He reached for a bottle of wine and drank it.

Drink the strongest wine and wear the hottest red clothes, so that you will not be cold when you sink into the deepest darkness.

To live in a drunken life and to die in a dream, or to stay awake and absurd for a lifetime.

want……

The lights of the submarine lounge suddenly turned on, and the two light tracks split the darkness. The moment the bottom of the sea was lit up, he was pressed into his arms.

"You come and save me."

Chapter 54

Qiu Bodeng trembled slightly.

Every inch of the skin is as white as ice, and it is also as cold as ice, as if endless cold air splashes out from the joints, but the blood boils like magma, and the bones become a frame that is twisted and straightened, as if thrown away. The sword embryo that entered the iron furnace, suddenly scorched, suddenly icy... Repeatedly, turning the living into an angry sword.

The blade slashes at the enemy and at himself.

The fiercest and the sharpest.

Who is willing to embrace the double-edged sword!

Shi Wuluo hugged him tightly, pressed such a ferocious sword into his chest, hid it in his heart, and used his ribs and flesh as his armor.

Gu Zhu echoed.

A four-character sentence, a two-sentence sentence. No longer as clear as the first snow, no longer as soft as a whisper, it is more a command from the supreme Qingming than a song. The black waves surging into the sky rushing, collapsing, and roaring are all to no avail... The crimson long sword hangs high in the sky, and thousands of ghosts and thousands of grievances are arrested into the blade's edge, turning into a fresher and brighter blood red.

The tide was pushed down one by one, and the moonlight reappeared for a thousand miles.

Qiu Bodeng's body, which was as tight as cold iron, suddenly loosened.

The moonlight is like a gauze and mist, sprinkled from the sky, flowing over his bare/exposed back, clear and transparent, covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the pale blue blood vessels under the skin are faintly visible. Flesh and blood returned to him, and he became a man again, not a silent, roaring soul of pain.

The teeth on his shoulders gradually loosened, and the young man leaned on his shoulders, tired and groggy.

The crimson knife fell back silently.

Shi Wuluo gently brushed away the wet black hair scattered on the side of Qiu Bodeng's face.

His facial features are very bright, and his eyebrows are long and sharp. Usually, he is as aggressive as a blade when he picks and raises it, but when he frowns, he is particularly haggard and beautiful. Shi Wuluo stretched out his hands and smoothed them little by little, pressing his fingertips over the brows.

At that time, how much pain did you have?

He asked softly in his heart.

This question has been asked countless times by Master Luo day after day.

Every time you ask a question, the double-edged sword hidden in your heart turns once, but you can't get an answer no matter how you ask, and in the end, you can only find it yourself.

Why don't you care if you're injured?

Because in the pain and pain, we can reluctantly find the traces of another person's existence... Enduring the pain and pain that the other person has suffered, thinking about how much pain he had in the beginning, so every wound It became evidence that he was still alive, burning nerves for a day, a month, a month, and a year, and staying awake.

Only in this way can we survive the powerless time.

But how painful is it?

Shi Wuluo still doesn't know.

The only person who knew the answer to the question curled up in his arms, drooping his eyelashes, and fell asleep quietly. The wizard Luo stared at him for a while, his fingers passed through his black hair, he took the person to him, and kissed him.

A very light kiss.

Like snow falling on the eyebrows.

The wind is flat and the sea is still, and the sky and water are bright.

……………………

Honglan Street.

Zuo Liangshi turned his head to look at Cang Ming: "The tide has receded."

"Um."

Zuo Liangshi guessed with certainty: "Is there anyone else beside him?" "Well."

Zuo Liangshi was helpless: "Do you only answer 'um'?"

"No," Jun Changwei said quietly, "Actually, I don't want to say a word back to you... How did Shanhai Pavilion appear as a strange pavilion master like you?!"

"There is no way, my family will pass it on from generation to generation." Zuo Liangshi quickly held down the Jincuo knife, "Stop, stop, they are all elders, don't fight at every turn."

Jun Changwei's forehead jumped with blue veins: "Don't talk about fighting at every turn, I can still cut people at every turn, believe it or not?"

The "blessing" of this fire in the first half of the night, most of Honglan Street was burned down. The guests left in disappointment, and the geisha dancers who had nowhere to go could only temporarily stay on the street, leaning against the corner to arrange each other's clothes, or simply fell asleep with their arms folded. Orioles all over the street.

Zuo Liangshi and Jun Changwei also squatted on the side of the street, in order not to attract attention, they both wore a women's long gown...

It's also a pity that the monk Budu just ran fast and didn't find it, otherwise the image of the pavilion master of Shanhai Pavilion and the elder of Taiyizong would be shattered.

"Xingxingxing..." Zuo Liangshi suddenly sighed, "Come on."

Jun Changwei's robe sleeves covered, covering the hilt of the knife.

There was an extremely subtle sound of clothing passing through the air, as if the sea breeze gently brushed the eaves tiles, but there was not half a human figure passing through the residual fire. Jun Changwei closed his eyes, did not use his spiritual sense, and only used his ears to distinguish... He could hear the sounds of the entire Honglan Street. A passing figure.

one.

two.

Three.

...

It came from all directions of Candle South City, went to Qinwei Tower without a sound, and left without a trace.

After the last figure left, Jun Changwei opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Zuo Liangshi coldly.

Zuo Liangshi patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go."

The two returned to the tide tower.

The two Shanhaige disciples who were frightened and fainted lay paralyzed and drooled out of their sleep... Zuo Liangshi was speechless for a moment, and threw the people off the tide-watching tower one by one. "Dong dong" twice, smashed into the mooring boat below, and one person, one bag, was knocked out.