How to Survive As a Villain

Sorrow can’t be shackled. A lonely lamp, Xiao Yuan sat at the table and looked at the two nephews in his hand, a red-cut flower, a white jade innocent. Xiao Yu'an is now full of Zhao Gonggong's words at this moment: The curtains of Wu Ning's lord, are they all strict?

At the end of the decision, Xiao Yuan collected the scorpion and took the clothes to go to the Tai Medical Hall.

Inside the room, Xiao Yuan pushed in and found that Luohe Qing was waiting for him at the bedside. About because of the injury, there was no blood on his face, and his pale lips were lifeless.

Xiao Yu'an thought of his own decision, and he had to swallow the words he cares about.

"Yuhe Qing." Xiao Yuan stood with his hand in his hand, and his voice was very light. "I didn't expect that there were some things that we both couldn't hide from, and couldn't avoid it."

Luohe Qing looked at him, remembering that he saw it at the beginning of the firewood house, Xiao Yuan sat on the firewood, and smiled and patted him to sit next to him.

How long has it been, how long?

The river was dumb and dumb, and the voice dried up: "Do you believe me?"

Xiao Yuan took out the two-inch scroll and gently placed it on the table: "What do you want me to believe in you?"

In fact, Xiao Yu'an is seriously asking, but he can hear it, but he feels full of ridicule.

The scroll seemed to be a sharp blade, and the last hope of the river was cleared.

Yes, how can he still dare to ask Xiao Yu'an to believe?

Xiao Yu'an has helped him a lot, all kinds of friendly, and what about him? Deliberately guessing, colluding with others, and even causing Xiao Yuan to be killed by Wu Ning Wang Ye.

Once he was treated with sorrow and sorrow, he exchanged betrayal, changed him to be, and could not forgive himself.

Why, and what is his face to let Xiao Yu'an believe in himself?

Xiao Yuan casually reached out and opened the scroll on the table. "Hehe Qing, I realized that you really want to leave, too, this Northland has only endless humiliation and resentment for you?"

The river was clear and low, and it seemed to be ignorant. The candlelight on the bed was blown by the cool breeze outside the window. The fire leaped in the face of the river without blood, but it did not jump into his dark eyes.

Endless humiliation and resentment?

Yes, there is nothing wrong with it.

Northland has only this for him.

From the moment when the iron horse of the Northland stepped into the South Yan State, he did not want to revenge for a day. He didn’t want to repay the pain of the South Yan State to the North. He didn’t want to escape from the cage, and fled the prisoner. Engraved in his bones.

Seeing that Hehe Qing did not speak, Xiao Yuan continued to say: "I thought I could change anything. It seems to be futile and useless now..."

Luhe Qing finally reacted. His fingers moved slightly, and he slowly looked up and looked at Xiao Yu'an. He finally had emotions.

Xiao Yuan saw national shame and hatred in his eyes. Xiao Yuan looked at him slowly and asked: "What do you want to change?"

Xiao Yuan suddenly stopped.

Yeah, what does he want to change?

Want to let Luohe Qing stay in the North for the goodwill of his own pity, and to be a slave for the rest of his life?

No, he never thought about it.

He wants to see the people in front of him like the original: the world of swords, the king is nine miles, the country is governed by Anbang.

In this case, what exactly does he want to change?

Yes, he wants to live.

However, he is now a king of the northern kingdom. His shoulders are the bones of the northern kings, the reliance of the people of the North, and the long history. Perhaps the replacement of the dynasty cannot be avoided, but in it, the country will be engraved in the bones. , melted in the blood, branded on the chest.

Later generations looked at you, but at that time, it was the sacred king of the emperor, the iron skeleton of the king's death!

How does he live? How can you save your life!

What has he been deceiving himself?

Xiao Yu'an seems to have been suddenly slap in the palm of his hand, kneeling in the same place, he looked at the river, and breathlessly said: "So you always know

White……"

The voice gradually weakened, and Xiao Yuan slowly became dumb, and could not say a word.

It turns out that Luohe Qing has always seen it clearly, only he is stupid to think of himself as an outsider.

Luohe suddenly laughed. His eyes were covered with blood, and there was endless pain. The corners of his mouth slowly evoked. He said: "Xiao Yuan, Northland and South Yanguo, only you can die, but Xiao Yuan, I am against you. ....."

"Enough." Xiao Yuan interrupted the Qihe Qing, he slowly lifted up the shackles, the original warm and sturdy shackles only left indifference, "If the North and South Yanguo only have you die, then I will only have you and you will die." ""

When the red sleeves died, Xiao Yuan hid himself.

Since the red sleeve is the death of the king of the North, he is the king of the North, since the river is said that the North and the South Yan can not live together.

Then he, the king of the North, could not live with the river.

Xiao Yu'an's voice is like the last straw, falling lightly on the shoulders of the Weihe River. His eyes are like the candlelight that is about to burn, and the faint light is lingering.

His body seemed to be pulled in half, half looking at the ruined Nanyan National Palace City, and half looking at Xiao Yu'an who was laughing at the Yuhua Upstairs that day.

Both bodies are faint and festering, which is the pain that makes the river clear and painless.

The inner chamber was silent for a moment, leaving only two people breathing.

For a long time, Xiao Yuan slowly took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms and walked over to the bed and handed it to the front of the river.

Luohe Qing looked at the small porcelain bottle and reached out to hold Capricorn. He snorted and asked, "What is this? You want to..."

Are you going to kill me?

Xiao Yuan did not answer.

Luohe Qing took a deep breath: "Xiao Yu..."

Xiao Yu'an stunned, and his tone was absolutely unstoppable: "Call the emperor."

"Xiao, Yu, Ann." As if deliberately, Luhe Qing shouted the name of Xiao Yu'an, and he stared at Xiao Yu'an tightly. He seemed to devour him in the lower abdomen. He held the porcelain bottle tightly with one hand. White, green fingers, "Xiao Yuan, do you want me to take this thing?"

Xiao Yu'an was in the throat for a moment, his eyes screamed, then he nodded slowly and hesitated.

"Okay, then I am." But when I said four words, it seemed to run out of all the strength of the river. His eyes were finally dimmed, like the burnt ashes. After struggling, only despair was left, and the river opened the white porcelain bottle. Smash the bitter liquid in the bottle.

After kneeling down, Luhe Qing stared closely at Xiao Yu'an's eyes, and seemed to want to see Xiao Yu'an through it. He wanted to pull out the soul behind him, and then he opened his body and let his soul look at his unwillingness. Indecisively, "Xiao Yuan, why do you reborn as a Northern King, why..."

The limbs were slowly weak, and the sound of Luhe Qing became weaker. After a while, he held his forehead and swayed forward and saw that Hehe Qing had to fall off the bed. Xiao Yuan quickly went forward and held him steady.

Consciousness began to be fragmented, and Luhe Qing heard the voice of Xiao Yu'an, far away, so unrealistic, Xiao Yuan said: "I don't know, maybe...

It is to meet you..."

Taking advantage of Luhe Qing has completely fallen into a coma, Xiao Yuan sighed with a sigh, and he couldn’t help but sigh.

Xiao Yu'an saw that he once smiled arbitrarily, and vowed to say calmly to Luhe Qing: "Hehe Qing, you as my personal bodyguard? I protect you, never let others hurt you."

Now, he is said to have done it.

But this is also the last time he was guarded by the northern king of the king.

No more, no second time.

If there is a reunion day, it will be when the soldiers meet.

At night, at the gate of Miyagi, a carriage was stopped by the guards and quickly released. After the carriage came out of the Imperial City, it went straight to the west side of the station and never returned. The guards who heard the news shouted at the guards who guarded the door: "General Li did not say that, in the past few days, the horses and horses of Miyagi should be carefully searched and checked!"

"But..." The little guard said with a grievance in his head. "The carriage has the imperial handcuffs."

"...The handcuffs of the emperor, let's go, you continue to watch the night, yes, what day is today."

"The third day of March."

"The third day of March." The captain of the guard looked up at the overcast sky.

"Oh, it’s going to be a day."