Just a moment later, a lively sheep was thrown down from the attic...
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho---" Hua Fan was so frightened that he wanted to get into Shangguan Jinnian's arms.
Hua Fan was born in a deep palace compound, went to the south of the Yangtze River and lived in the market. He had never seen any wild animals. Seeing the frightened sheep jumping around in panic, Hua Fan tucked his tail and lowered his head.
Then he ran into the bamboo forest.
Shangguan Jinnian narrowed his starry eyes slightly to look at her, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips. He was probably also amused by the eternal spectacle of a mythical beast being chased by a sheep.
When the sheep finally ran away, Hua Fan also realized that the majesty of his mythical beast had been wiped out. When he walked out of the bamboo forest dejectedly, he found that Shangguan Jinnian had come down from the attic at some point.
He was standing in front of Hua Fan, only a foot away. He had already covered his thin shirt with a black cloud-patterned crane cloak, and his long hair was spread over his shoulders. On his shoulders lay the old cat named Pig Liver.
Pork liver is his own cat, and when Shangguan Jinnian, the germaphobe, used to see it, he would always think about it as far as possible. Now seeing that they are so peaceful and even a little dependent on each other, Hua Fan can only feel the time.
Amazing.
Under the moon, Shangguan Jinnian's starry eyes are smiling. He looks so beautiful when he smiles, and Hua Fan is in a daze again. Although Shangguan Jinnian doesn't laugh often, even though he is just laughing now...
"Damn it!" That smile that can only appear in drunken dreams is as if the bright moon has become pale and colorless. But there is no chance of catching or hugging it again.
Shangguan Jinnian stretched out his palm toward her, spread it out, and placed two pieces of sugar-steamed cheesecake in his broad palm.
"Eighty percent are the leftovers from the little beast Pork Liver." Hua Fan thought that in the past, sugar-steamed cheesecake was Tang Mingzhen and Pork Liver's favorite.
As the saying goes, the memory of the stomach is much better than that of the brain. Seeing his favorite food as a child, Hua Fan felt his stomach thunder. He walked forward without hesitation and took a bite of the cake from Shangguan Jinnian's hand, chewing it with sharp tiger teeth.
It was very inconvenient to eat such small cakes, so she swallowed them after slurring for a few times.
Shangguan Jinnian couldn't help but burst out laughing again when he saw her silly look.
Hua Fan lowered his head, not daring to look at his smile again. Damn it, how could that face not change at all?
But unfortunately, only the heart is no longer there. How could this guy use the same body as before to hug another woman and kiss her so passionately!
With his palm, which was as warm as white jade, Hua Fan scratched hard with his barbed tiger's tongue. Blood marks immediately appeared, and a salty taste entered his mouth. Shangguan Jinnian was unprepared and was injured by her, so he immediately withdrew his hand and couldn't help but tell the tiger.
He was punched in the head.
Hua's eyes were filled with stars, and she felt embarrassed in her heart. With her useless look, she was clearly still the little doll asking for favor from her master.
Obviously now, she regards him as a sworn enemy, and he has found a new love.
"No more!" Shangguan Jinnian thought she wanted cheesecake. "Come for a walk with me." He simply ordered, then he picked up the pig liver and walked out the door.
"You really treat the mythical beast as your family dog, and you're still fine..." Hua Fan lingered on the spot for a long time, and finally followed him.
The mist dimmed the outline of Guanshan Mountain in the distance. The Wuding River gurgled alone in the dark night. The sound of a corner sounded, and a bright moon illuminated the Great Wall.
The emperor in black walked silently on the river embankment, with the white tiger guarding his side. Hua Fan found that they coincided with the night scene of the frontier fortress unexpectedly.
"You will let me think of my old friend occasionally," Shangguan Jinnian said, but did not look at the stupid tiger that would not answer him.
"There's a big difference between Bai Ze and Bai Hu. He's much bigger than Bai Hu. He has wings. He's so advanced!" Hua Fan complained crazily in his heart.
"I once thought that the sacred objects of channeling no longer exist in this world."
"If it weren't for revenge, I wouldn't be willing to make any spiritual artifact!" He continued to complain, but he couldn't hear it anyway.
Shangguan Jinnian suddenly stopped and turned towards her.
"After the psychic body dies, the soul will still be there, right? I wonder if you can help me find an old friend." Hua Fan will never forget his eyes at this moment, the coldest eyes in the world, which suddenly became dissociated.
When she got up, she instantly saw all the deep sadness in his eyes, which were so fragile that they seemed to break at the touch of a touch.
The bright moon is thousands of miles away, and the territory is vast and vast.
Hua Fan didn't express anything, pretending not to understand. Shangguan Jinnian's eyes gradually turned cold. He sneered low, turned around, and said nothing again.
Hua Fan was stunned for a long time before taking steps again.
Calling for spirits? Idiot. Obviously, I am right next to you.
The sound of the horn was as continuous as tears, and the song "Zhaojun Pipa" that evoked nostalgia was played. Hua Fan felt that there was liquid blurring the tiger's eyes.
After coming back to his senses for a moment, Hua Fan found that he had actually walked to a temple. To be precise, it was a Taoist temple. The Taoist temple was very large and seemed lonely in this vast desert. From the perspective of the new black paint,
, seems to be newly built.
Shangguan Jinnian walked in, while Hua Fan hesitated at the door.
"Nothing to exorcise demons, just come in."
Hua Fan then walked into the black door.
When I walked in, I discovered that this place was built by Shangguan Jinnian to enshrine the remains of the Tang family.
The dark hall, the fire in the alchemy furnace was blazing, and the white flags were flying in the night wind. It seemed that Shangguan Jinnian had re-enclosed his father's remains.
Shangguan Jinnian hugged the pig liver and stared at the night sky outside the door in a daze. Hua Fan looked at him and paid no attention to herself. He quietly walked to the tomb and silently bent down to worship his ancestors.
"Shall we go back to Chang'an?" Shangguan Jinnian's cold male voice sounded behind him. Hua Fan suspected that he heard wrongly.
"Since I have buried Tang's bones, shall we set off back to Chang'an tomorrow?" Hua Fan heard Shangguan Jinnian turn around and slowly approached him.
Hua Fan shuddered and her body froze involuntarily.
"I don't know how to call you, Ah Zhen, or... Hua Fan?"
Hua Fan's mind went blank for an instant.
Shangguan Jinnian's footsteps stopped next to Hua Fan. In the quiet temple, his breathing could be heard clearly.
After a moment of blankness, Hua Fan suddenly realized. It turned out that he had been testing things all along. Everything in the past two days was rolling in his mind. He must have known something for a long time.
Who is it? Smokey Red Tears? She couldn’t believe it.
Shangguan Jinnian knelt down, and before Huafan had time to think, he was wrapped tightly in his arms, almost suffocating. His cold tears wet Huafan's neck, making him dizzy.
His calm voice was trembling: "Shall we go home? I ran to this desert for you. Every day, I don't know how I got here."
Hua Fan's brain was completely damaged. When she closed her eyes, she could only feel Shangguan Jinnian's warm face and the tears falling from her eyes.
The night wind stirred up the white flags and shattered the clear glow on the ground.
Home is a temptation more beautiful than poppies. She also wants to abandon it all, just fall into this embrace, and never wake up again. Everything about right and wrong, hatred, everything seems to fly away in this embrace, and this long night seems to last forever.
dawn.
"I knew you were coming to Liangzhou when I was in Chang'an. I guarded you wholeheartedly, but it was too late and Yelu hurt you." Shangguan Jinnian said in a coquettish voice. He no longer even used "I" anymore, but replaced it with "I".
An old name.
He was chuckling, "My little idiot, I am a loner and I have always killed people without blinking an eye. How can any divine beast be free to come and protect me? The only one who can come to my door is my little idiot."
He took Hua's plush ears into his mouth and bit them gently. The hot elixir furnace made the air warm.
Hua Fan's mind was even more confused. There were too many causes and consequences that couldn't be connected at all. The only thing he could grasp was this embrace.
"Your Majesty, we have arrived." The wooden voice of the secret guard sounded outside the door.
The arm holding Hua Fan paused, but did not let go. "Bring her in."
Under the escort of several secret guards, his long brown hair was slightly messy, his face was pale, his eyes were getting darker and bluer, his clothes were disheveled, and stained with blood. Hua Fan knew the secret guards' methods, and when he saw Yan Honglei,
Such a look made her suddenly wake up.
She broke away from Shangguan Jinnian's arms, but found that she could no longer move. A large number of secret guards came in silently and guarded every corner of the mourning hall.
Her heart dropped, and her rationality returned. Oh my god, what was she doing just now? Hugging her enemy in the family mourning hall?
After pausing for a moment, she walked towards the dying Yanhongtear, but a secret guard stepped forward to block her way.
She lowered her head slightly, and her eyes had begun to turn into bright blood.
"Let her go" Shangguan Jinnian's voice sounded from behind.
The secret guard stepped aside, and she walked towards Yan Honglei.
Unable to look into those blue eyes, her gaze turned slightly to one side. There were too many questions in her mind. What were the missing memories after she committed suicide six years ago? How many demons are there in the world? Why didn't he follow her?
Go together to kill Yelu? Why did he fall into the hands of Shangguan Jinnian?
What she wants to ask most is whether the little lady betrayed her and told Shangguan Jinnian her whereabouts. But she can't say it now, and she doesn't dare to ask. In the past six years, she has given him enough trust, and if he did, he would betray her.
She really doesn't know anyone else she can trust.
Blood gurgled continuously from the inconspicuous wounds on his body, soaking into his clothes. Hua Fan frowned.
His body suddenly leaned forward, as if he couldn't hold it any longer, and blood seeped out of the corners of his lips. Hua Fan quickly stepped forward to catch him.
The moment she lowered her head, Hua Fan heard a spell, the spell Yan Honglei used to control her powers, and Hua Fan knew it very well.
"You don't have to stare like a bell, you're seeing ghosts in the middle of the night." Yan Honglei said loudly.
What Hua Fan heard was, "The exit to the northwest is not well guarded."
"It depends on what I do. It's all about taking care of one's own life." He said loudly and ruthlessly.
Hua Fan glanced at the northwest direction and saw that the defense was indeed weak. If he set fire to it, his chances of winning were not small.
Yan Honglei stood up and turned around pretending to be tough, but Hua Fan could tell that his breath was already disordered and out of shape.
After a short pause, Hua Fan turned around, walking slowly but without hesitation.