Anthology of Gu Long: End of the World, Bright Moon, Knife

Chapter 11 Before the duel (2)
Ni Hui said: "He will definitely let you wait, and come back when you are upset. The more upset you are, the more opportunities he will have."

She smiled, and continued: "This is also a strategy. People like you should have thought of it a long time ago."

She shook her head again suddenly: "You wouldn't think of it, because you are a gentleman, but I am not, so I can teach you a way to deal with a villain like him."

what way?
Fu Hongxue didn't ask, nor did he refuse to listen.

Ni Hui said: "He asked you to wait, but you can also ask him to wait."

A tooth for a tooth, a person's way, and a person's body!
This is a very old method, and very old methods usually work well.

Ni Hui said: "We can take a stroll before we come back, we can even go to play two games of chess, drink two glasses of wine, and let him wait for you here until he dies of anxiety."

Fu Hongxue didn't respond.

Ni Hui said: "I'll take you to the cellar where our wine is stored first. If we're lucky, we might be able to find a jar or two of my aunt's daughter's wine left when she got married."

She was in high spirits, and before he could respond, she reached for his hand—his hand holding the knife.

No one can touch this hand.

As soon as her delicate and beautiful fingers touched his hand, she suddenly felt a strange and powerful shock.

This shocking force actually ejected her whole body.

She wanted to stop, but she couldn't stand still, and finally fell to the ground, falling very hard!

She didn't call out this time because her eyes were red and her voice was choked: "I just want to make friends with you and do something for you. Why do you treat me like this?"

She rubbed her nose as if she might cry at any moment.

She looked like a tiny little girl, pitiful and cute.

Fu Hongxue didn't look at her, never looked at her, didn't even glance at her, but said coldly, "Get up, there are snakes in the grass."

Ni Hui was even more aggrieved: "My bones are about to fall apart, how can you tell me to stand up?"

She rubbed her eyes again with the hand that rubbed her nose: "I might as well just be bitten to death by a poisonous snake."

Fu Hongxue's pale face was still completely expressionless, but his people had already walked over here.

He knew the power he sent out just now—it wasn't completely sent out from his hand, he held the knife in his hand, and the same power came out from the knife.

With the knife in his hand, it seemed to have life itself.

Where there is life, there is strength.

potential for life.

The strength of this kind of power is almost as terrifying as the indestructible "sword energy".

He really shouldn't use this kind of power against her!
Ni Hui curled up on the grass and simply covered her face with her hands.

Her hands are white and small.

Fu Hongxue couldn't help stretching out his hand to pull her—of course it was the hand that wasn't holding the knife.

She didn't resist, nor dodge.

Her hands are soft and warm.

Fu Hongxue hadn't touched a girl's hand for a long, long time.

He restrained his desires more thoroughly than almost all the ascetics in the world.

But he was a man, and not too old.

She obediently stood up, moaning softly. He was trying to help her stand still, but unexpectedly she fell into his arms.

Her body was warmer and softer.

He could even feel his heart beating, and of course she could feel it too.

Strangely, at the same moment, he suddenly had a very strange feeling again.

He suddenly felt murderous.

Just then, she had drawn a knife.

A seven-inch long knife stabbed at the vital point of his armpit.

Her face still looked like a tiny little girl, but her hand was as vicious as a cobra.

It's a pity that her knife still missed.

Fu Hongxue's men shrank suddenly, the blade that should have pierced his flesh and blood, but just brushed against his skin!

At the same moment, she realized that her stab had missed, and her body had jumped up!

Like the kind of poisonous snake that can suddenly spring up from the ground at any time, as soon as she jumped up, she turned over in the air!

After turning over and over again, her toes were already hanging on the cornice of the Hexagonal Pavilion.

There is a strong point on the foot, and the body turns out again, and it has reached the top of the tree five feet away.

She originally wanted to run away further, but Fu Hongxue didn't chase after her, so she stopped running and stood on a very soft branch with one foot, and she was able to curse at people.

Her lightness kung fu is really high, and her ability to swear is even higher.

"It's only now that I know why the woman you used to abandon you, because you are not a man at all. Not only do you have problems with your legs, but you also have problems with your heart."

She didn't scold harshly, but every word was like a needle, piercing into Fu Hongxue's heart.

A strange blush suddenly appeared on Fu Hongxue's pale face, and he clenched his hands tightly.

He could hardly bear to draw his knife.

But he didn't move, because he suddenly found that the pain in his heart was not as strong as he imagined.

His pain was originally like a fire mark branded on cattle and sheep, it was always vivid!

Every smile, every tear, every bit of truth, every lie of hers has been deeply branded in his heart.

He has been well hidden.

Until the moment he saw Ming Yuexin—all the pain hidden in his memory reappeared vividly before his eyes.

At that moment, no one can imagine the blow he endured.

What was even more unexpected to him was that since that blow, his pain has subsided. The pain that he didn't even dare to think about before has become bearable now.

——The pain in the human heart is sometimes like a rotten wound. The more you don’t touch it, the deeper it rots. If you give it a hard knife to make it bleed, it may stop.

When Fu Hongxue raised his head, he had completely recovered his composure.

Ni Hui was still on the branch, looking at him in surprise, he didn't pull out his knife, but just said lightly: "Let's go."

This time Ni Hui was really obedient, she walked really fast.

The sun is setting towards the west, and the shadow of the Liujiao Pavilion has already appeared.

Fu Hongxue didn't move, not even his posture.

The shadow grows, longer.

Fu Hongxue still didn't move.

People didn't move, and neither did their hearts.

If a person has been used to loneliness and loneliness for a long time, then for him, waiting is no longer a pain.

In order to wait for the first time to draw the sword, he waited for 19 years, but that time drawing the sword was meaningless and fruitless!

He waited 19 years just to kill someone, to avenge his parents and family.

But when he drew his sword, he found that he was not a descendant of this family at all, and had nothing to do with this matter at all.

This is not just irony.

This satire is too bitter and vicious for anyone.

But he still accepted it, because he had to accept it.

He has since learned to be patient.

If Du Lei could understand this, maybe he wouldn't have to wait.

——When you want me to wait for you, don’t you also wait for yourself!

There are many things in the world that are like the double edge of a sword.

—When you are about to hurt someone else, you tend to hurt yourself in the same way.

Sometimes you hurt yourself even more than the other person!
Fu Hongxue exhaled lightly, only feeling very calm.

Now is the moment.

This gloomy house is at the end of a long dark alley. The original owner was a sick and miserly old man. It is said that he was not discovered until his corpse stinks.

Peacock rented this house, not because of stinginess.

He has enough strength to live in the best inn, but he would rather live here.

For him, the name "Peacock" is also a kind of irony.

His person is by no means like that kind of gorgeous and noble bird that likes to show off, but like a bat that only sees the sun.

He was lying on the cold, hard plank bed when Thumb came in.

The only small window in the house has been nailed to death, and the light is so dark that it looks like a bat's cave.

Thumb sat down, panting, he never understood why the peacock liked living here.

Peacock didn't even look at him, and waited until his panting became a little quieter before asking, "Where's Du Lei?"

Thumb said: "He's still waiting."

Peacock said: "When I broke up with him, it was Weishi."

Peacock said again: "How long is he going to keep Fu Hongxue waiting?"

Thumb said: "I've already told him, at least we won't go until Shen Shi."

A vicious smile appeared on the corner of Peacock's mouth, and said: "Standing in that ghostly place and waiting for two hours, I'm afraid that kind of crime is very uncomfortable."

Thumb frowned and said, "I'm only worried about one thing."

Peacock said: "What's the matter?"

Thumb said: "Although Fu Hongxue is waiting, Du Lei himself is also waiting. I'm only worried that he can't bear it more than Fu Hongxue."

Peacock said indifferently: "If he died under Fu Hongxue's knife, would you have lost anything?"

Thumb said: "No."

Peacock said: "Then what do you have to worry about?"

Thumb smiled, wiped his sweat with his sleeve, and said, "I have some good news for you."

The peacock is listening.

Thumb said: "Yan Nanfei has really been poisoned, and the poison is very severe."

Peacock asked: "Where did this news come from?"

Thumb said: "It was bought with 500 taels of silver!"

Peacock's eyes lit up, and said: "The news that can be worth 500 taels of silver is usually very reliable."

Thumb said: "So we can kill him at any time."

Peacock said: "Let's go now."

Now is the moment.

Long past noon, the sun is stronger and hotter, the spring is getting old, and the long summer is coming.

Fu Hongxue didn't like summer.

Summer belongs to the children - during the day, they roll naked in the pond, somersault on the grass, pick strawberries, and catch butterflies. At night, they sit under the melon shed and eat melons soaked in well water, listening to adults talking about foxes. Ghost, catch another bag of Liuying, put it in a gauze bag, and go to the young aunts and aunts to exchange some zongzi candies.

Golden summer, golden childhood, always only joy, no sorrow.

But Fu Hongxue never had a summer that was truly his own.

In the summer in his memory, he was either sweating or bleeding, he was either hiding in the hot undergrowth practicing hard to draw his sword, or he was waiting to draw his sword in the scorching desert!

Draw the knife!

Over and over again, never ending sword drawing!

This simple action has become the most important part of his life.

When is the next time you draw a knife?
——The knife itself symbolizes death.

——The moment to draw the sword is the moment to die.

This time he pulled out his knife, who died?

Fu Hongxue lowered his head, staring at the hand holding the knife, his hand was cold, pale, and the knife was pitch black.

Just then, he heard Du Lei's footsteps.

At this time, it was three quarters before the end of time.

(End of this chapter)