Half-sleep and half-awake, Murphy felt like he was floating in the void, surrounded by gray and terrifyingly quiet, and he couldn't even hear his own breathing or heartbeat. This sense of weightlessness that is unattached is bewildering...

Murphy opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar place in front of her absentmindedly, until she found a looming black mist not far from the bed, and she slowly regained her consciousness.

Murphy first looked at the saber on the pillow, then sat up and whispered, "Zhan Yi?"

The black fog didn't seem to hear it, and just floated there quietly.

Zhan Yi's situation is not quite right. The resentment that he could clearly feel in the past has now faded, but Murphy is not happy. Zhan Yi, who has no resentment, seems to disappear at any time. Too heart-to-heart" is probably used to describe the state of mind of this ghostly ghost at this time.

"Zhan Yi, what's wrong with you?" Murphy asked again. Last time, Zhan Yi's reaction after he used the hand of his guard to assassinate King Qing was completely different from the one he had wished for. Instead, he was as shocked as if he had discovered some unbelievable secret.

[Nothing...] Zhan Yi's voice finally came, [I just feel very tired. 】

"That day... in the palace that day, what happened to you?"

Zhan Yi was silent for a while before answering: [I want to apologize to you first, because my revenge has caused so much trouble. 】

"There's no need to mention these." Mo Fei said worriedly, "What's important is what happened to you?" Zhan Yi's soul body flickered, and the color faded a little every once in a while. This situation made people feel uneasy. .

Zhan Yi said: [I have been waiting for hundreds of years to completely cut off Jiu Rong's blood. But when I stabbed the man with the knife, I saw the "Wings of Fifty Cruel" on the back of his neck. 】

"'Wings of a Thousand Tons'?"

[Qianjun is the patron saint of my Qin family. Every generation of Qin family successors will have a birthmark in the shape of a wing on the back of their neck, which is the "Wing of Qianjun". Before the Qin clan annihilated the clan, besides me, there was my sister Zhan Li who possessed the wings. 】

"You mean..." Murphy looked shocked.

[Yes, haha, that King Qing is not only the descendant of Jiu Rong, but also the descendant of my sister. it is ridiculous! My sister actually gave birth to a child for Jiu Rong! She gave birth to a child for a shameless person who wiped out my entire clan! 】

It turned out that this was the case. Mo Fei thought for a while and said, "Zhan Yi, have you ever thought about how the Qiurong bloodline that bears the curse of the Qin family can continue to this day without being cut off?"

【It is injustice! 】

"No." Mo Fei shook his head and said, "The curse of the Qin family almost cut off Jiu Rong's bloodline, but his descendants are still inherited to this day. , that King Qing is actually your sister's descendant, and Shi only realized that your sister Zhan Li has been guarding them all the time."

【Guard them? Why does Zhan Li protect the son of the enemy! 】Zhan Yi's voice was extremely angry.

Mo Fei's eyes loomed with sadness, and said softly: "She is not guarding the son of the enemy, but the only bloodline of the Qin family."

The only bloodline of the Qin family! These words knocked into Zhan Yi's soul like a bell, causing him to churn almost instantly.

Yes, the Qin family was wiped out, and there was no one from the Qin family in the world, but in desperation, he saw the "Wings of the Thousand Crusade", which is the belief of the Qin family.

Thousands of miles are immortal, and the Qin family is inexhaustible.

It turned out that when he was thinking about how to take revenge all the time, his sister had created hope for the Qin family, the only hope in a desperate situation.

[Sister...Sister...] Back then, in what state of mind did she commit herself to the enemy, and what kind of perseverance did it take? As a brother, what did he do?

Murphy sighed softly.

"The wind comes to sparse the bamboo, the wild goose crosses the cold pond. When things come, the heart begins to appear. When things go, the heart goes. Zhan Yi, you can let go of your hatred."

[Hundreds of years of hatred, finally with the wind... I, it's time to put it down...] Zhan Yi's voice was lonely and sad.

The black mist is gradually thinning, and it seems that it is about to melt away.

Mo Fei was shocked, this is not the empty space after the escape, but it is like... as if the soul is going to be dissipated.

Although she didn't know where the souls of people in this world would go after they died, they would turn into wind or fog, but they definitely didn't completely dissipate.

"Zhan Yi, don't!" Mo Fei said eagerly, "Have you confirmed that the knife you stabbed King Qing won't kill him?"

The black mist suddenly stopped fading, and it was faint and translucent.

"Zhan Yi, you don't want that person to die just like that, do you? That's the only bloodline your sister has left behind for her humiliation."

【...Stay, what else can you do? 】

"At least you can watch him pass on the blood of the Qin family. The curse of the Qin family will gradually disappear, and the Wings of Fifty Tons will continue to be accompanied by Zhan Li's protection. Don't you want to see it with your own eyes?"

Zhan Yi fell silent, and the light mist in the air slowly stabilized and condensed again.

Murphy sighed in relief.

[Fu Tu, recite the Heart Sutra for me a few times! 】

Murphy nodded, watching Zhan Yi's hybrid return to the saber.

She lay down on her back, placed her hands on her stomach, and slowly recited, "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when he practiced deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were all empty and all sufferings..."

As she chanted, the jade talisman on her neck emitted a faint light, slowly washing her body and mind, and her feet were also caressed, but Murphy didn't notice it.

After reciting it several times, Murphy couldn't sleep either. She got up and put on her coat and got out of bed. After walking a few steps, she realized that her feet didn't hurt much.

strangeness! Thankfully, she was prepared to grin, only to feel a slight tingling. Could that bottle of wound medicine really have such a miraculous effect? It will heal in just a few hours?

Shaking his head, forget it, it's always a good thing not to hurt, at least it will be more convenient to take a shower later.

Murphy walked out of the door to stop a maid and told her to prepare a bucket of hot water and bring some food over later.

These were easy to handle, she remembered that Wu Yue had said that she would sleep with her tonight, and that was a headache.

After taking a shower and having dinner, it was time for Xu, but Murphy was not at all sleepy. She asked people to fetch a few brief books and read them at night by lighting the lamp.

Fang Chen has collected a variety of books. Although the text is difficult and ancient, the content is really interesting.

Murphy was immersed in the pleasure of reading, and time passed without knowing it.

Wu Yue walked in quietly, and saw Mo Fei leaning on the desk, holding a bamboo slip in one hand and propping his forehead in the other, with a very focused expression. Probably because she was out of danger, she was casual and comfortable, even a little lazy.

Wu Yue stopped not far away and watched silently for a long time, until Murphy changed his sitting position due to the stiffness of his body, and then he called out, "Fu Tu."

Murphy raised his head with a stunned expression on his face, as if he had not returned to reality from the world in the book.

"Master." Seeing that it was Wu Yue, she finally regained her senses. She put down the bamboo slip and was about to salute. Wu Yue took a few steps to grab her and said, "No need to be more polite, be careful about your foot injury."

"Thank you, lord, for your concern. After resting for a long time, there is no serious problem."

Wu Yue thought this was just Murphy's reassuring words, and he didn't care, just said: "It's getting late, Futu should rest early."

Mo Fei then remembered that Wu Yue was going to share the bed with her, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Although there was no expression on his face, his body was already tense.

Wu Yue sat beside her casually, looked out the window and said, "Fu Tu, after being tied up, were you ever afraid?"

Murphy turned to look at Wu Yue's profile, there was no special emotion on the resolute face, but such a question did not seem to be Wu Yue's style.

She replied: "I'm afraid of being unintentional, I can only act by chance."

"Then, if no one comes to save you, will you stay in Qing Kingdom with peace of mind?"

"My lord," Mo Fei said cautiously, "Fu Tu will not be a second-in-command. No matter how difficult and dangerous the future is, Fu Tu will find a way to return to the country of Suo."

In fact, this may also be her fledgling mentality. Once she has identified a certain place or a certain person, she will not give up easily.

The corner of Wu Yue's mouth showed a smile, and his eyes looking at Murphy were extremely soft.

"This king is also, no matter how difficult it is, this king will bring you back to the country of Suo."

Murphy looked away and said, "The lord should not take risks for a subordinate. If Dipo had not had the men and horses that the lord had already arranged, then this trip would have been extremely dangerous. As the king of the state, how could the lord put himself in danger? ?"

"This king understands that there will be no second time, this king will firmly guard you by his side."

Mo Fei's heart trembled slightly, and he looked up at him, and there was an indescribable depth in those falcon-like eyes. Was this man asking to share the bed with her because he was afraid that she would be kidnapped again?

Murphy retracted his gaze and replied softly, "Thank you, my lord."

Wu Yue lowered his eyes, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, wondering what he was expecting?

Forget it, Japan has a long way to go. One day, Futu will completely give his heart to him.

"It's night, rest." With that, Wu Yue was about to reach out and hug him.

Mo Fei hurriedly stood up and pushed back: "It's okay, I don't dare to trouble the lord again."

Wu Yue ignored his refusal, dragged him into his arms and took a few big strides back to the room.

Murphy opened his mouth several times, but finally gave up. Instead of struggling to waste time, it is better to let him complete the process as soon as possible.

There are no lights in the room, only the light that passes through the screen to see things.

Murphy sat on the bed and watched Wu Yue undress. She knew that Wu Yue's identity was still a secret in Fang's mansion. She usually called herself Fang Chen's martial artist, and kept things simple. Compared with the group of servants who used to be in the state of Soo, the treatment is much worse.

Uh, what is she doing with all this useless stuff now?

"Are you going to sleep with your coat on?" Wu Yue got on the couch in a single coat, and when he saw Murphy still didn't move, he couldn't help asking.

"No." Murphy sat up on his knees and slowly loosened his robe. Fortunately, the weather was cold and his clothes were thick. It would not be strange to wear two layers of jackets when sleeping.

Wu Yue stared at the floating map with his back facing him undressed. He could touch him as long as he stretched out his hand, but he didn't dare to move.

"Master, rest in peace!" Murphy folded his robe and placed it beside the pillow, then took a quilt from the bed and spread it on Wu Yue.

For this, she specially asked people to prepare an extra quilt. It's not that she hasn't slept with male friends. In the past, during archaeology in the wild, many people would slept in the same tent. At that time, there was no distinction between men and women, so she didn't have so many twisted emotions.

If she just sleeps, she doesn't need to care, but she is afraid that Wu Yue will suddenly become animalistic...

"Why do you need two quilts?" Wu Yue was slightly dissatisfied.

Mo Fei stretched out his hand and gestured at Wu Yue's figure, and said, "My lord, you are tall and strong, and a quilt may not be enough for two people. If it's freezing cold today, if you don't tighten it, you will easily catch a cold."

Wu Yue wanted to say that he didn't have to worry about catching a cold when sleeping in his arms, and finally thought of Fu Tu's resistance, so he had to keep silent with a cold face.

The two of them were lying flat on their backs, each holding a quilt, staring at the top, without any sleepiness.

Mo Fei's gentle and elegant aura made Wu Yue's heart flutter.

Wu Yue's presence too strong to ignore also made Murphy nervous.

"Fotu..."

"My lord..."

The two spoke at the same time, and then closed at the same time.

Murphy resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said, "My lord, you speak first."

"Cough, it's been a long night, and I can't sleep. Futu might as well tell this king a story!" Futu is good at using small stories to metaphorize big truths.

"Here." Murphy breathed a sigh of relief, she was about to propose this just now.

"It is said that there was a small country a long time ago..."

Murphy's voice slowly resounded in the quiet and dim room, and as the story unfolded, the embarrassment that permeated between the two gradually disappeared.

Until the night fell, Murphy's voice gradually died down, and the two sleepy people fell asleep one after another...

In the early morning of the next day, Fang Chen was full of energy and went to wake up Murphy. As soon as he walked to the door, he saw a maid was about to push the door in. He hurriedly asked, "Has Futu woke up?"

The maid saluted: "No, the little slave is going to call him."

"You go to fetch water, and I'll call him!"

The maid responded and stepped back.

Fang Chen gently opened the door, and tiptoed into the room, ready to scare Murphy.

Who knew that just as he approached the bed, he was startled. Not only was there Murphy on the bed, but there was even his father Wu Yue. The quilt that was originally covering Wu Yue was half hanging on the ground, but he himself got into Murphy's quilt, holding him tightly in his arms, their foreheads were touching, their breaths blended together, and they looked both harmonious and ambiguous. ...

Fang Chen covered his mouth and stepped back with a gentler movement.

Father and Futu, what the hell is going on...