always a fairy

Chapter 64: Ten Years of Luck in Longquan Well, Once He Gains Power!

When a person is in a desperate situation, he will know how to live.

Even if the evidence of Lingyin Temple falls into the hands of Zaizhi, it may still be revived for profit and power, but if it falls into the hands of the embroiderer, everyone may end up dead.

Bai Yujing was not satisfied, what he wanted was chickens and eggs from Lingyin Temple, what he wanted was that all these people pay the price, what he wanted was that the boy and woman's wronged souls could be rested in peace, what he wanted was that these people who disregarded the lives of the common people paid their lives!

Because he is the people.

If he does not make decisions for himself, who can come and make decisions for him?
The lives of people in Jiuhua Village are still vivid in his mind. On the way to save Jiuhua Village, he is on the way to tear apart Shaoyang's evil and hypocrisy.

Even this time, he might really encounter the greatest danger.

But he still does not hesitate.

When Yin Hong rushed over, Bai Yujing had already made all the preparations. The moment Jinghong pulled out the sheath, the knife used by Dali Temple was chopped into two pieces like a piece of thin paper.

Yin Hong didn't give up, she knew she had to kill Bai Yujing, only by killing him could she survive.

Bai Yujing jumped out of the pavilion and went straight to the ninth floor.

Yin Hong led a group of guards and followed without hesitation.

Feng Kaiyuan panicked: "Wuxian! Hurry up and chase after him!"

Wuxian responded, leading Huicai and Huimian to chase after him.

Seeing a few people leaving, Feng Kaiyuan immediately followed up to the upper floors. He knew in his heart that no matter whether Chen Linchuan and Chu Xiuran were alive or dead, there would be no trouble after all. Killed him!
Clutching the dagger, he immediately followed.

He must find an opportunity to finish him.

At this point he no longer trusts anyone but himself.

Seeing several people leave.

Master Hui Bing finally retreated after one move, clasped his hands together and said, "Female benefactor, I don't think there is any need to hit again."

Xia Wanning naturally understood what Hui Bing meant, and said unforgivingly: "Smelly monk, I didn't expect that kid to be a red-clothed emissary, right? Your crimes have been known by Tianxia Pavilion now, and you want to kill them all? I won't forgive you."

Hui Bing was in a state of confusion at this moment, and said in a low voice: "The benefactor is still thinking about how to escape. Since the red-clothed emissary can enter the Great Compassion Building, there are naturally reinforcements on the way. If the purple-clothed emissary arrives, the benefactor's life may also be spared." No more."

Xia Wanning snorted coldly and said, "I won't go. Not only will I not go, but I will go up and have a look. The most respected embroidered envoy in the world, how should I choose in this important matter that concerns the world?" .”

She glanced at Chen Linchuan and Chu Xiuran on the ground, smiled coldly, and walked out immediately.

At this time, Chu Xiuran met her eyes for only a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly stood up and chased her out.

Only Hui Bing and Chen Linchuan were left in the room.

Chen Linchuan stared at Master Hui Bing, stooped and crawled over, grabbed the master's clothes and said, "Where is Yue'e...Where is Yue'e? Master! Master...Where is Yue'e?"

Master Hui Bing lowered his head, his eyes were foggy, and said in a trembling voice: "This benefactor, poor monk... I don't know."

Chen Linchuan shook his head and said: "Impossible...Impossible...Master, please Master, Yue'e passed away in the middle of last month, now...where should I be now...Please tell me, please Grandmaster……"

Master Hui Bing said: "Last month... Benefactor Chen, you can go to her grave and have a look. If the other shore flower has bloomed, then she should no longer be in the grave. If it hasn't bloomed, you can wait and see." Then... my junior brother Huifan will go to get it, if you see him, please hand over this thing to him, tell him that the big thing is over, there is no need to dig the grave, just leave."

Chen Linchuan took a silver blade handed by Master Hui Bing, and was startled for a moment. Thinking that Yue'e was about to be dug up, he felt bad, and immediately ran down the stairs.

Master Hui Bing looked at Chen Linchuan who was going away, shook his head and sighed: "The matter has come to this point, if one can be saved, it should be one."

……

Chu Xiuran was almost crazy and pushed open the doors of Lingyin Temple.

Every door is like hell, every time it refreshes the highest point of Chu Xiuran's psychological endurance.

He vomited countless times, and his whole body was covered with blood. This second-generation ancestor, who is usually clean and spotless, no longer has any thoughts at this moment, and even when he stepped into the seventh floor, he has no ability to support him. go down.

He lay on the ground, dragging himself forward with his elbows.

The only belief in his heart that could support him was actually a corpse.

Shi Qiang's body.

Crawling on one bed after another, he saw one woman after another.

They all died on their happiest day, with smiles on their faces. Their deaths were unknown and pitiful.

Every time he saw a person, Chu Xiuran's heart seemed to be cut by a knife, and pieces of flesh fell from his body.

Finally, he stopped beside a corpse.

Everything loses its color at this moment.

The wind blew again at some point.

He froze.

The whole body stood motionless beside the wooden bed.

Like a statue, a statue without expression.

He saw what he most wanted to see, but also the scene he least wanted to see.

Shi Qiang was lying in front of her, so calm and safe.

But her body was covered with fruits, black fruits, which he once drank in his stomach.

He vomited.

What was spit out was blood.

The blood is mixed with remorse, pain, grievance, and timidity.

Scared.

All the fear in my heart burst out at this moment.

He frantically slapped himself on the face, and cursed loudly: "Bastard! Chu Xiuran, you are a bastard! You are not even as good as a beast! Useless, useless, you are a wild dog, bastard!"

He suddenly laughed again, with tears in his smile, mixed with blood.

"Qiang'er, Qiang'er, wake up, brother Xiuran is here...Qiang'er."

He hugged Shi Qiang's corpse, his powerless body made him fall to the ground, and the corpse also rolled on the ground.

He lay on the corpse, stroking the most familiar and cutest face in pain, as if she could still open her eyes to see him, as if she could still talk and call him.

He grabbed the cold and stiff arm and put it on his face, feeling the cold temperature.

"Are you afraid? Qiang'er...you must be very scared...right? Does it hurt...when I kill you...do you hurt...I'm afraid of pain...I'm afraid of pain and you must be afraid of pain It's... right..."

Shi Qiang's hair fell off from the top of her head and scattered all over the floor.

Chu Xiuran didn't take it seriously, and hugged her stiff corpse tightly.

"If you have a little sense now, you should see clearly that there is a mask on her face!"

A cold voice sounded.

But Chu Xiuran couldn't hear it at all.

He was still crying and twitching.

Suddenly, a figure of Qianhong appeared in front of him, and then a violent slap slapped him across the face.

Clap clap clap!

When the countless slaps stopped, Chu Xiuran regained consciousness briefly.

He wiped the corners of his mouth, his eyes were a little cloudy, but he still saw Xia Wanning clearly in front of him, and said in a daze: "Give it back to me...Give me back Shi Qiang..."

"What do I give you back!"

Xia Wanning slapped him in the face again, knocking out one of his teeth, then grabbed the boneless boy, picked up his collar and cursed: "What are you doing! Tell me ,What are you doing!"

Chu Xiuran shook his head, his eyes were filled with tears, he couldn't see clearly, but he still looked at the corpse on the ground, "She's gone...she's dead...she was killed..."

Xia Wanning also cried, her eyes were foggy, "You shouldn't take revenge! You shouldn't take revenge for her death! Why are you crying here!"

Chu Xiuran shook his head crazily, "No...no one can shake all this, everything is preordained, no one can change...everything will disappear, Lingyin Temple will not fall, the princess will not fall... In this world...I can't change anything...I'm afraid..."

"Chu Xiuran!"

Xia Wanning wished to tear him apart right now, tears were floating in the air, turning into rain of flowers all over the sky, and said angrily: "Do you remember what you told me back then? When you returned to Yuhang County, how did you talk to me?" Guaranteed! When you were in Wanhua Lake, how did you speak boldly to me?"

"Wanhua...Huhai...I..." Chu Xiuran's eyes moved, staring at Xia Wanning, "I..."

"You said that you were dressed in rags, and you looked like a king. You didn't have enough food, and you were not a thing in the pool. Have you forgotten!"

Those words were like a flame, igniting the dim candle in the young man's heart.

Who hasn't been high-spirited?

Who hasn't used rhetoric?

Xia Wanning grabbed his forehead and pressed it firmly in front of her. Their noses touched and their eyes were close at hand.

those eyes...

so familiar...

"Have you forgotten! You said that after crossing this mountain, there is the sea! But now? You want to give up halfway?"

She threw Chu Xiuran to the ground, "Look at you now, it's as if your bones have been taken away, like a puddle of mud! You're so weak that you can't even lift your head up!"

"Have you forgotten the oath you made in front of me back then? This Shaoyang is so dark, you will become the first rank in the dynasty! You have to bring the expectations of your family and my love for you to become the king and worship the minister , to repel Dajin and return my rivers and mountains."

She knelt on the ground and grabbed Chu Xiuran's shoulder.

"Ten years... ten years of luck in the dragon's well, and once you get to the top! Have you forgotten! You are too fragile...you are not at all...you are not the person I want at all...you are not my brother Xiuran .”

Chu Xiuran suddenly stopped trembling.

He looked at the leaving figure and lowered his head.

In front of him was a pool of blood.

His face was reflected in the blood.

That face was supposed to be proud, high-spirited, high-spirited to enter the official career, and Lin'an Hua's face was supposed to be the best.

Now it looks like a complete loser.

He took out the pouch that the old man in his cuff gave him.

Inside, there was a fire.

fire?
A cold look appeared on Chu Xiuran's face.

(End of this chapter)