Morbid pet

The scar on Xiao Yan's face was scratched by his family's debt collector when he was ten years old. He has never used any medicine to remove the scar. He just wants to remember the scene of humiliating him at that time and let him live forever. In alertness.

He never wants to experience the scene of being slaughtered again in his life.

He crazily pursues power, is obsessed with martial arts, and has developed a whole body of peerless skills. Killing a person in ten steps is a joke, but he can kill a person in one step.

But he still continues to suffer setbacks in society.

The government won't treat him well.

So does society.

Later, he took a slant and directed and acted such a farce of kidnapping himself. He originally wanted to kidnap a lady from an official family to provoke the government to come forward to coordinate, but his final goal was to actually meet the emperor.

He had met Xie Zhao once in a float parade, and he knew that he and Xie Zhao were the same kind of people.

Because they have been raped by mermaids, every choice they make is to be the one who can control the power.

Unexpectedly, his plan went so smoothly this time. He met the Queen and the Emperor directly at Hanshan Temple, so he changed his plan.

But the bad thing is that he underestimated Changle's position in Xie Zhao's heart and hit a wall.

He stood there helplessly and murmured: "You want to help me remove the scar on my face?"

Xie Zhao hummed lightly, "Why? Don't you want to? You obviously don't want to remove this scar, so why did you use another mask to cover it?"

Xiao Yan smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, it's a deal. The debt between you and the master will be canceled from me. The master had no wife during his lifetime, and I am his only student. I am sorry for taking advantage of the master. But Your Majesty, I want to choose to be a A man of dignity.”

Xie Zhao only responded lightly, then turned and left.

"There may be wars in northern Xinjiang recently. I will send you to be the leader of a small team, lead people to make some contributions, and then return to Chang'an City to see your performance and promotion."

This was simply a broad road leading to Xie Zhao's side, and Xiao Yan accepted it without any thought at all. "yes!"
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"Xiao Yan is dead."

In the court, all the civil and military officials looked at each other in shock. Such a genius died at the foot of Mount Heng. His death was miserable, and what he did was unforgivable.

Xie Zhao just brushed the topic lightly, then lowered his head and took a sip of Longjing, and then said leisurely: "Have you prepared the list of candidates for Northern Xinjiang? Let me take a look at it later. If there are no problems, we will arrange for them to set off early tomorrow morning. ."

He said calmly.

After leaving the court, he went to Lanyue Platform. He missed Changle very much after not seeing him for three days.

Chang Le was leaning on the bed, doing embroidery. When she saw Xie Zhao coming back, she stood up to greet him. The first thing she said was: "How is it? Did Xiao Yan catch him?"

Xie Zhao nodded and shook his head.

In this matter, he didn't want to live forever.

He also swore that he would never be happy again in this life.

Xie Zhao said warmly: "Chu Chu, sit down and I'll talk to you slowly."

Changle's heart skipped a beat, unable to grasp what he meant, "What do you mean?"

Xie Zhao pulled her to sit down, "The person who saved me was Master Xia. He was the best swordsman in the Ming Dynasty. The late emperor also admired him very much. He had a very good personal relationship with my father, so much so that he risked his life in exchange for me." I owe Master Xia my life. But Master Xia has always been alone. Perhaps because he knew what kind of path he was taking, he did not choose anyone to accompany him, and he did not leave any relatives here. "

At this point, Xie Zhao's throat was choked, and he almost finished speaking through clenched teeth, "Five years ago, he gave me a card with the address and surname of his young apprentice on it. The child's surname was Xiao. I Later, I gained some rights and went to Jiangnan to look for the child, but the building was already empty. With a surname, I couldn't find anyone in the black market. But today, I found him."

"I hope you understand my difficulties, Chu Chu."

He rarely expressed his weakness and sadness around Chang Le.

Changle's heart felt as if she had been hit, and she trembled: "So the heinous Xiao Yan is Master Xia's disciple?"

Xie Zhao nodded slightly: "Yes, I asked him to go to Northern Xinjiang to perform meritorious service, even if he has repaid Master Xia's kindness. He will not appear by your side again, I swear. He didn't dare. That day, he didn't want to I wanted to hurt you, but wanted to rely on you to see me, but I found you in Hengshan by mistake."

"Chu Chu, I don't want to deceive you. I let him fake his death. From now on, there will be no more Master Xia's apprentices in the world, but only one Xie Chengen. I gave him this name because I wanted him to remember who gave him his current life. It’s his master, and indirectly it’s me.”

Chang Le shook his head, "Why didn't you bring him back for trial? At least, you asked me before saying it. He killed all the monks in Hantian Temple, so he's not guilty?"

Xie Zhao was speechless and remained silent for a long time.

Chang Le beat his chest frantically, and Xie Zhao stood up straight, like a child who had done something wrong.He has too little softness to offer, but he is also burdened with countless favors and lives, making it difficult to achieve a true balance, so he is also guilty.

Changle cried: "Xie Zhao, he is a prisoner, he is guilty! How can this be mixed with the kindness of an old friend? I believe that if Master Xia were alive, he would know that his only apprentice grew up and became a person who corrupted social order. , I would only wish that I had strangled him back then!"

Chang Le is actually right.

But Xie Zhao stubbornly wanted to pay off all his debts.

He was too impatient, so anxious that he didn't allow himself to make any mistakes.

Changle's cries hit his heart like a thunderstorm, and the soft part was pricked by thousands of silver needles.

The law of safety and security in the world?
Xie Zhao said softly: "He had unique skills and was the inheritor of the first sword of the Ming Dynasty. It would be a pity to die. If he lives and does something wrong, I will not forgive him again. My debt to Master Xia has been paid off .”

Changle hummed and fell into his arms. "Xie Zhao, promise me, the next time you make a choice, you will ask me first. You owe me too, do you understand?"

Xie Zhao hummed fondly and held Chang Le tightly in his broad arms. The faint agarwood lingered on his breath. He asked, "Have you gone to see Wu Xin?"

Changle nodded: "Master has become more and more alienated from me in the past two years. I know that he has been complaining about me. So I went to visit his old man when I had time. He is living a pretty good life in retirement. Fortunately, you didn't give me anything. He is a stumbling block.”

Xie Zhao chuckled and said: "He is your master, how could I trip him up? Isn't that disrespectful to you? Don't say these words in the future. I will take good care of you and the people around you." Man, An Ying's matter is my problem. I tried my best to make up for it. If he still resents me, let him resent me. As long as there is no grudge between him and you."

Changle shook his head: "I know, Azhao, your love for me is too sick and paranoid. Sometimes it's hard for me to tell clearly whether it's you or my own love that has the problem. Maybe we are the same kind of people. Only then can we really move on. Now that I have children, ten years have passed so quickly, and the memories on my fingertips are all scattered."

Xie Zhao: "I know, I love you."

A night of lingering.
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On the second day, after Xie Zhao left Lanyuetai, he began to prepare everything for Northern Xinjiang. He transferred his bodyguards to Northern Xinjiang and secretly contacted several old ministers who had been loyal to him for many years. Only then did he feel relieved.

What awaits him will be the grand ceremony of the three new officials in Northern Xinjiang.

This grand ceremony will be presided over by the emperor himself, with Xie Zhao as the new king, and the major leaders of Northern Xinjiang are watching the ceremony in Chang'an City. Xie Zhao's status has also become special. Although he is a king, he also has a decisive influence in Northern Xinjiang. .

On the day of the banquet, Xiao Yan also attended as Xie Chengen. He was the leader of the soldiers stationed abroad. He had a handsome face and a less obvious scar. It was the effect of the medicine given by Xie Zhao. It was no longer very noticeable. The scars were obvious, but he was still afraid of others prying at him.

I'm not used to it either way.

A strange fragrance floated over, and then, he quietly disappeared into the team.

An Ying whispered, "Let's go!"

Chang Le put on a black hood and hummed, then turned around and plunged into the darkness.

Originally, she was supposed to stand on the ceremonial stage as the mascot of the Ming Dynasty, and together with Xie Zhao, she was supposed to see off the officials and soldiers who were about to go to northern Xinjiang.But she refused to attend and quietly appeared in the audience.

She wanted to confront Xiao Yan face to face to see if he sincerely repented, and he should also be punished.
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Xiao Yan fell into a beautiful nightmare.The source of the nightmare is himself.

Horrifying of himself.

He killed countless people, but when he returned, he was seventeen or eighteen years old, with the starlight of salvation still hidden in his eyes.

But there was no way to hide the darkness in his true eyes.

He followed his master on the border of northern Xinjiang. Master Xia took Xiao Yan all the way to the northwest. They needed to cross the desert and snowfields.

Xiao Yan's leg was broken, and Master Xia's leg was broken.

Xiao Yan felt very guilty when he saw Master Xia carrying him on the road. He kept apologizing to Master Xia.

Master Xia said with a smile: "My leg fell when I was chased by a pack of wolves and couldn't run. I don't blame you. I'm used to it now anyway, but you..."

He touched Xiao Yan's head and said, "If you feel sorry for yourself, just practice martial arts hard."

Xiao Yan's eyes lit up. "Don't worry, Master. I will definitely practice harder and try to catch up with Master."

Master Xia smiled happily, "You don't have to force yourself, just let nature take its course. You are already very powerful now, A Yan, remember what the master once taught you, the sword in your hand should protect the weak, not the weak." At least there will be massacres and unnecessary killings. If that day comes, I hope you will turn around and come back to safety."

Xiao Yan hummed, suddenly thought of something, and whispered: "Master, do you know everything?" A glimmer of gloom flashed in his handsome eyes.

Master Xia was the only person who had ever given him warmth, and he felt sorry for him.

Master Xia looked back at him, as if he were looking at him five years later through the skin of his seventeen or eighteen years old. The sadness in his eyes was so rich that it made Xiao Yan feel uncomfortable.

Master Xia said: "I had a dream for my master. You later killed many people, your hands were covered with blood, and you used the sword skills I gave you to kill those people I asked you to protect. You hate me ?"

Master Xia suddenly asked this question without any clue?
Xiao Yan shook his head, "I don't hate you. How can I deserve to hate you? You are the person who treats me the best in this world. Xiao Yan only has you."

Master Xia suddenly became violent, pulled out the saber hanging from Xiao Yan's waist, and said coldly: "Nizi! Look at what you have done!"

The world suddenly turned around.

Those northern deserts and dazzling sun were changed.

Instead, there was a scene like purgatory on earth. He saw many people he had killed, their corpses lying crookedly in a pool of blood. And five years later, he was wearing a brocaded purple robe with a terrifying look on his face. A silver full-covered mask, the sword blade in his hand was dripping with blood, and he laughed arrogantly.

The silver-faced young man in purple robe said coldly: "Master, my good master, you said that I am the smartest child in the world. I have already guessed that I am a devil. I want to destroy the whole world and let it become me." slave."

Master Xia was so angry that he slapped him away.

Xiao Yan's cheeks were swollen, and a smear of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.He covered his face and slowly raised his head to stare at Master Xia, his eyes cold and vicious.The mask was torn off by himself and fell to the ground with an icy crunching sound!
Master Xia trembled all over and roared: "Xiao Yan, you are crazy!"

Xiao Yan sneered, "I've gone crazy a long time ago, do you think I'm willing to stay in such a dirty place? I would rather not have such a life."

Master Xia took a deep breath: "You want to rebel?"

Xiao Yan said coldly: "Yes. I want to rebel, I want to kill you, and I want to become the king of the Ming Dynasty." After he finished speaking, he rushed towards Master Xia quickly.

Master Xia dodged, but because of his age, his speed was much slower than before. After all, he couldn't resist his attack, and his chest was pierced by a sharp weapon.

Blood spurted out, and he staggered to his knees and sat on the ground, breathing hard.

Xiao Yan knelt down and stared at him condescendingly, "Master, why do you want to stop me? Why don't you let me kill people?"

Master Xia said weakly: "If you want to kill someone, you can kill me first."

The screen began to crumble gradually.

The world is like a huge piece of glass, which begins to decline piece by piece, revealing devastation. There is no light in the dark sky, not even the moon.

The two Xiao Yans stood there, with Master Xia's body in front of them.

The young man in purple robe handed the silver sword in his hand to the young man, and the young man took the silver sword with trembling hands. He stood there helplessly, accusing him, "You killed the master!"

The young man in purple robe sneered, stretched out his hand and gestured to his neck, which is where the Adam's apple is. He always likes to wipe his neck when killing people. It is clean and neat, and it can minimize the blood on his hands, so why not do it.

"Kill me to prove your own truth."

The young man in purple robe said this, the corners of his lips were curved, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter, rather than a life-threatening matter.

"I kill you!"

The young man picked up the silver sword in his hand, and stabbed the purple-robed young man in the heart. It wasn't a simple and rough way of dying like wiping his neck, but he firmly pressed the silver sword against his heart, and then violently , turned the sword in his hand around, and made a big hole in the chest of the purple-robed youth. The position of the heart inside had already been smashed to pieces.

The purple-robed young man's lips were still smiling, and then he fell to the ground slumped.

The sky suddenly began to rain heavily.

Then two hooded figures appeared in the heavy rain, one tall and the other short and delicate.

The young man's hands were covered with blood. On one side was his future self, and on the other was the master he had killed with his own hands. He was going crazy, and there was a thunderstorm.

Just listen to the woman say softly: "This environment is quite realistic, there is no sky but it can rain heavily, tsk tsk tsk, this thing is good."

The tall man replied: "What you made has never failed?"

When I got closer, I saw that the woman was none other than Changle, and the tall man did not look like a Central Plains person. His features were deep and handsome, and his eyes were amber, very good-looking.

Xiao Yan's bloody hands didn't have any weapons, and he was already on the verge of emotional collapse.

The spice in him was Chang Le's exclusive secret recipe. Chang Le had never told Xie Zhao that he had such a murderous and heartbreaking weapon. It was not that he didn't believe it, but there was no way for Xie Zhao to accept such a dark self.

She can't.

She has her own pride.

The pride all over his body is causing trouble.

Today, it was the first time that I entered the same dreamland with the help of spices. It was also because of An Ying's presence that I could enter smoothly.

Changle pulled out a sword from the dead young man's body. The silver-white blade had fragments of internal organs on it, and the red and white stains were wet and stuck to the blade. Even the heavy rain could not wash them away.

Although Chang Le is shorter than he looked when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, his eyes are always gentle when he looks at people, even so firm that he feels condescending.

Xiao Yan had an instinctive sense of danger. Although he could clearly see that the woman in front of him could not hold the sword correctly, he was still afraid.He has nothing, even his soul has been killed.

Changle threw the silver sword in his hand to him.