Xie Luohe stepped forward and touched them lightly, and the flower buds fell silently.

Zheng Xiu was taken aback.

Xiaotao was fetching water from the stream not far away, and poured the water into the pot.

"Do you know what I want to look for in Mr. Nie's treasure house?"

This is the first time that Xie Luohe talked to Zheng Xiu about her purpose of chasing Nie Gong's treasure house.

Zheng Xiu shook his head first.

Pretend not to know.

But when he met Xie Luohe's lake-like eyes, he shook his head and nodded.

"It is said that the secret of returning to normal people is hidden in the treasure house of Mr. Nie."

Xie Luohe said softly: "Although you don't say it, I, Xie Luohe, know that you never regarded me as Xie Luohe, only as her, the person named Fengbei."

"You always want to save her, save her, save her."

Xie Luohe smiled.

Zheng Xiu was speechless and difficult to refute.

"But you,"

"Have you ever thought that what you have done is not what she wants?"

Taking advantage of Xiaotao's absence.

Xie Luohe walked towards Zheng Xiu step by step.

She stretched out her arms and gently hugged Zheng Xiu.

Both hands were gently attached to Zheng Xiu's back.

"She, just like me, can use her own hands to gently touch others."

"Ordinary people's reason, to her, is like a wish to ascend to heaven."

"Unattainable."

Xie Luohe's hug was split with one touch.

She didn't want to do anything to Zheng Xiu.

You Xiang moved away, Zheng Xiu looked at Xie Luohe in surprise.

He suddenly understood that Xie Luohe's actions were just to tell Zheng Xiu that Xie Luohe could do what Fengbei couldn't do.

"Do you still remember the bet you made with me in the cold winter?"

Xie Luohe asked.

Zheng Xiu nodded in a complicated mood.

"Then," Xie Luohe smiled calmly, "When I find Mr. Nie's treasury, I will return Fengbei to you."