Chronicle of Farming in Muxianfu

Chapter 64
That year, he was not called Mi Yi, he was just a ten-year-old boy, his father and mother all went to the West Paradise due to a plague, leaving him alone, and was sold into a theater by Ren Yazi.

When the old fat class leader pressed him down and stripped his clothes, he suddenly felt disgusted for some reason, even if the man promised to give him two chicken legs, he couldn't stand it, he bit it hard His arm was dripping with blood until he was knocked unconscious...

The long barbed whip was dipped in salt water and hit him repeatedly. He could no longer feel the pain. He just wanted to die early, and then he could see his parents and leave this world where there was only hunger and cold.

However, the gods did not hear his voice, and he was saved.It was a tall and thin man with a pale face and veined hands. He firmly grasped the arm that was whipping him. With a throw, the villain, who was as tall and strong as a mountain, flew out, bleeding from his mouth and nose. It also snapped and broke easily.

His eyes began to light up, longing for this power for the first time.

When the tall, thin man asked him, "Do you want to be as strong as me?"

He nodded desperately, even unable to speak because of too much force.

He couldn't remember what happened next, maybe he didn't want to remember, recuperating, locked up in the compound, swinging swords, throwing darts, one day, he was gathered in a room with nine other partners, and was told that he could only Get out alive.

His best brother had told him countless times that he would go out to avenge his death, and he saw his pale face...

Fighting recklessly, seeing the broken arms, growing on the body of a familiar partner one moment, and falling at his feet the next moment, what kind of hesitation, a kind of bewilderment...

Finally, when the room became quiet, he was face to face with his good brother, his smile had just risen, and before he could say the words of fulfillment, the cold sword had already arrived in front of him.

The next moment, his waist was pierced, and the long sword that never left his side also pierced into his brother's chest. The eyes that were mixed with deep unwillingness, resentment, and relief still appeared in his dreams many years later. inside.He often thought that it was his instinct, that his long sword had a spirit, but there was always a voice in his heart yelling at him, it was because he didn't want to die, it was because he was too cruel...

The first time he went on a mission, his target was an old man. The old man’s son died. He learned to imitate all the actions and habits of the son. He easily gained the old man’s trust and stole the confidential ledger. When the old man knew that he was a traitor, The expression of shock and anger was no different from that of that brother.

He suddenly fell in love with this feeling morbidly. He would lie to them when they were wrong, and he was forced to be a betrayer. He thought of his good brother who died. If he didn't have the heart to attack, how could he kill him He, he will definitely commit suicide to fulfill his desire for revenge.He was right, they were wrong...

The second task is an old lady...

The third mission...

Every task went smoothly as if he was picking something out of a pocket. He became a rising star in the camp, and it seemed that there was no task he couldn't complete.

Just when he thought that he would go on like this forever, until a few years later, he could be a shopkeeper in the shop under the owner's name, enjoy the cold and drink tea in summer, warm up and listen to operas in winter, and die peacefully. The last one The task is his doom.

Killers are loveless, and they don't have the weapon of joy and sorrow, but killers are still human after all.

That day he pretended to be a poor boy who was about to starve to death, and deliberately fell at Ling'er's feet. Ling'er was as kind as the news said, and she begged her serving lady to take him into the mansion Became a servant.

I don't know if it's because she picked him up, she has a concern for him, Ling'er will often talk to him, and she will also hide the food that the lady rewards and give him to him.

She is not beautiful, even ordinary, but when she smiles, her eyes are curved like crescent moons, and the two sweet dimples on her cheeks make him gradually have the urge to drown in it.

Her eyes were warm and plain, as if he could find comfort in her for all his sorrows.

He likes her, likes to look at her quietly in the crowd, likes to hide in the bushes together to eat secretly, kisses her lips secretly, likes to listen to her rambling about how kind her young lady is, likes her to lie in his arms shy...

Sometimes he even thought that maybe it would be nice to be a servant for the rest of his life and live an ordinary life with her, but he was still a killer after all, and he still had tasks to complete.

He imagined the scene when she knew the truth, she might be angry, she might cry and scold, but in the end, she would forgive him, he was sure, in her heart, he was more important than everything else.

He drugged the old man's tea, led him to the garden, and raped the daughter of the most important Qing Ke, Qing Ke betrayed, turned to the owner, and brought down a wealthy family.

The master was convicted and sent to prison, the young lady was divorced and was about to be sold as a prostitute.

When Ling'er fell into his arms crying, he said, "Come with me, and I will make you live comfortably, richly and prosperously for the rest of your life."

However, Ling'er, who has always been simple and even a little stupid, suddenly opened her eyes, stared at him with a pair of eyes, and bit her lips to bleed out. The deep red, deep red blood dripped on her pink and white dress, like a flower. As gorgeous as a red plum.

"Is it you? You caused all this?"

Unable to refute, he nodded lightly, shattering the last thing in Linger's eyes.

With a little hope, her face turned pale, and her slender body was shaking. When he stepped forward to help her, she avoided it.

The long silence made him panic, and he wanted to explain, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

That night, the young lady hanged herself.

Ling'er was busy cleaning her face, changing her clothes, putting her in the coffin, and carrying out the funeral. She never heard a word from him. He was waiting for her to figure it out, and for her to understand that he was more important than her young lady. …

However, after March [-]th, on that full moon night, he watched from the window that she changed into the best dress, pulled the lily sideburns, painted her eyebrows and put on powder, making her look beautiful and dignified.

He followed her all the way to the well where they had kissed for the first time.

That time, he was extremely thirsty and held up a bucket to drink water. When he put down the bucket, he saw the pain in her eyes, and felt sour for some reason. He stepped forward to hug her and kissed her. She didn't struggle, she was so cute...

It's a pity, this time, he knew that she was definitely not remembering her, but the end.

She stood by the well, so calm, without a single tear in her eyes, while he was staring under the tree, his feet seemed to be nailed to death, unable to move forward for half a step...

There is a slight smile on her face...

His heart was shattering...

There was a "plop" sound, and she went to accompany her young lady...

He carried the wine jar and walked to the well, and drank slowly one mouthful at a time. The fine sweet-scented osmanthus wine flowed through his stomach, it was unspeakably bitter...

It turns out that a woman's heart is so small, it turns out that he is really not as important as that lady...

That night, he drank all the tears of his life and shed all the blood in his heart...

Later, he became the secret one, and he became the secret one who laughed and laughed, but none of those laughs came from the bottom of his heart...

Secret Thirteen, the most reticent and ruthless of his subordinates, told him plainly that he was going to retreat, that he was going to survive nine deaths, and begging for that bleak life just to stay by a woman's side, he suddenly understood, It turned out that it wasn't that Ling'er's heart was too small, it wasn't that she couldn't take his position because she tolerated the guilt towards Miss, but that he never loved her as he imagined, he only loved himself...

(End of this chapter)