Li Qianfan climbed out of the pond half-death, and the consequence of this method of reducing fire was that he was sick.

In his memory, the last time he was infected with wind and cold was when he was a child. Maybe it was because he hadn't had a sick life for too long, or maybe it was something else. In short, this time the disease came in a fierce way. He had a fever and was confused for several days. He couldn't know when he could wake up after sleeping. It lasted for more than half a month and was still not very good.

During this period, Yan Xun came to visit him and saw him half-dead on the bed, his face was as pale as paper, and he was also thinner. When he spoke, he felt like he had a mouthful of sand in his throat, mute and dry, weak, and was completely different from his usual erotic appearance.

At this time, whether Li Qianfan can get up is a problem, let alone get up and beat him up. Seeing this, Yan Xun suddenly became angry and gave the medicinal materials he brought to Qi Xiu to support her. He pulled a chair over, and lazily sheep leaned on it, asking, "Qianfan... You said you are fine, why can't you think it's free and have to take a cold bath?"

Li Qianfan heard that he was gloating and frowned, but he was having a splitting headache and was too lazy to argue with him.

"Oh, the moon is on the head, and the beauty is on the side, but it's a pity that I can't eat it, and I can't eat it..." Yan Xun continued to pretend to sigh, seeing his face gradually covering his blackness, his heart was very happy, and he couldn't help but approach him and muttered, "Are you frozen, or... holding it down?"

Li Qianfan's face turned black and red when he said it. At this moment, he even had the heart to eat him, but he couldn't lift up a trace of strength. He only had a blue face and gritted his teeth and said, "You'd better hope that I'll be better later, so that you can get beaten later!"

When Yan Xun heard this, he covered his fragile little heart and smiled brightly. But even though that was the case, when he was about to recover, Yan Xun was not beaten when he came to him again.

To be precise, it was the news he brought to escape the disaster.

Li Qianfan expected it was indeed correct. Not long after, news came that Zhongzhou sent troops to Dijon. Since Xiao Yunye was able to take the initiative to send troops, I think the surroundings had already cleaned up and those who should have fallen are about to fall.

He was ill and he was not too busy. After almost a month, the war report came. About half a month ago, the king of Dijon led his troops to fight with Zhongzhou at Chiwu Peak, which bordered the two countries for seven days. In the end, Dijon was defeated and surrendered.

As soon as Dijon collapsed, a large number of its remaining fine weapons were also plundered, but Xiao Yunye did not collect any of them and sent them all to Qiankun wine. The other vassal states who wanted to rely on Dijon to transport iron weapons had no backing and the alliance was in danger.

The coffin of Xiao Yunye's mother was found in a secret passage at the collapsed southwest mountain. Interestingly, on the second day of Dijon's defeat, the King of Dijon disappeared, and it was not until the fifth day that he was discovered by soldiers from Zhongzhou who had cleared the battlefield.

In the past, King Dijon had already had his body and head differently. The flesh on his limbs was cut off by some blunt object, and he was put together again against the bones. His head was split in half from the middle, and his eyes were dug out, leaving only two empty and bloody holes. The rotten corpse had maggots, attracting a large number of mosquito bites, which made people feel nauseous. After knowing it, Qiankunjiu ordered his bones to be crushed and ashes.

The battle report brought by Yan Xun is concise and only has one sentence at the end - Who do you think the death of King Dijon?

Qi Xiu was puzzled and kept asking Li Qianfan who was so powerful that he could rob Dijon monarch in public and kill him so cruelly.

Li Qianfan didn't say anything. Somehow, a perverse and indifferent face suddenly appeared in his mind.

...

There was a dilapidated wooden house in the wilderness, with half a piece of roof collapsed, and the walls surrounding the wooden boards collapsed, as if no one had lived in it for a long time. When the wind blew, the surrounding wood made a thick and harsh sound, which sounded precarious. There were layers of spider webs stacked in the corner of the room, and a thick layer of dust accumulated on the ground. With a slight movement, the dust would scatter. The house emitted a strong smell of moldy wood, which made people unable to open their eyes. The beam of the roof was broken and hung crookedly on the side, and it was possible to fall down at any time.

King Dijon is over fifty years old and his figure remains fair. After seven consecutive days of bloody battles, his body is covered in blood at this moment, and there is a bit of vicissitudes and decay between his eyebrows and eyes. However, the king's spirit is still there. Even though he is tied to a dirty chair, he still looks calmly at the boy in black on the opposite side.

Juechen slowly cooked the tea, poured out a cup and handed it to him, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "Do you want to drink it?"

His tone was respectful, but his movements were indescribable. The King of Dijon moved his head slightly to one side, and his meaning was self-evident.

The curve of the corners of Juechen's lips became larger, "I finally cooked it... It's better." He smiled and poured the hot cup of hot tea on the corner of King Dijon's mouth bit by bit.

The skin there was the most delicate and sensitive. When it was scalded by hot hot water, a bubble immediately appeared. The King of Dijon knew that if he resisted, he might be treated even more cruelly, so he endured it without saying a word.

Juechen picked the corners of his lips and sat aside again to look at the person in front of him. A layer of red color was faintly lingering in his eyes, and madness and jealousy were constantly intertwined. A sinister and refreshing smile was hanging on the corner of his mouth. The two expressions collided, but they were placed under a very calm face, which looked inexplicably twisted and weird.

The two looked at each other with their own thoughts, and neither of them wanted to speak until a rustling sound broke the silence at this moment.

Before King Dijon could tell where the sound came from, the figure in front of him flashed, and almost at the same time, the sounds had already stopped. Juechen slowly returned to the stool, and there was something gray and furry in his hand. He didn't know what he was chewing in his mouth, eating with relish, with a look of satisfaction and enjoyment, and a trace of red blood spilled out of the corners of his lips.

King Dijon's face finally changed, and his abdomen was involuntarily spasming. It was a gray mouse, his body was held in his hand, and his head had been bitten half.

Juechen slowly swallowed the things in his mouth, smacked his lips with satisfaction, stretched out his tongue, and swept his lips slowly across his lips, as if he was enjoying it, and the remaining blood was also swept into his mouth by him.

King Dijon's pupils shrank, and he finally couldn't help but bent down and started to retching.

Juechen took the remaining half of the mouse and walked forward two steps, half squatted in front of him, gently sent his hand to him, and asked with a smile: "Do you want to taste it?"

King Dirong was afraid that he would be stuffed into a dead mouse when he opened his mouth. Even though his stomach was shattered, he held it over and looked at Juechen and asked, "Who are you, why did you imprison me here?"

Juechen approached him with half of the mouse in his hand, and their faces were almost pressed together. He was smiling clearly, but it made people feel chilled behind his back. The forbearing voice spit out from his lips and teeth, with a disgusting smell of blood, "I won't remember me so soon... brother-in-law?"

King Dijon was shocked and even forgot his fear. He stared at the person in front of him incredibly. What a familiar name, but the person who called him this name had died more than ten years ago, and the voice was also sealed in his distant memory. If he hadn't heard it again today, he would have almost forgotten it.

"Hehe... Do you think of me? Brother-in-law." A slightly childish laugh that sounded like he was not as good as his age was strange.

King Dijon's eyes tightened and stared at Juechen in disbelief. After ten years of baptism, the boy in front of him had changed drastically, paranoid and sinister, and had a pervert that made people want to stay away from. In any case, he could not connect him with the innocent and clear child ten years ago.

"You are...you are..." Looking at his current appearance, the high-ranking queen suddenly felt a bit cold.

In a panic, he couldn't even say clearly, "Ah...Ah? You haven't already..."

He killed him with his own hands ten years ago, and it was a single arrow piercing his heart. He repeatedly confirmed himself, how could he be resurrected now?

"No, no! Aze has been killed by me. Who are you?" King Dijon asked sternly.

Juechen nodded, "Wenren Ze will naturally die. The surviving person is Aze's ghost, haha."

Ghost? There are no ghosts in this world, so how can there be ghosts that can be flesh and blood without fear of the sun? But after major changes, his mind has been distorted. Thinking of him just now tasting the appearance of a mouse with relish, King Dijon shed a few drops of cold sweat on his head. At first, he didn't dare to put it so hard that he had to believe it. Now his eyes were filled with fear, and he couldn't help but shrink back, trying to stay away from him and a little further away.

"Ah, Ah Ze..."

"Don't call me that!" Jue Chen's eyes suddenly became sharp, and a thick layer of blood was covered in his eyes. He threw away the rat in his hand. Looking at his fishy rat blood, he put it on the shoulders of Dijon with a smile. His pale fingers gently swayed at the broken corners of Dijon's mouth, and his voice was as cold as ghosts, "I'm back, my brother-in-law looks unhappy."

After being fumed by the smelly rat blood, the Dijon King almost vomited out, and his cold sweat dripped and his face was scared to death.

"Do you know why I like to eat this? Because I survived by eating mice. This little thing is my life-saving benefactor. Every time I eat it, I can think of how exciting it was at that time."

"By the way, my sister asked me a dream last night, saying that she was in pain and that he missed her brother-in-law..." Juechen's bloody finger suddenly reached into the mouth of King Dijon. The fishy smell instantly defeated his last trace of reason. He actually forgot his fear and shouted at Juechen in despair.

"Enough! You're enough! Wen Renjin has the face to miss me! When I welcomed her into the palace, she gave her the position of concubines, and all the concubines in the palace were dismissed, and she was alone pampered her and tried her best to please her. But what about her?" King Dijon looked ferocious, and she burst into tears, almost crying, "This bitch is actually carrying me on his back and enjoying me outside! Even his children are wild breeds! Shouldn't Wen Renjin die? Shouldn't she die! I'm going to kill her and kill her! Hahahahahaha!"

Juechen looked at the crazy King Dijon coldly, "Who should have killed her, who would have betrayed you? But you shouldn't have, you shouldn't have, you shouldn't have let her die in that way."

The sky outside the window was dyed blood red by the sunset, which looked like that day ten years ago. He would never forget it forever. In the sunset that day, he could finally enter the palace to visit his sister. When he arrived at Qixia Palace, he saw a broken person.

All the limbs were still there, but they were cut down and pieced together again. The clothes were messy, the blood and tears in the eyes had dried up, and they just lay alone on the cold ground, the once warm body as cold as ice.

Later I heard that before my sister died, she had been humiliated by more than a dozen people. Among those, there were ordinary peddlers, half-old men who had been bastard for life, prisoners who were imprisoned, beggars at the streets, and even gangsters who were infected with flower and willow diseases.

Sometimes, it only takes a moment to change a person's mind.

The little boy, from that moment on, became extremely bloodthirsty. After years of endurance, he finally met his old friends today.

"Aren't you curious about how I survived?" Juechen pulled his clothes down, and a scar on his chest was extremely conspicuous, much higher than his normal skin. Even though he had healed now, he could still see how fierce the sword was.

He grabbed the King Dijon's hand and pressed it against his chest, with a touch of treacherousness on the corner of his lips.

There was no fluctuation under the flesh, and King Dijon suddenly realized, "You, your heart is actually on the right."

The strangeness at the corner of Juechen's lips deepened a little. "To the right?" As he said that, he pressed his hand to the left chest again, and was very satisfied to see the expected shock.

"You must be curious about how people born without a heart can survive, right?" Juechen said casually, with a satisfied smile on his lips. "I'm also curious, but God has let me survive. There is one thing I think I'd better tell you."

"What's the matter?" King Dijon fell into the chair and felt extremely tired.

"Although Dijon is small, he is very kind. He actually wants to annex Tianji and Zhongzhou, but your trick has been seen through long ago. But this is not important. Even if Tianji and Zhongzhou do not see through your trick, you will not be considered a king for a long time." Juechen said, pulling off a piece of his sleeve and slowly wiping his hands. He was too lazy to wait for him to ask questions, and said to himself: "The vassal state is no longer under your control. Emperor Helian promised Lutuga to be more than ten thousand people, why would he not do it?"

So that's what he believed most, the one he betrayed. The King of Dijon was so angry that his face turned pale and gritted his teeth, "Lutujia... What a Marquis of Li! Fortunately, I love and value him so much, he actually sold his country for honor!"

Juechen disagreed very much, "The rules and stolen the country are not fake, but they are not for the sake of honor."

"Why is that?"

"Because... you took him away the reason for protecting Dijon in the end... Wen Renjin."

King Dirong was stunned, shocked and could not come back to his senses for a long time, "You mean, A Jin... and Lu Hou? Hahahaha!" He laughed like crazy, even more sad than crying.

Juechen frowned and kicked him, and the face of Dijon was immediately purple. He walked in, pierced his neck, and forced him to look at him, "Brother-in-law, have you ever loved my sister?"

His voice was cold and low, his face was as sarcastic as a ghost, like a revenge ghost.

I remembered that when I first met Wen Renjin, she was accompanying Wen Renjin with interest in the sun, and her crisp voice was like a spring water jingling, and her bright smile hung on her face, which was so beautiful. The King of Dijon suddenly wanted to laugh and nodded. If he had never loved her, how could he end her life in such a tragic way because of love?

Juechen picked up the corners of his lips, "It's great, then you can continue to accompany my sister. The underworld is cold, she is too lonely."

King Dijon was already completely disappointed, so he slowly closed his eyes and said, "Go on."

"Don't worry, brother-in-law." Juechen took out a rusty knife from his arms. It seemed that even a soft steamed bun would not be able to cut it smoothly. "Sister is a weak woman. She is most afraid of being bullied by bad people. If you lose your hands and feet and can't see her again, you can't bully her."

"Brother-in-law, before killing someone in the next life, remember to confirm whether that person has a heart." Juechen reminded him kindly, and with a shrill scream, the knife penetrated deep into the eyes of King Dijon.

He once felt inferior to himself that he had no heart, nor had he ever felt the feeling of heartbeat. But later, he was extremely grateful for his flaw. If it weren't for this flaw, he would never have revenged his revenge with his sister.

Four hours later, the door of the broken house finally opened. Juechen was covered in blood and did not turn his head back, and there was a silence behind him.

Here, birds sing and flowers scented, surrounded by mountains and rivers. The underground river carries all the beautiful moments of his childhood. But now, the mountains have collapsed and the river has dried up, and everything is no longer the same as before.

Then, it will be completely destroyed.

The blazing fire swept across the entire field with the momentum of devouring everything.

Wenrenze, Lu Yeqi, Juechen... There are countless names he used to live, all of which disappeared in this sea of ​​fire. Since then, there has never been this person in the world.

When Yan Xun went up the mountain again, it was already after the army in Zhongzhou returned to the court. He kept talking about his previous experiences.

"You didn't see it. When they came back, there were already crowds of people outside the city. Many girls threw flowers at them. Even the young General Zheng, who looked fierce and inconsistent with the most charming face, got several bouquets of flowers. His ears were so ashamed that he couldn't escape quickly. You really can't say that a few girls were so beautiful and tender... If you were there, you would definitely be chased and ran around the street again."

Li Qianfan sneered at him, "I didn't win the battle, why do I do for me?"

"Their lair you found! Otherwise, how could you drive straight into the nest this time?" Yan Xun leaned close to Li Qianfan's ear and whispered: "The coffin of Yunye's mother has also been found, and it is in the secret passage at the foot of the mountain southwest of Dijon. How about it? Let's celebrate together in the evening?"

"Well, just find it." Li Qianfan said with relief, "But forget it, Yun Ye should be busy with anxiety at this time. Besides, with A Xiu there, I won't go to the fairy placing the mat." When talking about Qi Xiu, his face softened.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Yan Xun looked at the "well-behaved and sensible" brother and couldn't help but shake the goosebumps on his body. "Qianfan, I have a question that I have always wanted to ask you, when did you fall in love with someone else's little sleeve?"

Li Qianfan thought about it carefully, "Maybe I fell in love with it a long time ago but I didn't realize it. When I found out that I was moved by her, one night, the stars in the sky were beautiful."

Yan Xun was in a fog while listening, "What does it have to do with the beauty of Xingxing or discovering that you fell in love with Xiaoxiu?"

Li Qianfan smiled, "In the past, I wanted to draw any beautiful scenery I saw for my brother to see. But that night, the first thing I thought of was A Xiu."
To be continued...