Shading the sky: starting from the ruthless emperor

Chapter 15 The old rules

Yang Wuzheng and Yan Wushuang were silent when they heard the words.

His eyes were a bit complicated, and he looked at the girl in front of him with a hint of distress.

Although the words were indifferent and cold, how could they not understand after half a month of getting along.

If she really didn't care, she wouldn't be so indifferent and cold.

It was the protective shell for the girl in front of her to hide everything.

Just like she once said coldly and indifferently, the people who wanted to see her smile were gone.

The colder and indifferent he is, the more he cares in his heart.

She was just using coldness and indifference to numb her heart.

If she really didn't care, how could she strike so fiercely and decisively.

How could it be possible to ignore his own injuries and want to get closer to those villagers with a smile.

That's her way of showing kindness.

They have seen too many people come out of the mountain village, and it is very powerful to control the power.

There are even quite a few people who double vent the bullying they have received in the past to prove their identity and status.

And the girl in front of her is obviously a waste body, and she has suffered so much to have this strength.

But from her every move, they could feel that she wanted to protect all the thoughts they cared about.

That kind of obsession and stubbornness has created all this.

Turn such a beautiful and weak girl into cold, strong, and ruthless.

But still has the original intention, with an instinctive goodwill towards the world.

But now, this kindness is greeted with fear.

"You shouldn't have said that!"

"What she needs is care, not blows!"

Yan Wushuang sent a voice transmission, glanced at Yang Wuzheng angrily, then turned to look at the girl who turned to leave, and said quickly: "Wait a minute."

Afterwards, he came to Li Qingyue in three steps at a time.

Flipping the palm of his hand, a white brocade handkerchief appeared in his hand, slowly reaching towards Li Qingyue's blood-stained face.

"No, I'll do it myself..."

Feeling the oncoming brocade handkerchief, Li Qingyue opened her mouth quickly, subconsciously backing away.

"do not move!"

When Yan Wushuang spoke, her voice was domineering and tough, which made Li Qingyue's body tremble slightly, and she froze on the spot.

Even more subconsciously, he raised his head and looked at Yan Wushuang.

She was a bit short, even if she raised her head, she had just reached the height of Yan Wushuang's chin.

Only a trace of Yan Wushuang's expression could be seen.

Serious and serious, with a touch of distress.

With this expression, the figure of her brother appeared in her mind instantly.

She often gets herself dirty to hide her looks and femininity.

But my brother would always domineeringly help her clean.

Don't let her resist.

That look is also so serious.

Like a precious treasure wiped.

And she always stubbornly put herself back to her original state after her brother left.

Let my brother be extremely helpless.

But he couldn't bear to scold her, he just tried to make her happy, and wanted to hear her call brother.

Want to see her smile.

However, she is stubborn, and she has never spoken a word, nor smiled in the past eight years.

And his elder brother never gave up on her, for eight years like a day.

Even if it is death, there is still an obsession left behind, hidden in the grimace mask, to meet himself.

Thinking of this, Li Qingyue felt a sudden pain in her heart.

The pure white handkerchief was on her face, gently caressed, and the blood color was infiltrated a little bit, like a blood-colored plum blossom.

"elder brother……"

Li Qingyue's heart trembled slightly, she lowered her eyes slowly, no longer resisting.

The Yan Wushuang in front of him was actually somewhat similar to his brother.

Maybe it's because his elder brother, like Yan Wushuang, is a sacrament.

This feeling unexpectedly made her miss it.

I miss that brother who is sometimes tough and domineering, and sometimes teases me like a child.

But the moment Li Qingyue looked down, from the corner of her eye, she saw Yang Wuzheng behind Yan Wushuang.

He also held a brocade handkerchief in his hand, and looked straight at himself.

Unconsciously pinching the fingers, he grasped the brocade handkerchief into the palm of his hand little by little, with unusual force until there was nothing left.

Then he smiled as if nothing had happened, calm and indifferent, uncontested with the world.

But his eyes were still staring straight at himself and the brocade handkerchief on his face.

"them……"

Li Qingyue's heart beat wildly, and she reacted instantly.

They are not their elder brothers, they are fundamentally different from their elder brothers.

Her brother has been taking care of her for eight years since she was six years old, and they have only known each other for less than a month.

They have no reason to be so nice to her, unless...

"I... obviously didn't do anything!"

Just as Li Qingyue thought of this, Yan Wushuang's voice suddenly came from above her head: "Hand!"

Li Qingyue's arms trembled, she raised her eyes and said, "I'll do it myself!"

There was a hint of stubbornness in the tone.

After saying that, he turned around directly, but the next moment his arm was grabbed by a fiery palm.

Yan Wushuang's voice came again, with a trace of compromise: "Okay, you do it yourself."

"But put this on!"

As he spoke, a porcelain bottle appeared in his palm.

"This is a wound medicine, apply it externally!"

"By the way, Lao Yang, take out another set of clothes!"

Saying that, Yan Wushuang turned to look at Yang Wuzheng. He was tall and his clothes didn't suit Li Qingyue.

On the contrary, Yang Wuzheng's figure is somewhat suitable. Although the clothes are still long, they are much more suitable than his figure which is close to 1.9 meters.

Li Qingyue also looked over.

It's just that she and Yan Wushuang paid attention to something different. What Yan Wushuang looked at was Yang Wuzheng's peaceful expression.

But Li Qingyue saw the same porcelain vase in Yang Wuzheng's palm, flashed by and disappeared in an instant.

At that speed, she almost thought it was an illusion.

Then came a set of moon-white gowns, which were neatly folded and appeared on the palm of his hand.

"I... really didn't do anything!"

Seeing such a scene, Li Qingyue's heart skipped a beat.

They had only known each other for half a month, and she could feel the kindness of the two of them.

Just keep it silently in my heart, and pay back slowly in the future.

Along the way, she was extremely quiet, except for eating more, she hardly caused the two of them any trouble.

But never thought that such a scene would happen.

"No! We... should be regarded as friends and companions, right?"

"It's normal for friends to care about each other."

"It's me who thinks too much!"

"I can't be sentimental, I'm just a mortal."

"Maybe...they're just good people?"

Li Qingyue muttered in her heart, watching Yan Wushuang take the clothes from Yang Wuzheng and put them in her hands.

He quickly turned around and left, walking towards the forest.

She is still a little flustered at the moment.

She just wants to learn some scriptures and knowledge of practice from the two, and seize every opportunity to strengthen herself.

Never thought of anything else.

Watching Li Qingyue disappear into the forest, Yan Wushuang turned to look at Yang Wuzheng, and said, "You shouldn't have said that."

Yang Wuzheng's calm and indifferent expression moved slightly, and he subconsciously said: "She is very strong! Stronger than you imagine."

After saying that, Yang Wuzheng finally came to his senses, a little dazed.

Normally, he seldom argues with others, especially his brothers and sisters from his sect.

"No matter how strong she is, she is still a young girl. What she needs is care and protection, not being hit!"

Yan Wushuang didn't notice Yang Wuzheng's strangeness, and continued to speak.

Yang Wuzheng remained silent, recalling the contact of the past half month in his mind.

As an innate Dao body, a body close to the Dao, he has a deep feeling for natural changes.

Because of this, his mind is extremely sharp, and he can feel everything about Li Qingyue.

Strong and stubborn, with good intentions, but extremely vigilant and sensitive.

His temperament is cold, calm, and he doesn't like to talk. Along the way, he is sensible and makes people feel distressed.

Now he saw the other side of that girl again, facing her enemies, she was ruthless and ruthless, with a clear distinction between love and hatred.

Nothing is wasted on food.

Only when he was eating, could he see the occasional smile and satisfaction on the girl's face.

That's the obsession with becoming stronger, above and beyond.

"No!"

Yang Wuzheng opened his mouth to refute, with a surprisingly serious expression, and calmly said: "She doesn't need these, what she needs is not these!"

Junior brother Yan Wushuang in front of him didn't know that girl at all.

On the contrary, it was the girl's quietness, weakness and beauty that aroused Yan Wushuang's protective desire as a man.

Yan Wushuang only realized Yang Wuzheng's strangeness at this moment.

Normally, the Yang Wuzheng in front of him seldom argues with others, even if he disagrees with some trivial matters, he just laughs them off.

But now, he actually started to refute, and so seriously.

It was a long time ago when the two of them disagreed with each other.

Yan Wushuang was slightly taken aback, as if thinking of something, said with a hearty smile: "It seems that I can't convince you this time."

"But I don't agree with your approach."

"Old rules?"

The scene where the girl's face was wiped just now came to mind, Yang Wuzheng lightly clenched his fist and looked up at Yan Wushuang.

He suddenly wanted to beat this guy up.

"Okay, old rules!"

ps: Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket for a reward.

Otherwise, Yueyue will really come to you with a dagger (fierce jpg)

(End of this chapter)