134 One person, two identities

At this moment, Yaoling and Fengchuan can no longer see the smell of smoke after the war. They fought and played, and they actually made a scene for an hour before they walked back to the Queguang Pavilion. Everyone cared for each other and greeted each other. In a short time, there was a mackerel doctor sent by the salted fish fairy to treat the injury for everyone. After a few days of nourishment, everyone's injuries have recovered, and the period of the Silver Umbrella Ball is getting closer.

It was night. Wu Lingchun sat alone in the room, and the surroundings were quiet, and there was no sleepiness. Uncovering the Zhenbei square pot, I saw that the previous wine was indeed replaced with tea.

Who did

? Wu Lingchun half leaned on the kang table and thought, and his index finger gently rubbed his thin lips. His handsome shadow was projected on the sandberg window by candlelight. The shadows overlapped and swayed, and there was someone peeping outside the window...

"Who?" Wu Lingchun was alert and looked up. The shadow of the man on the window had disappeared, but his breath had not disappeared.

Is it... him?

Wu Lingchun withdrew the six dice in his hand, sat down, and took a teacup and poured tea: "It's already here. Why don't you sit down and have a drink together?"

When it was quiet for a while, the door was really pushed open, and only one head was poked in first. Sure enough, it was him - Mu Husha. The red candle swayed tonight, adding a little blush to the shy face of the handsome teenager. Compared with the murderous appearance on the battlefield a few days ago, it is a little more cute.

Mu Husha slowly moved into the room and carefully opened the door. Wulingchun no longer invited him. He picked up the teacup and sniffed the fragrance of tea. Unexpectedly, there were such pure Mengding tea on the bottom of the seabed of the South China Sea.

"You... are drinking tea..."

Seeing that Wu Lingchun ignored him, Mu Husha had to sit opposite Wu Lingchun by himself and said hello knowingly.

"Didn't you change my wine into tea?" Wu Lingchun was so bored that he held his head, and his fingertips in one hand beat on the kang table, tapping the unknown rhythm, which sounded like the song that the mackerel often played in the past few days.

Mu Husha was so nervous that he lowered his head and didn't say anything. After all, there is still no rebuttal ability to acquiesce.

"Don't you know that I can't live without alcohol?" Wu Lingchun suddenly frowned. He pretended to be angry and startled Mu Husha. Mu Husha stammered, "I, I'm doing it for your own good... If you hadn't saved me, I wouldn't have... I don't care about you..."

"Oh?" Wu Lingchun's hand crossed the kang table and squeezed Mu Husha's chin fiercely. "Is that right? Then I...should I thank you?"

Wu Lingchun naturally knew that in the past few days, except for Qinger and Wu Mei, it was Mu Husha, a strange little teenager, who was "taking care of" him like a mess.

What a strange teenager. He, who claims to be the "Fairy Gun Hero" of Qiyunshan Yuxu Palace, has a false reputation for his martial arts. This style is not like a man, but like a little girl who is new to the world--

Her true identity is...

Wu Lingchun's upper body slowly crossed the table, and the two thin lips were getting closer and closer to Mu Husha's cheeks. Mu Husha's breath became more and more rapid, but he was so shocked that he didn't know what to do.

Wu Lingchun's smiling lips stopped at the earlobe of Mu Husha.

"You - what are you doing!" Mu Husha finally began to flutter his stiff hands and feet and shouted angrily, "Let go of me, you pervert! I, I'm a man!"

"I know. I'm a man, too." Wu Lingchun's other hand slowly slid to Mu Husha's waist, and his fingers wandered and began to untie his belt. "The red prince Wu Lingchun likes men, and everyone in the world knows it. If I didn't fall in love with you, how could I save you?"

"What do you say..." Mu Husha pressed Wu Lingchun's hand on his waist. Her hands were burning and trembling, and Wu Lingchun smiled secretly. It was indeed a soft and boneless little curing hand. The previous inference should be correct. He may be--

"Then why don't you let me go! I, I'm a woman, a woman!"

"Oh? Is it a man or a woman? With a puzzled face, Wu Lingchun let go of her waist, slowly pushed away the kang table that was in the way between the two, held Mu Husha's face in both hands, slowly put her down, and put her back close to the bed. He also bent down, and his black hair was scattered. In Mu Husha's vision, it seemed that there were only two of them in the world.

Wulingchun's breath, taste and temperature have completely occupied Mu Husha. If it hadn't been for the heartbeat that was about to burst in her chest, Mu Husha would not have felt her own existence at all.

"To be honest... who are you?"

Wu Lingchun muttered in Mu Husha's ear until she was completely immersed in this dream-like warmth, and her hands trembled and slowly gave up the struggle, drooping from his chest.

"I..."

The hand slid to Mu Husha's chest restlessly. It no longer moved and did not move. It just calmly put it there: "What's your name?"

"Ryu...Shadow...Xi..."

She muttered. This is like a woman's name. Wu Lingchun slowly got up and clicked her sleeping hole. Let her sleep. With this name, it is not difficult to find out her origin.

Wuling blows out the candle fire in spring. Outside the window, the crystal curtain and the light of the fish and lotus lantern mentioned by the mermaid patrol at night slowly flowed, and the night was already deep. It's so late. Why don't you see Wumei coming to serve?

She has always been punctual. Is there anything special tonight...

Wuling came out of the house in spring and did not take the steps of Jinbei Palace. He only walked around the soft silver sand and took a shortcut to Wumei's room. Knocking on the door, no one came to respond. Wumei has always slept lightly. If she is in it, it is impossible for her to hear such a knock on the door.

Wu Lingchun was about to push the door to see what was going on, but another trembling female voice behind him stopped him: "Sir..."

He turned around and looked back. It was indeed Wu Mei. Her eyes were as red and swollen as peaches, and her eyes were dim. Obviously, she had cried. No, I cried a lot.

"Womei--" Wu Lingchun immediately approached, untied his robe and put it on her, and held her cold hand in the palm of his hand. "What's the matter?"

"No." Wu Mei shook her head slowly. Sometimes, things happen too suddenly and too difficult to accept, and they can only stay there and completely lose their due joys and sorrows.

"Let's go back to the room." Wu Lingchun put his arms around Wumei's shoulder and helped her back to the room like a puppet. Wu Lingchun was busy pouring hot tea for her, but Wumei just stood at the place where she had just entered the door. His eyes were staring at the void, as if they were completely out of the real world.

Wulingchun pulled Wumei and sat on the edge of the bed. He pressed her head into his arms with gentle and heartache: "Umei, tell me, what's going on?"

He has never seen Wu Mei like this. Where did Wumei go just now, and what happened? The environment is as usual, and there is no movement from others. Is this matter only related to Wumei?

No matter what happens next, he will bear it with her.

"The prince... Wumei may not be able to continue to serve the prince in the future..."

Surrounded by the gentleness of Wu Lingchun, two lines of tears finally flowed from Wumei's pale face. She covered her mouth with her hands, shrank her shoulders, and finally cried to tears.

The shadow of the nightmare a hundred years ago finally poured through people's hearts like the torrential rain after the earthquake.

For ten years, Wumei has been having the same dream repeatedly. She knelt on the battlefield with her sword and raised her head. The sky was cloudy, and she could not feel the warmth of the sun at all.

More than a hundred days of fierce battle. Her tired and numb feet stepped on the bodies of her companions and the monsters killed by her companions. Her roaring ears listened to the sound of the soul of her dead companion crying in the cold wind. The tip of her tongue licked the blood at the corners of her mouth to quench her thirst, and her hoarse throat shouted the slogan of charging to relieve fatigue - such a fierce battle for more than a hundred days.

In the past hundred days, from high fighting spirit to grief and indignation to complete despair, she has shed too many sour tears. Now, there are no tears at all. She lost, completely lost, and there was no hope of winning, or even a reason to insist.

It was a mistake to organize the extermination team to come to the Dead Mountain to suppress demons. As the captain of the destroyer team and the most powerful immortalist, she can only watch her teammates fight to death with those monsters hundreds of times stronger than them. The monster is a burden abandoned by the demon. Their spirit destroyer team can't wait for the reinforcements of the six sects at all. There is no second choice except for death in battle!

"Senior sister! Let's withdraw. The division will not send anyone to save us! We have been abandoned!"

"Shut up, you go first. I'm going to die with these damn demons!"

"Sister, I, I won't leave you alone..."

"Yushu, stupid brother... Let's go. You have the right to live well in the world.

"What about the senior sister? Isn't the senior sister going with us? We still have more than 70 people left. Yes, we can break through the siege!"

"No, I'm not willing..."

Unwilling. Unwilling to admit defeat, unwilling to retreat, unwilling to return without success. She used to be so competitive. In the sect, she did not allow her brothers to be a little stronger than herself; on the battlefield, she was not allowed to escape from her sword!

Unwilling. She didn't expect that she had broken the past and present life of a thousand souls just because of these three words.

In order to reverse the battle situation and seal the monsters, she and those dead and surviving extinct teammates sacrificed their souls one after another, merged with the monsters, formed a powerful idea to guard the boundary, bound the demons to the Dead Spirit Mountain, and could not escape, bringing a hundred years of peace to the world.

She made history. There are a thousand righteous men of the extermination team in the history of Kunlun. Her name is written at the front. She is also the core force of the whole boundary. Without her, the creatures in the world would have been ruined. In addition to the good reputation behind her, she got what she wanted most - win.

Although the price of winning is unexpected. Because the guardian idea is too powerful, she is not conscious like other souls in the boundary. She clearly feels the existence of her soul, listening to the sobs of her former companions, smelling the long-lasting smell of blood in the air, inverted nightmares, it is always their last expression before death, or fear, or unwillingness, or emptiness... or People will also dream of the outside world, green mountains and green water, purple and red dust, master, brother, friends and enemies.

Her days are getting worse and worse day by day. If you don't live or die, life is better than death; you can't live, you can't die.

Although it hurts, it can't be vented. If her mood breaks out, the whole boundary will be destroyed, and the sacrifices of a hundred years ago will be in the end.

She couldn't figure out how she could have ruined a good life because of an empty word "win". She was trapped in this boundary without any hope and sustenance, drinking day and night.

Why? Why on earth is all this?

She was puzzled.

She... regretted it.