Mr. Wuhen sighed deeply and said: "Zhuoyu, I have known you for so many years, and I have always felt that there is something hidden in your heart... It's just that I don't care about you enough, otherwise you wouldn't be where you are today!"
"Hmph!" Li Zhuoyu was angry and forgot about the injury on his hand. He subconsciously wanted to make a fist, but his hand was caught by Mr. Wuhen.
His deep eyes stared at Li Zhuoyu without blinking and said, "Is the relationship between us all these years also fake? Am I also part of your plan?"
Li Zhuoyu stared blankly at Mr. Wuhen in front of him, sighed, and then broke away from his hand. He did not answer his question directly, but said: "Let me tell you some good news. Your little apprentice named Tie Muyun Very smart, he saw the half-faced Rakshasa you carved and already guessed that you were imprisoned, but he never would have guessed that you were imprisoned by me!"
"Mu Yun...that child came to Baiyu Villa to find me?"
"You know your little apprentice very well. That boy did come to Baiyu Villa to find you, but he suspects that the person who imprisoned you is Li Shifeng. He also brought a few powerful friends to help find you."
Mr. Wuhen couldn't help but reveal a smile on his lips, and he said: "Mu Yun must have seen my carving skills, so he guessed that the half-faced Luo It came from my own hands, I think you didn’t send the letter I asked you to send to him, did you?”
"No."
Master Wuhen looked at Li Zhuoyu and said: "Zhuoyu, you can do whatever you want with me, even if you imprison me for the rest of my life, it doesn't matter. But don't hurt that child Mu Yun! He is my only disciple, and just like you, he is a destiny What a miserable person!"
"Wuhen, you are really a compassionate person. There are so many poor people in the world, can you take care of them? I advise you to just take care of yourself!"
Li Zhuoyu stood up abruptly and prepared to leave.
Young Master Wuhen stopped him: "Zhuoyu, if you want to do harm to that child, I won't let you go!"
Li Zhuoyu frowned and turned to look at Mr. Wuhen, and saw that his gentle face suddenly had a chilling air.
He grinned his white teeth and said with a laugh: "You can't protect yourself, how can you protect him?"
In just that moment, Mr. Wuhen suddenly raised his right hand, and a white puppet thread flew out from his fingers and immediately wrapped around Li Zhuoyu's neck.
Li Zhuoyu was shocked. He didn't expect Master Wuhen to be able to hurt him.
Mr. Wuhen said coldly: "As a puppet master, even if there is no martial soul spirit to stimulate the puppet soul thread, this ordinary puppet thread can still kill people!"
After he finished speaking, he picked up the carving knife on the table and quickly stabbed Li Zhuoyu.
Li Zhuoyu was eager to break free from the puppet string, so he raised his right hand and pulled hard. When the puppet string was forcibly torn off, a deep red mark was left on his neck.
Mr. Wuhen stabbed him with a knife. He dodged sideways, then raised his left hand and pinched Mr. Wuhen's neck. His right hand blocked the carving knife in his hand and held him back.
Mr. Wuhen didn't have a martial soul in his body, so he was knocked out quickly. The two of them fell on one of the large mirrors. The big mirror immediately shattered to the ground. Mr. Wuhen landed on the ground, and Li Zhuoyu half-knelt on the ground with his left hand. Still squeezing his neck hard.
Facing this long-time friend in front of him, Li Zhuoyu couldn't see any nostalgia in his eyes, but endless anger: "If you weren't so important to her, believe it or not, I would kill you!"
Mr. Wuhen doesn't quite understand what Li Zhuoyu means at this moment. Who is he important to? Could it be that he was angry?
Mr. Wuhen said: "Zhuoyu, don't make the same mistake over and over again. White Jade Villa is not worthy of you. Drop everything and go wandering around the world with me. The world is big, why can't you let go and live a good life!" "
"Let go of your arms and live a good life? Do you think I am a wanderer like you? A home all over the world, a comfortable life? Do you know what kind of world I have lived in these years? The only purpose of my life is revenge, to take back What should belong to me! Now that everything is so close, you actually want me to accompany you to travel around the country and make your home all over the world? Hahaha! You are really... an idiot!"
When did he become so hard-hearted? Maybe it started from that time when I fell into the river!
The cold and rapid river water hit his young body. He desperately called for help, but he couldn't grasp a life-saving straw. The cold river water stung his whole body. He only felt that the coldness penetrated deep into his bones, and he had been feeling it all these years. All these years, he has never walked out of the cold river.
The water in the river was cold enough to make his heart hurt so much that he lost consciousness.
There were tears in Li Zhuoyu's eyes, making Master Wuhen feel suffocated. In the end, the carving knife he held in his hand crashed to the ground, and he lay down on the ground without strength, no matter what he did.
But Li Zhuoyu did not kill him, but stood up slowly, as if with great fatigue. The wound on his right hand that had just been bandaged was bleeding again, and the blood pattered on the ground, splashing on several fragments of the mirror. On the face, it looks red to the bone.
His thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked deeply at Mr. Wuhen who was lying limply on the ground, and said calmly: "Wuhen, if... I could get to know you earlier and become friends with you, maybe I won't change. It’s like this!”
The corners of Li Zhuoyu's mouth twitched slightly, then turned and left.
Seeing Li Zhuoyu's retreating figure, Mr. Wuhen's slightly raised head fell heavily to the ground. His body was lying on the cold mirror fragments, and he felt that everything before was a joke.
Drunken before flowers, Luo Yuxuan, Leng Qingqiu, White as snow, Jie Qianchou, Wind like a horse, Cloud top, Bamboo leaf boat, Acacia dew, Warm red pavilion, Heroes, Beauty's tears, Red lips, Fingers wrapped softly , the sky of love and justice, the drunken world of mortals, the rain of pear blossoms, the warm spring breeze, the madness of sword singing, and waking up from a dream.
In this room, he drank twenty kinds of fine wines from Tianxia Liquor House, and had a good chat with Li Zhuoyu, but he never thought that the person for whom he had poured out his heart and soul was just facing him with a hypocritical mask. Over the years, Emotions seem to have really become a joke.
He regards others as close friends and close friends who can help each other, but what about others?
Sigh... What a waste of time if you drink!
Li Zhuoyu left the dilapidated old house, got on his horse, and galloped away.
"Drive--Drive--"
He galloped all the way like crazy, the cold night wind blew through his long black hair, and his attractive white clothes were flying in the wind and snow, and his whole person seemed to be integrated with the snowy night.
He didn't know how long he galloped, but he finally stopped in front of a river. He dismounted and staggered slowly into the river.
When he was young, he once soaked in this river for a long time, a long time...
If the river had frozen that day like it did today, his fate might not have been like this. He knelt on the frozen river, clenched his fist and hit the ice hard. The ice was like The broken mirror began to have cracks.
The tears that were swirling in his eyes finally burst out.
Could it be that everything he had carefully planned over the years was wrong? If he doesn't give in, what does Wuhen mean? How could he change his original intention so easily because of a few words from that guy?
He is a person who lives in hatred. How can he rest in peace before his great revenge has been avenged?
Looking at the countless white-clothed figures reflected on the ice, which were broken and strange, he sneered and said: "Li Zhuoyu, Li Zhuoyu, you are a shadow living in the darkness, look at you, now you can wear clothes that truly belong to you. No longer live with a hypocritical mask. After so many years, this is your true face. In the future, you must live with your true face! Stop being that shadow in the dark! Ah--"
White Jade Villa.
In the past few days, Baiyu Villa has been shrouded in cold wind and snow, and the entire Villa has been cast in a sad color, as if a mountain rain is about to come.
If the water caresses the harp, the sound of the harp becomes a sad tune.
Mrs. Ru, who was lying on the hospital bed, listened to the music and looked sideways at the red plum blossoms outside the window. A blue magpie fluttered its wings and flew to the plum branch. A layer of white snow was shaken off, and it stood on the branch, chirping and screaming happily, but it seemed a bit lingering and confused.
Suddenly, another blue magpie landed on the red wall and chirped twice at it. The blue magpie that landed on the plum branch immediately flapped its wings happily and flew towards it, and then the two magpies flew together. Flying away from the small courtyard.
Mrs. Ru's heart seemed to fly away with the two blue magpies. By the time she came to her senses, Shui Ruo had already finished playing the piano and was sitting there in a daze, crying.
Tears fell on the strings, and she didn't even notice.
Mrs. Ru looked at Shui Ruo's thin back and asked softly: "I taught you to play this piano, but I never remembered teaching you such a sad tune. Shui Ruo, is there something on your mind?" "
For example, Madam has been bedridden all year round. She does not know what is happening outside. She seems to be trapped in this small courtyard all her life, and her heart also longs to become the pair of chirping magpies and fly to the courtyard. Far away, but she knew from the moment she was born that she could only fall into this dust clumsily, wallowing and rolling in the dust, making herself disgraced, miserable and miserable all her life.
This suffocating fate, the end of which can be seen at a glance!
"Cough cough cough..."
Madam Ru started coughing again, Shui Ruo hurriedly wiped her tears, covered up her sadness, and rushed over to see her.
"Mrs. Ru, let me get you a glass of water!"
Shui Ruo listened to Mrs. Ru's coughing and thought about her miserable father. She really didn't know what to do. She made up her mind to ask the eldest son for help. Now maybe only the eldest son can help her!
Shui Ruo handed a glass of warm water to Mrs. Ru, helped her up, and fed her a few mouthfuls of warm water.
Mrs. Ru was so pitifully light that she seemed to have no weight in her arms. She was as soft as the falling snow and fallen plum blossoms outside the window.
Mrs. Ru gently stroked Shui Ruo's hand and sighed: "You have been close to Zhuoyu since you were a child. I still remember when I taught you and Lan Yu how to play the piano. Lan Yu was not as smart as you and could never play well. I always thought about it. Go and learn swordsmanship from his brother! Her brother took a wooden sword and deliberately showed it in front of you, making her distracted!"
