Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Yan Yun went and came back again, carrying clean water and putting it on the wooden frame beside the bed.

Light the candle, soak the handkerchief in water and wring it dry, then sit on the edge of the bed and patiently wipe her face, ears, neck, and hands...

Her hands are long and bony.

The nails are very neatly trimmed and round, they are a very healthy pale pink color, with crescents at the base, and the fingertips are placed in the palm of his hand, in the dim yellow light, they look as delicate as jade.

Yan Yun pinched twice, the corners of her lips widened unconsciously, and wiped them carefully with a handkerchief. After wiping, he put her hands back into the quilt, twisted the corners of the quilt, and prepared to turn off the lights and leave.

"Yan Yun..."

The person on the bed who should have fallen asleep suddenly made a sound, Yan Yun stopped and turned to look at her, "Huh? What's the matter?"

"I want to talk to you about something."

Her voice was low and hoarse, Yan Yun sat back on the bed, straightened her sleeves, and said softly, "What did you say?"

Su Rao closed her eyes tightly, "You turn off the light first."

This request made Yan Yun slightly startled, and soon, he waved his sleeve lightly, the flickering candle light went out, and the whole room fell into darkness again.

The wind was blowing outside the window.

The bright moon leaked a gleam of light through the gap in the window, and it fell on the bed. Su Rao slowly opened her closed eyes, followed the faint light, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid I won't be able to say something after tonight." Exported."

"You said, I'm here."

Yan Yun spoke succinctly, lightly grasping her restless hand that had slipped out again.

Su Rao subconsciously pinched his palm, and asked in an unhurried tone: "Do you believe that a person has the memory of a previous life?"

There was silence in the room for a while, and he said: "There are many anecdotes and stories in the world, and what I have glimpsed is just the tip of the iceberg, so I dare not make judgments."

"Maybe there is."

"Then take it as it is, and listen to it as a story anyway."

Su Rao didn't worry about it, and continued: "As long as I can remember, I was on an island, the island was surrounded by the sea, and there were many children my age lived on it."

"There is a special person who trains us from an early age. Every six months, let everyone kill each other, leaving only the most powerful ones."

"Raising Gu?"

Yan Yun asked quietly.

Those Lijiang people in the poisonous miasma land are good at the technique of poisonous Gu. They put many Gu insects together, let them fight and devour each other, and finally decide the Gu king.

"It's just raising Gu, but compared to Gu worms, they fight more brutally."

"In order to survive, the people to be killed are companions who support each other, brothers who depend on each other, betrayal, scheming, open swords, hidden arrows, no one knows when the danger will come and who it will come from."

"In this way, for 20 years, I stepped on numerous bones and became the only one who survived, and finally killed the teacher who taught me."

"Escaped from that place."

Su Rao's voice was very calm, so calm that it was even a little boring: "Later, I was rescued by a man. He was a bad-tempered old man who liked to swear."

"He took me home, gave me a name, and taught me to do autopsy. I gradually got used to a peaceful and peaceful life, thinking that I could live like this forever."

"Unfortunately, people fail to fulfill their wishes."

"The old man had a bad temper like a stone in a latrine, and he was a muscle that couldn't turn. He was revenged and died."

"I went to look for him and wanted to bring his body back, but after all, I overestimated myself, and I didn't expect to fold it there. Before I died, I killed all of them."

"But the feeling of being covered in blood and making my eyes go red made my blood boil, so before I died, I was thinking, look, no matter how much I pretend to be a human being, my blood is still cold..."

After she finished speaking, she smiled lightly, "Isn't it an interesting story?"

Another moment of silence.

In the darkness, it was hard to see the expression of the person beside the bed, but Su Rao could clearly feel that he was looking at her, quiet and gentle as before.

"It's amazing," he said.

Su Rao was slightly taken aback, she had thought about his many reactions, but she never thought that after a long silence, he would actually say 'very powerful'.

what is this?
Before she could think it through, Yan Yun let go of her, put his hands on both sides of her shoulders, and leaned slightly, his breath was approaching, making her breath stagnate.

Yet he did nothing.

Just put his forehead against hers, and said lightly: "It's all over, the past is over, just cherish the present."

Su Rao slowly closed her eyes, the old wounds on her heart were gently healed after these words, condensed into scars, and replaced with new flesh and blood.

"Well, it's over."

Her heart was beating calmly and steadily, responding to his, and gradually becoming consistent, those stories were completely overturned.

Under the influence of alcohol, Su Rao quickly fell asleep.

Yan Yun was still sitting on the edge of the bed staring at her. The girl was slender, curled up in a ball, nestled in the bed, only showing her pointed chin and black hair.

Well-behaved and quiet.

"I see……"

With a deep sigh, he suddenly came to his senses, those miraculous post-mortem techniques, those problems and knots that could not be verified, seemed to have found the answer tonight.

The theory of cause and effect in previous lives is nonsense.

But when she spoke, he subconsciously believed her.

Only in this way can those doubts be explained.

His Lingling...

After sitting down, from the bright moon in the sky to the clear sky outside the window, Yan Yun moved his stiff and numb body, stood up slowly, and walked out the door.

After washing as usual, he began to practice sword.

Thin sweat swayed, and the depression in his chest dissipated.

"Didn't you rest last night?"

After he retracted his sword, Kou Feibai suddenly appeared from nowhere, three feet away, Yan Yun was already used to his elusiveness, so he cupped his hands in salute, and replied, "Shut up for a while."

"Are you still unable to sleep as before?"

"It's much better than before, Master, don't worry."

Yan Yun replied in a warm voice, then looked around, "Has Fifth Master left the customs?"

"Well, come over later."

When Su Rao woke up, the sun was bright outside, and there were noisy voices outside the courtyard. She stood up with her hands on her forehead, her mind was still a little dazed, she settled down for a while, washed her face, and her thoughts gradually cleared up.

Then follow the sound and go.

Both Chu Fengyang and Ji Mingchun woke up, and they were chatting with a woman. The woman had tight sleeves and narrow waist, and her temples were frosty.

This is the famous wine lady in the world, Yan Yun's Fifth Master?
"She is coming!"

With Ji Mingchun and the others' ears, Su Rao was spotted when she approached. Seeing her standing still, Yan Yun called out with a smile, "Come quickly and meet Fifth Master."

Su Rao approached, raised her hands to the wine lady, and said, "A Rao has seen Fifth Master."

"Ah Rao, be good, let Master take a good look at it."

The wine lady took her hand and turned it around twice, and said with a smile: "What a beautiful girl, Ah Yun is very lucky, I heard you can make wine?"

"know a bit."

"Don't be modest, the old monk Qingdeng has a tricky mouth, he must be a master in the middle of the game, but it's a pity that I don't have time right now, otherwise the fifth master will have a good chat with you for a while."

As soon as she said this, Ji Mingchun and Chu Fengyang's expressions froze slightly.

Yan Yun seemed to have noticed something, and asked suspiciously: "Master, are you going to travel far away?"