He Ping looked at the boy under the moon by the stream.
There was blood all around him, after all, he had just quartered and skinned a tiger.
But his body, hands, and face were all clean, with not a trace of blood stained on them.
This itself is also part of the ability.
"You clearly know how dangerous it is outside now!" He Ping continued.
"Yes, I know." Fang Bie smiled: "I'm really unhappy that one day I will be warned like this by Sister Ping."
"Because I feel like you're a little fooling around." He Ping said, "Lin Xue is outside, she will die."
"Yes, everyone will die." Fang Bie began to use a knife to shave off the fascia and meat residue on the tiger bones bit by bit. As we all know, tiger bones are a precious medicinal material, but tiger meat is not. "Even you and me."
The normal method of removing meat is to stew the meat over high heat, and the meat residue will naturally come off. However, this will slightly damage the medicinal properties of the tiger bones.
Fang Bu chose to use a knife to shave off the fascia and flesh. Although this was a way to preserve the medicinal properties, it was more like a pastime and a show of skill.
"I remember Sister Ping said something, didn't I?" Fang Bie looked at He Ping: "I think I am the biggest."
There are so many unimaginable things in this world.
Because the world never revolves around you.
He Ping fell silent under the moonlight.
"I thought you couldn't." He Ping said.
"Being able to do more of what you want to do." Fang Bie took the tiger bone and picked away the loose flesh from the fascia, revealing only his true colors: "It's pretty good."
"I heard about what happened at the market during the day." He Ping continued: "If Ningxia didn't stop Heiwu at that time, what would you have done?"
"What else can we do?" Fang Bie smiled: "Of course, kill him."
"This doesn't seem like something you would do," He Ping said.
"If you have a choice, I'm quite a good person." Fang Bi turned back to look at He Ping. The young man was sitting on the big rock by the stream, surrounded by bones.
"But I didn't have a choice at the time."
"If I don't take action, all three of them will die. Sister Ping is not here, and no one will tell me the truth. I feel very miserable."
"But the other way around." Fang Bi picked up the water ladle at hand, scooped up a ladle of stream water, poured it on the boulder, and washed away the blood and meat on the boulder.
"I have been sharpening my sword for ten years, but the frost blade has never been tested."
"The sword is sharpened for the day when it is tested."
"I'm trying my best to make myself stronger."
"I just hope that one day, someone will tell me that you can only choose the same thing for your most precious thing."
"I can say I want them all."
"For example, Sister Ping's life and my life can only choose the same time."
He Ping listened quietly and said nothing.
"But you have to know that you are not strong enough yet." He Ping said.
"It's not strong enough to kill Hei Wu, but it's enough." Fang Bie said quietly.
He turned the tiger skin that had been completely peeled off, with the fur facing down, and then began to scoop water from a ladle to wash away the blood stains on it.
The water rushing down was first a rich bright red, then slowly turned pink, and finally became almost transparent and colorless.
And all this rolled away with the stream.
He Ping could only sigh, and then said: "Yes, I can't be by your side at any time."
"Besides, Sister Ping, you are also old." Fang Bie said.
"I'm not old!" He Ping said immediately.
Women are still very sensitive about whether they are old or not.
"Sister Ping, you are almost thirty." Fang Bie said.
"Do you remember? When we first met, you were only eighteen or nineteen years old."
"I knew you were strong at that time, but I didn't know you were that strong at that time."
"But whether you admit it or not, one thing is true."
Fang Bie stood by the stream and said quietly while watering the tiger skin.
"You are no longer as strong as you were before."
"Moreover, you will become weaker and weaker in the future."
He Ping said nothing, because sometimes, the right things cannot be refuted.
Especially when both parties know this very well.
"So I will take your place and strive to become stronger than you were before."
He Ping shook her head: "But it doesn't have to be so fast."
"At least I can survive for a few more years."
Fang Bie couldn't help but laugh. The laughter was clear and clear, reverberating on the stream.
"I also hope that Sister Ping can live for a few more years."
"And, in the past ten years, I have actually been thinking about one thing."
"What's going on?" He Ping asked.
"I've been thinking about it." Fang Bie looked at He Ping and looked into He Ping's black eyes.
"I'm wondering when I can help Sister Ping protect you from the wind and rain."
"Instead of always huddled under your protection, the only thing I can do is to cause trouble for you."
"At that time, I kept thinking about how strong you are, Sister Ping."
“But I’ve never been able to see through it, I’ve never been able to see through it.”
"The first lesson you taught me is that wisdom hurts the body and hides the edge without revealing it."
"I have never known how deep your sword edge is hidden, Sister Ping, even though you are known as a player who tries his best for every assassination."
"But I can only see the way your opponent shows no resistance in front of you."
"Until recently."
"I just vaguely realized where your limit is, Sister Ping."
"But I became more unhappy."
"Do you know why?"
He Ping stood there, the moonlight shining on her body.
She didn't say a word.
The woman in green clothes under the moonlight has a graceful and picturesque appearance.
Fang Bie smiled bitterly.
"Because I slowly realized that it wasn't because I got stronger."
"It's that you are slowly getting weaker."
At that moment, the whole world almost fell silent.
Everything was quiet, only the leaves falling in the distance, only the moonlight pouring in, and only the stream flowing silently.
He Ping looked at Fang Faye and nodded quietly.
"Is your illness that serious?" Fang Bu got the answer he had already guessed, but he was really not happy at all.
Just like the sadness that every child feels one day when he realizes that his parents are not omnipotent and may even be old.
"It's so serious that your strength has begun to decline so obviously when you are less than thirty years old."
"You are willing to say anything to me, but you have always remained silent about your illness."
"I can guess some, but there are some things that I can't ask if you don't ask."
He Ping sighed: "If the time comes, I will tell you."
"So it's not appropriate now." Fang Bie shook his head and said with a smile, "The reason why you proposed the fifty taels of wall repair fee is because you want to temporarily keep Shang Jiuge in Luo City within ten days, right?"
He Ping nodded and said nothing.
"Luo City is your protection area, so if something happens to Shang Jiuge, you might as well help him," Fang Bie shook his head and smiled.
"Tell me." Fang Bie looked at He Ping: "Is the hive assassin who killed Shang Jiuge on the way now?"
