The two of them came all the way without taking a break. At this moment, they figured out the variations of the sword moves. After hurriedly recording them, they both felt a little exhausted. Xu Zhuchen still had the inner strength to adjust his breath, but Xiao Mei couldn't hold on anymore. After eating two hasty meals of dry food, he fell down in Xu Zhuchen's arms, and she carried him to a tree to rest.
The two of them agreed to take turns to stand guard. When Xiao Mei woke up, it was already dusk and the tired bird had returned to its nest. She looked around nervously, only to find that Xu Zhuchen was already sitting under the tree, sleeping with Zhan Lu in his arms.
Xiao Mei felt a sense of indescribable happiness in her heart for a moment, as if they were not hunting down an absconding suspect or looking for her past, but just a pair of knights with light swords and horses, happy to take revenge. She raised a hand and felt the warm sunset falling on her skin. She couldn't help but guess that Xu Zhuchen, who was dressed in snow-white, was probably bathing in the sunset at this moment. Half of his body was covered with warm orange color, and his white hair fell on his dewy face. On the scabbard, there is a gentle pulse.
If there is such a moment, all the ups and downs on this journey will be worth it.
Xu Zhuchen fell into a deep sleep, and Xiao Mei could only use the remaining inner power in the ring to sense his surroundings. She was a little thirsty, so she jumped down from the tree and called the white horse to untie the kettle. Not wanting to take it by mistake, I actually took a few sips of the wine that Li Fenglong poured in - as expected, it was originally used to prank Xu Zhuchen.
It was also her fault that she drank too hastily. The amount of alcohol she usually drank went nowhere, and the strong alcohol entered her throat. She suddenly felt light-headed and light-headed, and her body felt weak. My mind was like a ball of fluffy and soft cotton wool, occupying every thought. I was dizzy, and I only remembered that I wanted to find Xu Zhuchen.
Zhu Chen, Zhu Chen. Zhuchen's internal force pulled her, pulling her staggering steps, stumbling all the way to Xu Zhuchen.
Xu Zhuchen's breathing was steady, and he was surrounded by a faint cold fragrance, like the flowing snow wind or the pine forest covered with rime. It smelled cold and pleasant, but it politely marked the distance between himself and others.
It's really like Zhu Chen, cold, solemn, and powerful. It is obviously so powerful and attractive, but it is out of place and intimidating.
Xiao Mei suddenly felt a little regretful. After Xu Zhuchen broke into Zhiyang, she rummaged through the information given by Li Fenglong, and carefully studied Xu Zhuchen's moves before the battle, but she never thought of taking a good look at Xu Zhuchen's appearance.
Today, Xu Zhuchen, in her limited perception, only has a vague shape - her long hair, her handsome face, her long neck, her well-tailored, spotless white clothes, and her pair of black bottoms embroidered with two dragons. Zhu's silver-white short boots, and a sword that was silvery and slender, as cold as thousand-year-old black ice.
Xiao Mei closed his eyes and stretched out his hand tentatively.
——Her fingers touched a cold cylinder, which was Zhanlu.
She didn't remember Xu Zhuchen, and the information didn't give her a sense of familiarity. Even when the two were fighting in the ring, she still had no memory of Xu Zhuchen. At that time, her main task was to assassinate Wang He. When facing Xu Zhuchen, she felt that this opponent was not ordinary difficult to deal with.
——Down along the exposed sword body, which is carved with dragons and phoenixes, are Xu Zhuchen's arms wrapped around his chest.
But Li Fenglong always smiled and mentioned the name "Xu Zhuchen" to her in a subtle tone, again and again. Xu Zhuchen, Xu Zhuchen, it seems that Xu Zhuchen is an extremely important existence to Xiao Mei, and there is some invisible and intangible tie between her and her, binding the two people tightly together, and it hurts to mention them apart. bone.
——Zhu Chen's cuffs were tied tightly, and her white clothes stuck to her muscular arms, extending all the way to her shoulders. Xiao Mei's fingers passed over Xu Zhuchen's neck and climbed up her thin lower jaw one by one.
Li Fenglong is an ambitious and capable person who is best at holding back and making a splash. Xiao Mei likes her cynical side, but she doesn't like to see Li Fenglong's smile. It is a sad smile, which makes Xiao Mei herself have the illusion that Xu Zhuchen is not the opponent she is about to meet, but a person. An old friend who connects her to the world.
——Zhu Chen is too thin, she thought, just like a martial arts machine.
"It's better not to have too many old friends." After seeing Xu Zhuchen off at the weapons store, Li Fenglong said lazily to Xiao Mei, who was sitting on guard behind the screen, "If a person only stays in your memory, you will only remember She looks her best." Xiao Mei was convinced.
——The hard one is the corner of her jaw, the soft one is her cheek. Zhu Chen's cheeks were always bloodless, soft but tight, and always cold. Xiao Mei used the strength of the wine to rub Xu Zhuchen's face, trying to make her face warmer. A young girl vaguely appeared in his mind. She seemed to have white hair and red eyes, and she was rubbing her cheeks helplessly.
But when Xu Zhuchen was pierced by Jiang Liren's sword, the blood that gradually spilled out was like a sharp sword, instantly piercing her eyes and almost piercing her. She staggered back a few steps, and the sharp sword turned into thousands of needles, furiously stirring in her mind, vowing to carve out an open space in her head and put Xu Zhuchen in it. Thin and dense pain was like snake venom, seeping into every joint and every pore of her bit by bit. There was a sweetness in Xiao Mei's mouth. She heard a smiling voice, a clear voice, word for word. Said: "Zhu Chen."
——Xu Zhuchen’s lips are very thin, and he looks a bit fierce when he purses his lips. The bridge of her nose is high and straight, like a narrow mountain range.
Thousands of needles pierced deeper and drilled downwards in circles, and countless small voices sounded in her mind, cold and sharp, like the hiss of swords clashing, saying one after another: "Zhu Chen. Zhu Chen." Xu Zhuchen."
——Her eyebrows are also beautiful. The high, snow-white eyebrows feel soft and delicate, and they fall lovingly under her hands.
Xu Zhuchen, Xu Zhuchen. Like an extremely vicious curse, like a sharp-edged mirror, it shattered into pieces on its own and pierced into her body. Every broken mirror reflected Xu Zhuchen, the young Xu Zhuchen, the tall and tall Xu Zhuchen, the white-clothed and white-haired Xu Zhuchen with a pair of red eyes open, looking at her through the mirror, the bleeding Xu Zhuchen raised his hand slightly, obviously crying in pain , but said to her with a smile:
"Ah, don't cry."
——Zhu Chen’s eyes...
Her memory suddenly broke here, as if she had fallen into a desperate situation of pure blackness, which even she could not perceive. Xu Zhuchen's appearance was stripped away along with her vision, and all that remained in her memory were the scattered white hair, blood-stained white clothes, pale lips, and bright red blood. Xu Zhuchen's blood flowed out from her orifices and five internal organs, gushed out from her bright red eyes, dyeing everything red in an untimely manner. Xiao Mei stretched out her hand to block the dark blood holes, but her hand passed through Xu Zhuchen's body and only touched the warm and wet ground.
Xiao Mei's breathing quickened. She suddenly withdrew her hands, telling herself in her mind that this was all fake, but she couldn't help but hold the ring on the little finger of her right hand.
Xu Zhuchen's original intention was to wear two rings on their hands. Xiao Mei wore a red spar carved with lotus flowers, and she wore a kyanite shaped like a snowflake. However, the two rings belong to two people respectively, and the efficiency of internal force transmission is too low, which only increases the burden. Over time, Xu Zhuchen also accepted this rough method.
However, now that both rings are in Xiao Mei's hands, it is much more convenient for her to continue her research on "changing internal power".
She was quite confident in herself. This technique was indeed harmful to the body, but she had a vague hunch that there must be some trick in this technique that could change this situation of being exhausted, but she missed it.
Practice brings true knowledge, and she doesn’t mind practicing it herself. Xiao Mei took a deep breath and was about to perform her exercises, but there was a stinging pain on her right wrist, which made her clenched her hands. A faint blue light suddenly lit up, reflecting the world in front of her.
Xu Zhuchen was already awake, holding Zhan Lu with one hand and grabbing her wrist with the other. Her inner energy flows through Xiao Mei's body continuously through the ring, so detailed that every trembling eyelash of hers can be traced clearly.
And her lost eyes.
"I had a dream, Azadirachta. I dreamed that I came to Zhiyang, but I didn't see you." Her voice trembled a little, but the chill around her became clear, "I dreamed of you, watching with helpless eyes. You leave. Ah, you are indeed by my side now, right? I will do my best to face difficulties with you, don’t hide it from me, don’t hurt yourself, okay?”
Xiao Mei froze for a moment, and then realized that Xu Zhuchen had already woken up when she just touched her.
The cold current around her was the best protection, but just now Xu Zhuchen restrained the pressure of the cold current and did not stop her from touching him.
Xiao Mei shook his wrist, and Xu Zhuchen immediately let go of his hand. She couldn't feel the pain very clearly, but seeing the way Xu Zhuchen lowered his head, she guessed that Zhuchen felt panic from the bottom of his heart for a moment. This may be what Li Fenglong likes to say: Out of love comes sorrow, out of love comes jealousy, out of love comes fear.
Xiao Mei really wanted to laugh, but was afraid that Xu Zhuchen would bury his head even lower. These days, she was lying on the hospital bed, asking Zhuchen questions over and over again, and Zhuchen took the trouble to tell her their past over and over again. Her voice is very beautiful and fascinating. The protagonist in those stories is sometimes a sparkling river, sometimes a tree full of flowers, sometimes a silent night sky full of stars, but most of them are At that time, they were two girls of similar age and similar interests.
"Is it you and me?" Xiao Mei couldn't remember how many times he asked.
"It's me and you." Every time she asked, she would get the exact same answer from Xu Zhuchen.
Xiao Mei lowered his hand, found Xu Zhuchen's finger in the picture painted on the ring, and held it involuntarily.
"Zhu Chen, trust me. I won't leave you alone. After all, I guess you have long forgotten where the Lu's shop is."
