Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

“…”

“Are you trying to say that things that are hard to forget are always hard to forget.”

“…”

“If remembering makes people sad, then everything that is remembered is probably sad for you.”

“What do you want to say?”

“Just do well now.”

“Really?”

Ye Gucheng, is he really questioning? Hua Manlou thought, and suddenly laughed. I didn’t expect that someone like Ye Gucheng would have such a question.

But it’s inexplicable, and it doesn’t feel abrupt or weird.

It seems that he is such a person.

Hua Manlou said, “It’s just that you don’t want to do it at all.” His eyes fell on the bright flowers in front of him, and he said lightly, “I see that you are resisting yourself, you are resisting, fate.”

“Fate?” Jiang Chen also laughed, a mocking laugh, “What is fate.”

“Just like flowers.”

“As fresh and beautiful?” His laugh chilled people’s hearts, and his tone was cold and thin, “Don’t you know that there will always be people whose lives are not gardens, but swamps.”

“Grow good flowers, and the swamp will become a garden.”

What kind of life a person wants to live still depends on himself.

"Hmph." Jiang Chen walked out of the room.

Downstairs, there were colorful flowers.

The fragrance came with the wind.

Jiang Chen looked at the bright light in the sky, "No need to see me off."

Hua Manlou said, "Are you leaving?"

He didn't hear his answer, but he didn't hear his footsteps either. Hua Manlou nodded slightly and smiled, "Then, City Lord, have a safe journey."

Jiang Chen looked at him.

The fate he mentioned...

Fate?

What is fate?

If Hua Manlou, who loves life, is like him, facing the loss of life from time to time, and wandering alone on a long journey, can he still accept it so calmly?

Jiang Chen looked at him, and Hua Manlou's face was still calm and indifferent, as always. It was as if he didn't feel Jiang Chen's anger.

Nothing can change his gentle and happy heart. Even if it makes others sad, painful, and desperate, he can always face it with a warm smile in the end.

He has always been facing the sun.

The same calm heart.

One is the cold and dead air, the other is the warm morning sun.

Why do things in the world always go to two completely different poles?

Why are there such free and easy people who live up to the bright morning sun?

He obviously lost his eyes, and he was obviously incomplete! But...

Every second he spent with Hua Manlou was like a torture.

He could really feel how ridiculous and embarrassed he was!

Jiang Chen said slowly, "Sometimes, people think that people like you should die."

"Don't always say it's scary." Hua Manlou chuckled, "Don't you think we are very similar?"

"Funny." Jiang Chen lowered his eyes, "If you live a long time, you will be similar to everyone."

However, in the end, it was just an appearance. The real me has only one name that I still remember. Where is the rest, the real him.

Hua Manlou's eyes fell on him accurately.

Lived a long time? He was only thirty, how could it be a long time?

Ye Gucheng, who was still in front of him, had jumped onto the eaves of one side and left with his sword.

His footsteps could no longer be heard. Hua Manlou turned around, went back to the room, rolled up the picture on the table, and put it away.

The Yellow River flows far away between the white clouds, and there is a lonely city and a mountain.

Ye Gucheng, is it really like his name, a lonely city with a leaf?

Whether it is a flower or a leaf, they can't live alone after all. They are all creatures of the tribe. A bunch of flowers, a leaf, they can't be alone.

If there is only one leaf in such a big city, how sad it would be?

Hua Manlou turned his head and looked at the flowers downstairs. Or, Jiang Chen Jiangchen, with this name, will he wait quietly, waiting for the dawn?

The small building was illuminated by the warm April sun, and all kinds of flowers came. The east wind passed by, and the fragrance of flowers came to his face.

Hua Manlou leaned on the railing, closed his eyes, and the smile on his face deepened.

He could imagine the scene of red petals floating across the blue sky, fluttering and falling all over this small building.

This is where life is, where beauty is.

The reason why people are human is for the beauty of this world. If one's life is confined to the grief of loss, wouldn't it be too unfair to the precious life?

He is in the darkness without eyes, but he still lives under the warm sun.

Jiang Chen has already stopped his Qinggong, and his white clothes have stopped moving. He stopped at the corner of the green tile eaves, raised his hand, and the red flowers fell into his hands.

Standing alone.

The wind brought red flowers, some of which fell from the sky.

Passers-by came and went under his feet.

The lively hawking.

Jiang Chen stood in the wind, looking at the bright flowers in his hand, his expression was hard to tell.

Ye Gucheng.

If he was really just Ye Gucheng, why would he be so worried about it.

He was worried because he knew too well who he really was, because he knew too well the real past, and because he knew too well that he was no longer the past, but he could not forget it.

It was just because the road ahead was endless and chilling.

What trapped him was more than just a lonely city.

He didn't know what he would face in the future.

People get tired. And Jiang Chen just happened to be a tired person.

He stood for a while and finally left here.

He found a ferry, found a small boat, and went out to sea.

The sun falls on the sea.

Blue sea, golden light.

Sparkling, boundless.

Jiang Chen rarely goes out to sea alone, he doesn't like the sea.

The last time he went back to Baiyun City, he was with Baiyun City people. When he left Baiyun City, he was with Hua Manlou.

Today, he floated on the sea alone.

He sat by the boat, silent.

He usually doesn't talk much, and alone, he has nothing to talk about.

In the sea, this small boat looks so small.

Compared with the so-called sky, people are just like mayflies.

Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen, can you really wait until the dawn?

...

Ximen Chuxue died.

City Lord Ye is back safely.

That's good.

People in Baiyun City always keep an eye on their city lord.

Of course, they know the rules of swordsmen fighting. No matter life or death.

But they can see their city lord coming back safely. Baiyun City is all excited.

April has passed.

Even in Baiyun City, it is difficult to resist the spread of Lu Xiaofeng's reputation.

It is said that Lu Xiaofeng has uncovered another shocking case. It is said that Lu Xiaofeng forced the new head of Wudang, Mu Dao Ren, to death. It is said that Mu Dao Ren had a daughter, Ye Xue, when she was young. She attempted to kill Lu Xiaofeng but failed and committed suicide.

The most popular thing during this period was the two or three things that Lu Xiaofeng and Miss Ye had to say. What about Ye Xue falling in love with Lu Xiaofeng and finally being unable to kill him, and what about Lu Xiaofeng forcing his lover's father to death, people can talk about it for three days and two nights.

Is Baiyun City really as peaceful and worry-free as the people below see? Is Lord Ye really as safe and sound as they see?

Not necessarily.

This is the third assassination that Jiang Chen has experienced since returning to Baiyun City.

The one who made the move was actually someone from Baiyun City.

Someone who has lived in Baiyun City for a long time.

Someone whose family background is clear and whose ancestors settled here.

After checking twice, there is no suspicious trace.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes, turned sideways, and kicked without hesitation.

Moonlight fell in from the window, reflected in his eyes, without a trace of extra emotion.

A cold light flashed before his eyes.

After being kicked on the wrist, the dagger in the black-clothed man's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The man was startled, obviously not expecting that he, who was originally sleeping soundly, would suddenly wake up.

He took a breath and turned back, landing on the table opposite the bed, dressed in black, only a pair of bright eyes were full of murderous intent.

The porcelain bottle on the table was smashed to the ground.

Jiang Chen, wearing a white middle-length coat and his hair was loose, stood up, looking at the attacker indifferently, "What? Dare to come?"

The black-clothed man did not speak, he just raised his hand suddenly, and five hidden weapons with purple light had been shot out from his sleeves.

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, and when he turned around, the white clothes on the hanger beside the bed had flown over, passed in front of him, and all the hidden weapons were caught.

"Keng, Keng, Keng, Keng!"

Five crisp sounds, the hidden weapon has fallen from the white clothes to the ground.

The man in black saw that it was not good, his eyes turned cold, and he jumped over the table and pushed it casually. The heavy pear wood table rushed over at an extremely fast speed.

There is no doubt that if it hits a person, at least four or five ribs will be broken.

And he has already jumped out of the window.

Sure enough, the two men failed the first two times, and it was not accidental.

He turned around and wanted to see the situation of Ye Gucheng.

But!

Ye Gucheng in the room has disappeared.

A huge force came from his chest.

He turned his head in disbelief, and sure enough, he saw Ye Gucheng's kick.

It seems that he can hear the sound of wind from his legs.

Ye Gucheng has stood firmly.

The pupils of the man in black dilated a little.

How could it be? Doesn't Ye Gucheng often use a sword? With his skills, he is almost as good as Sikong Zhaixing, the so-called first light skill in the world. How could he be caught up by Ye Gucheng so easily!

How did the man in black escape from the window, and how did he fall in from the window.

He fell to the ground, coughed twice, climbed up, turned his head and saw that Ye Gucheng had already sat down, holding a teapot in his hand and pouring a cup of tea.

The tea was still warm. Because the steam was rising.

The fragrance of tea was spreading.

The pupils of the man in black shrank slightly. Why was the tea still hot when people were sleeping? Unless, unless Ye Gucheng had not fallen asleep at all just now!

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, but he heard Ye Gucheng holding the cup of steaming tea and said, "Death, or..."

The face of the man in black turned pale under the mask, "Shouldn't."

Jiang Chen said indifferently, "Who sent you?"

The man in black snorted coldly.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, but under the moonlight, he didn't have any gentleman's smile, and the feeling of being inverted and confused was not raised at all. The man in black was just creepy.

How could anyone laugh so happily after being assassinated and not finding the murderer yet!

The man in black calmed down and said hoarsely, "Do you really want to know?"

His vocal cords seemed to have been burned by fire, and the sound he made was like the harsh sound of two pieces of sandpaper grinding.

He got up from the ground, knelt on the ground and moved forward two feet, his hand slowly touching his waist.

Ye Gucheng seemed to be unaware, he raised the teacup in his hand and took a sip.

The man in black's eyes lit up, and the poison powder bag in his hand had been raised, but he did not see the scene he imagined of the poison powder flying and the person on the seat falling down.

Because a pot of boiling tea hit his hand, soaking the poison powder.

Jiang Chen kicked him, this time, without mercy.

The man in black hit the wall hard, his face turned black, and he spat out blood.

He fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while.

Jiang Chen stepped on his back with one foot and smiled slightly, "I know even if you don't tell me. Is he sent by Wu Ming?"

He continued, "Gong Jiu... is really useless."

The pupils of the man in black dilated instantly. Even though he was stepped on by one foot, he inexplicably seemed to have a thousand-pound force, making it difficult for him to move. "You..."

He looked up at the person standing steadily high above with difficulty, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

The fear in his heart spread like a creeper. How could it be! Almost no one in the world knows about the existence of the old man! Ye Gucheng! ...

The cold wind blew, and Ye Gucheng's eyebrows were filled with indifference, and he exerted a little force on his feet. The man in black gritted his teeth and stared at him. He only saw Ye Gucheng with his back to the moonlight, his expression shrouded in shadows, gloomy and unpredictable, making people's scalps numb.

"You!" How did he know!

Jiang Chen raised his foot and dropped it.

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of his sternum breaking.

Jiang Chen retracted his foot and said slowly, "It's just a trick." He suddenly smiled, "It seems that your IQ is really a bit low."

The masked man widened his eyes and fell silent. The blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth. He stared at the eyes with questions that had not been answered, and his face was already covered with a pale deathly aura.

Jiang Chen glanced at the dead man under his feet and walked out of the room.

The cool breeze made people sober.

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes and his murderous aura was restrained.

He looked up at the full moon, it was full again.

He smiled suddenly.

Wu Ming, Wu Ming...

Lu Xiaofeng hasn't come yet, these people really can't wait.

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How can the male protagonist not be Su (●°u°●)??

Everything is off the charts except for the mood being stable