Chapter 69 A Story 1

Lian Yue cleaned up her mood, secretly encouraged herself, and raised her feet to Yuwen Lingxi.

"That... Let me help you!" Lian Yue tried her best to make her voice sound normal enough.

In fact, as early as when Lianyue just got up, the corners of Yuwen Lingxi's eyes had locked her figure. He thought that Lianyue got up to take the opportunity to stay away from him, but it was more or less surprising to see her coming towards him.

Now it seems that I underestimate her. Although she is still a little nervous, this is a good start.

Yuwen Lingxi divided the branches he had just picked into large and small piles, and then pointed to the smaller pile and said, "Take this back." Then he picked up the larger pile and walked to the fire.

Lian Yue hurriedly bent down and picked him up and followed him closely.

Although Lian Yue was curious about why he picked up so many firewood, she didn't dare to ask, but the honest Yuwen Lingxi said what she did.

"Fight there and pick up some dead leaves."

Lian Yue hurried to pick up the leaves and came back.

"Pick up a few stones."

Lian Yue locked the two relatively large stones in her sight without any complaints, then ran over, picked up her sleeves, lifted her milking strength, and bent down to move one of them.

"It's too big, just the size of two fists."

Lian Yue gave up her goal. While it was not too dark, she kept looking for stones that met the requirements for a moment, and then sent them to Yuwen Lingxi as soon as possible.

In a word, now Yuwen Lingxi won't say a complaint about what Yuwen Lingxi asks her to do. Lianyue always reminds herself that he is a killer, and no matter how good he is to you, he can't be complacent. Otherwise, it will be too late to move your head and cry the next second.

"Go and wash your hands."

Lian Yue kept running to the pool, washed her hands carefully, and then obediently returned to Yuwen Lingxi, waiting for his next order.

"Sit down." Yuwen Lingxi was completely defeated by Lianyue. Looking at her obedient and careful appearance, Yuwen Lingxi felt uncomfortable. He felt the need to talk to Lianyue.

Lian Yue put her feet together and sat on the grass with her back straight, not daring to slack off.

Yuwen Lingxi sighed feebly and sat casually on the grass, looking at Lian Yue, "You're still afraid that I will kill you, right?"

Lian Yue was stunned. What did he mean and how should he answer?

Finally, he lowered his head and nodded.

"Then if I tell you that I will never hurt you and will always protect you, do you believe it?" Yuwen Lingxi's always calm heart also began to beat gongs and drums.

Lian Yue suddenly raised her head and looked at the serious man in front of her in disbelief. Then she quickly lowered her head and whispered, "I don't know."

Then he was afraid that he would misunderstand himself, and then explained, "My intuition and experience make me have no doubt that I can trust you, but your identity is dark. I'm really not sure. I'm afraid that if I accidentally provoke you, I will become a dead person. I don't want to die. I still have a lot of things to do, so I don't know.

Lian Yue's frankness surprised Yuwen Lingxi, and at the same time, he also smiled bitterly. It turned out that it was because of this identity that if this misunderstanding had been allowed to continue, then if she knew in the future that the dark world was Yuwen Lingxi, and Yuwen Lingxi was also the dark, it was not It is even more unacceptable.

"I understand. Do you want to hear me tell a story?"

Do I have a choice? Lian Yue protested weakly in her heart, but still nodded.

Yuwen Lingxi poked the burning branch far away with the wooden stick in his hand, and the jumping flame was reflection in his eyes. For the first time, he said his experience through words.

"There was once a little boy with a rich family, and his father was a very powerful person. Before the age of five, although he didn't spend much time with his father, his father's occasional care and guidance could make him happy for a long time, but the young master lived a good life.

Lian Yue thought, this is also good, and he is really satisfied. But she can only say these words in her heart, and she still looks serious on the surface.

"But that year, a big event happened, and then his fate began to change."

Speaking of this, Lian Yue wanted to open her mouth to ask what was going on, but she still didn't have the courage to mention it and continued to listen quietly.

"When he was six years old, he was sent to a deep mountain, where he saw thousands of children who were almost the same age. They were divided into groups for every 100 people, and each group was taken by a gloomy and non-talking person to a room that could accommodate a hundred people to eat and live together."

"The little boy is very happy. Although the food and accommodation here are not as good as when he was at home, he has made a lot of friends. He is even grateful to his father for sending him here, which is much more interesting than studying alone at home and practicing martial arts alone."

Lian Yue was surprised. Is there such a place in the Nishang Empire? There is a picture of a group of people having fun together in my mind, and I also have some yearning for it. If only I could go.

But as soon as this idea came out, it was cut off fiercely by Yuwen Lingxi's subsequent narration.

"However, when a hundred of us finally established a friendship by gangs, such a good day is over."

Yuwen Lingxi gently closed his eyes. If he could, he would rather not think of this memory in his life.

"One morning, when these children who were still immersed in comfort woke up, they found that all the exit windows of the room they lived were sealed from the outside. At first, the children thought it was a prank, but after waiting for a long time, no one opened the door. They began to panic and began to shout."

"The little boy's sleepy eyes didn't figure out what was going on. The cold and indifferent voice of the person in charge of their 100 people sounded outside the room: 'If you want to stay alive, kill the other people in the room. There are fifty weapons in the room. You can find them by yourself and reach the last ten. The game of people is over.'"

Speaking of this, Yuwen Lingxi paused for a moment, and there was a strong sadness on his body. He looked at Lian Yue and asked, "Do you want to continue to listen?"

She was as smart as Lian Yue. She had long guessed that he was telling her own story and knew that it was his unbearable memory, but there was a voice in her heart that pulled her and she couldn't help nodding.

Yuwen Lingxi's eyes moved to the flame again and continued calmly.

"After the man's voice fell, the whole room was so quiet that the sound of spiders in the corner could be heard. The children nearby looked at each other, confused, afraid, and prepared..."

"Then I don't know who took the lead, and the room suddenly blew up. He rummaged through the boxes and cabinets looking for weapons. The boy's sleepiness had already been scared out of the sky. The little hand subconsciously stretched out like the bed under him. He remembered that he had seen a sword there.

"When he took out the sword, he found that the eyes of his usual playmates around him had changed, and a pair of hungry wolf-like eyes stared at the ordinary sword that could no longer be ordinary. It was the first time that the boy killed someone. The blood of his playmate splashed on his face and reached out to wipe it off. It was dazzling red.

His narrative seemed to pull Lian Yue back to the room. Lian Yue clearly looked at the children in the room in front of him like an angry beast. The people around the crazy attacker took a glimmer of life for themselves. The night was already dark, and Lian Yue subconsciously moved to the fire.

"In addition to fighting or fighting, hehe, the boy doesn't know how many companions' lives he has ended. From the beginning of fear and passiveness, he slowly changed to numbness and initiative."

Yuwen Lingxi spread out his hands and reflected the fire, as if he saw his blood-stained hands that day.

"The smell of blood around me is getting stronger and stronger, and everyone's eyes turned red. Even when there were only ten people left, they still didn't stop fighting."

"Until the door was pushed open with a 'squeak' and the cold voice stopped, the room changed from a hundred to six people. Everyone who held up to the end was covered with blood, and their clothes had already been soaked with blood. They fell to the ground, and their faces were dead."

"At that time, the boy was still naively thinking that his father must not have known it. He wanted his father to take him home. If he didn't have a playmate, no one would pay attention to it. Just let him leave this nightmare."