melodramatic plot
The alleys here seemed like a huge maze. It was dark before I could even get out. A cold wind blew and the darkness was thick.
She buried her head in her arms and trembled all over. She thought of the little match girl who had matches to keep warm. She also saw her grandmother before she died. She didn't even have matches, only a cold sword.
Eh? She seemed to see light. Was this a last-minute care?
The firelight gradually approached, illuminating a familiar face. It was Yuan Xuanlang again! He might as well not have come.
"Where did you go? Hey, why aren't you talking?" Yuan Xuanlang squatted down and asked.
Lin Yuan suddenly brought her bloody hand closer to Yuan Xuanlang, "Kill someone! You're next."
Yuan Xuanlang took her hand away, looking anxious: "Who did you kill?"
"Liang...uh-huh."
Yuan Xuanlang was even more shocked when he understood. His blood rushed to his head. "How did you do that? You're so impulsive! Do you know how many enemies you've made?"
"Indeed, I only killed his men and took some of his food—but I'm so hungry."
"You...you...ah" Yuan Xuanlang held his forehead helplessly. It was curfew, so where could he buy food?
Finally, the two men sneaked into a house's kitchen, took some snacks, left some money, and ate while walking.
Just as Lin Yuan was about to reach out for the mung bean cake, Yuan Xuanlang grabbed her hand and wiped the blood off it with a handkerchief. "Next time you want to do something like this, you can call your senior brother. Just let him do the killing. Don't get your hands dirty."
Lin Yuan did not answer, but just looked at his hand quietly.
His knuckles were distinct, like bamboo branches carved from white jade, with a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips. Occasionally, when they brushed past Lin Yuan's soft palm, it would cause an itch.
He is so nice to everyone.
But I don't deserve him to be so nice to me.
No, what do you mean by killing someone and calling him!
Why is he always like this?
Lin Yuan suddenly said, "Am I your pet? You have to control everything for me."
Yuan Xuanlang took a step back, "No..."
"Then why do you always forgive my sins?"
His head was buzzing, and his usually bright mind was trying hard to organize the words.
"Because you feel sorry for me?"
"Well, you could say that."
"Hmph," Lin Yuan sneered, "Let me tell you, what I lack the most is pity, and what I hate the most is also pity. Mr. Yuan, don't be so kind to everyone, you will regret it."
"Maybe one day when you know the truth, you will kill me." Lin Yuan left Yuan Xuanlang behind and walked straight into the gate of the orphanage.
A few days later, all the major relief institutions received a large amount of relief money. The person who gave the money was "nameless". The story of the nameless knight's generous and righteous deeds spread among the people, but no one knew whether he was a man or a woman.
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After strolling around, Lin Yuan returned to the wing of the orphanage. Before entering, she carefully checked the silk thread that had been pulled open on the door.
The thread is gone!
Lin Yuan: "Eh? Senior brother hasn't returned my purse yet."
She knocked on the door of Yuan Xuanlang's house next door. The door opened and Yuan Xuanlang looked solemn.
"Shh." He pointed to the roof, reminding Lin Yuan to be quiet.
Lin Yuan's heart tightened, but her voice remained the same: "Brother, do you want to go shopping? Bring me along."
Maybe my senior sister is also being monitored.
So the two of them called Mu Yunxi, who was chatting with Shen Zhaoli, and the four of them walked on the street.
"It's probably the people from Liangjiabao looking for trouble, and they don't dare to act openly." Yuan Xuanlang analyzed in a low voice.
Lin Yuan: "We can't let them follow us all the time."
Mu Yunxi: "Let's do it in the deep forest where there are few people. I'm sorry to bother Senior Brother Shen to accompany us in this mess."
Shen Zhaoli: "No, I am also responsible for this matter."
The four of them calmly turned into the woods, then suddenly turned back together, revealing five dark-faced men.
The arrow is on the string and must be shot.
The two sides faced each other for a few seconds and drew their swords.
The killer has superb martial arts skills and is ruthless, making the fight against him quite difficult.
Yuan Xuanlang used the Lone Star Sword Style to kill one person.
He was not skilled enough, not thorough enough, and had not yet fully comprehended the Lone Star Sword Style, yet he suffered backlash!
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked around. There were still three killers. The battle situation was unclear. Most of them were injured, so it was not advisable to continue fighting.
"Best plan!" He shouted, and the four of them ran away.
Before we even got out of the woods, a Cheng Yaojin appeared in front of us.
Another group of masked men blocked their way.
"Divide the troops into two groups!"
Shen Zhaoli and Mu Yunxi ran to the left, while Yuan Xuanlang and Lin Yuan ran to the right.
The masked man chased to the right, and the black-faced man chased to the right.
"Hand over that girl, and we will spare your life!" the masked man shouted from behind.
"You unlucky bastard! Their target is me."
Yuan Xuan glanced at Lin Yuan, "You want me to give up on you?"
"No, you're good at killing people, don't even think about escaping!"
There was a voice in Lin Yuan’s mind: Go ahead and use him, you ungrateful guy, I will make him regret it!
The two men stopped at the edge of the cliff, because one step forward would be the abyss.
"Hey, can you beat so many people?" Lin Yuan frowned and looked at the dozen people behind him.
"Of course...I can't."
Lin Yuan thought of the novels she had read. She actually encountered such a bloody incident!
"There's no way to escape, just surrender!" The people behind slowly surrounded him.
The two looked at each other, understanding each other, a heavy atmosphere and a strange feeling.
"You jump, I jump..." Lin Yuan was inexplicably excited and made a joke that no one could understand.
Yuan Xuanlang pulled her over and held her in his arms, then jumped off the cliff without hesitation.
Jinghu School:
Yu Luo pushed open the wooden door and saw his master sitting at the table. The sun was setting in the west, and red light shone through the crack in the door onto Pei Sizhou's black clothes.
She shuddered subconsciously. Today was that day.
She carefully closed the door. The room was dark because there was no light. She bowed to the master and said, "Master, the herbs have been collected."
"Um."
"Master, don't you have anything else to ask?" Yu Luo asked tentatively.
"Are you ready?"
"Oh, okay." Yu Luo sat on the bed, brushed up his sleeves, revealing his smooth arms.
Pei Sizhou sat opposite her, he lowered his head, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his inky hair fell on Yu Luo's arm.
Yu Luo's fingers trembled unconsciously. She couldn't see Pei Sizhou's expression. No matter how many times, she would be scared.
Pei Sizhou cut Yu Luo's wrist with an extremely thin blade, and bright red blood oozed out and slid into the glass bottle.
The tearing pain pierced her heart. For no reason, suddenly, she burst into tears, as if the accumulated snowflakes collapsed into an avalanche.
"Why are you crying?" Pei Sizhou asked, still speaking calmly.
"It hurts..." Yu Luo cried.
"Bear it, it was like this in the past, now you cry out in pain?"
Yu Luo closed his mouth and tried to calm his breathing, because he would be killed by you if he was worthless.
After collecting a small bottle of blood, Pei Sizhou bandaged her wound with gentle movements. This was his habit in practicing medicine, Yu Luo reminded himself.
Yu Luo felt her arms numb and tingling, and then as usual she had to drink bitter medicine.
After taking a gulp, her mouth felt bitter. Fortunately, she had prepared some sugar.
"Master, can you stay with Luoluo for a while longer?" Yuluo's heart almost jumped out of his throat.
"Today..." He looked at the night outside the window, "only this once."
Yu Luo was all smiles, and went to cook on her own initiative. Then she warmed the bed for her master and left the seat empty. Everything was so familiar, as if she had returned to a few years ago.
After Pei Sizhou went to bed and his breathing became steady, she carefully rubbed his shoulder, hugged his arm, and fell asleep contentedly.
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