Chapter 354 The Frustration of Duan Yu

It's not that Duan Yu feels angry or has a bad temper. But this old man's words happened to refer to Duan Yu's life. That words, like a sharp sword with inverted thorns, fiercely inserted into Duan Yu's heart. The sharp pain, with the flesh and blood hung upside down by the stab, sinking everything into darkness, making Duan Yu almost drown.

Between the lightning, Duan Yu saw himself in his previous life. Such bloody storms, such unreasonable killings and the same washed blood made him smell only the smell of blood for half his life.

Although the self in the previous life is not like the dark guard of this life. However, such a bloody day and such a hateful and frightening look are really the pain that Duan Yu has been unable to say for many years. Every time he meets a person with such a look, he wants to kick the other party to the moon.

Now this old man insults these dark guards in such a sloof tone. But in Duan Yu's heart, Yu said that the old man was talking about these dark guards, rather because the old man once again showed his forgotten memories in front of others.

Duan Yu went out angrily, and the small figure quickly disappeared into the shabby door frame. The dawn light lit up everything in the temple. The remnants of the grass with a strong and old atmosphere were once again clearly presented under the blue sky and day.

The old man did not move. He just used two dirty hands, holding the big mant that Duan Yu had just taken off for him, narrowed his eyes slightly, tilted his head back, and shook as if he were intoxicated.

In the room, there are also dark guards that are constantly searching. Seeing Duan Yu go out angrily, a few bunches of sword-like light looked at the old man together. I believe that at this time, as long as there is wind blowing, he will be immediately beheaded by the sword.

The question between the old man and Duan Yu was surprised and moved by these dark guards for a moment. They didn't expect that the young master of the Duan family, who was originally superior, thought so. No wonder the master cares so much about the young lady of Duan. Presumably, a woman with such a younger brother must not be an ordinary person, right?

Duan Yu's speed was very fast. Soon, he had walked to Yan Lingyu, who was not far away. Looking at his appearance, it seemed that he was really not ready to turn back. The smile on the old man in the haystack was even deeper. He suddenly shouted loudly behind Duan Yu: "Hey, boy, don't you really want to know? Did it happen last night... I know a lot."

Duan Yu snorted coldly, didn't say anything, and walked straight to Yan Lingyu.

At this time, it was already dawn. The thin morning sunshine in winter wanders behind the clouds and waits. It seems that it will rush out of the clouds and shine in the next moment.

The trees in the distance, the grass nearby, and the ground are frozen as stone-like snow debris, a layer of white and gray spots, just like a depressed picture, which is messy at a glance.

In winter mornings, as long as people speak, they will exhale full of heat and blind their eyes. The tree ends, grass tips, and even all three-dimensional objects that float out of the ground or do not float out of the ground are covered with a faint layer of white by the cold winter cold air. As long as you wipe it with your hand or step on it with your feet, the bleak dust foam will begin to shake off layer by layer and fall on people's legs or feet. It caused another burst of bone-piercing coldness.

What is rare is that there is no fog this morning. Far and near, between the white sky and earth, there are only three colors of white, gray and dark that can't be bleak.

Yan Lingyu stood in front of the pit not far from the door of the broken temple and was listening carefully to the reports of the dark guards around him. His face was very calm, and his expression was very indifferent. He was wearing a cloak just sent by his dark guards. The pale white color is clean and not flamboyant, and there are no gorgeous textures on it. It only draws a few scattered plum branches with slightly deeper silk threads similar to the clothes at the cuffs, neckline and hem. It is scattered without any rules. The whole cuff presents an almost messy harmony. But it is very compatible with Yan Lingyu's temperament.

Some people, who were originally God's favorite, gave him almost all the best things. Therefore, even the most ordinary clothes worn on him are equally extraordinary.

Looking up, it was his slightly cold face in the morning fog, with such a similar color and such an indifferent look, almost integrated with the scenery in front of him.

Duan Yu accidentally raised his eyes and saw the beautiful third prince. Yan Lingyu was thinking faintly. His eyes looked like a cold spring shrouded in the smoke lake in the winter morning fog. Deep and vast, brilliant. The intertwined golden light and the silver light of the moonlight, and the bleak smile on his lips like a streamer. From the angle of Duan Yu, you can also see his straight nose and slightly bent lips, which are not a crimson light color, shining brightly, like strawberries blooming in the empty field, showing in the pale white fog, which is extremely beautiful.

Duan Yu only took a look and withdrew his sight in frustration. Looking at him, he looked like a frustrated beast in great need of comfort from others.

Duan Yu's footsteps shocked Yan Lingyu, who was thinking deeply.

A faint eye flashed, and what he caught was Duan Yu's fragility. Yan Lingyu quickly gestured and let the people in black around him leave. He stood there and smiled faintly at Duan Yu.

Duan Yu stepped forward step by step and dejected.

Yan Lingyu smiled slightly, took two steps forward, patted Duan Yu's shoulder, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Do you look like a defeated rooster?"

Yan Lingyu already knew Duan Yu's words in the broken temple. Although he was surprised by Duan Yu's alternative words, he had to say that through this, he had a deeper understanding of Duan Yu. I believe that Duan Yu in front of him, if he is not a small child, Yan Lingyu will almost think that what he maintains is what he has experienced.

This is naturally part of what Duan Yu has experienced, but not in modern times, but in the distant 21st century.

Duan Yu raised his head and looked at Yan Lingyu's heart-pounding face. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and said, "You are the rooster... You have been a rooster all your life..."

Duan Yu actually wants to say that Yan Lingyu's whole family is a rooster. However, can this royal man say it casually? So, halfway, I turned around!

Yan Lingyu was slightly stunned and burst into laughter. His laughter shocked the frost flowers near the end of the tree. Any birds seemed to be shocked and flew up, and then jumped into the distance.

Yan Lingyu nodded: "Okay, okay, I'm a rooster. I've been a rooster all my life... Are you satisfied with this answer?"

If Yan Lingyu is a rooster, then Duan Qingming will become a hen, and Duan Yu himself will become a little rooster like himself? As long as you think of Duan Qingming, Yan Lingyu's expression will be soft, and his eyes will become like a lake, which is intoxicating.

Duan Yu then smiled. His lips were slightly bent, and the corners of his stubborn lips slowly softened. Together, his eyes, his eyes, and even his face were originally angular because of depression. Duan Yu stepped forward, patted Yan Lingyu's arm, raised his lips slightly, nodded and smiled, "I'm satisfied. So far, I'm very satisfied."

How can you still be dissatisfied? His Royal Highness the third prince has promised to be a rooster for a lifetime because of his words. What else can he be picky about?

Yes, Duan Yu not only has no criticism, but also his depression has already been swept away.