The two of them were so similar, saying that the father was paying off the debts and sons. When the boy was in power, he was considered a wise king. Now that his brothers are in civil strife, the deserters in my hands are average, but they are indeed important to him. He will definitely accept the pain of these thousand needles. It is easy to relieve my pain over the years when he sees him!"

Dugu Jialuo's face was a little pale. When Mrs. Luo spoke, she must be the kind of person who could speak and do it. Since Dugu Jialuo foresaw the pain that Yang Jian would endure, she could not turn a blind eye.

"How is it? Hahahaha." There was no inquiry at all. Although both women were a woman, Mrs. Luo, who was a woman, guessed three points. "Looking at your expression, I guess that son of the unfaithful person is not your sweetheart? That's a pity."

Seeing Mrs. Luo pretending to be regretful, Dugu Jialuo slowly lowered her eyes, and the wind around her gradually became stronger. Mrs. Luo and Dugu Jialuo's hair danced in the wind. Mrs. Luo put away the sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth, knowing that the sudden increase of wind must be from Dugu Jialuo's hands. She didn't know what the other party wanted to do. Mrs. Luo had already entered her palm, ready to deal with Dugu Jialuo's sudden attack at any time.

Dugu Jialuo raised his head and emitted a green light all over his body. He threw up the jade flute in his hand and closed his eyes. The jade flute rotated upright in the air at a rapid speed, and the light gradually grew. Before a while, the entire woods were shrouded in the light that Dugu Jialuo burst out.

The strong wind had turned into a small tornado and raised thousands of snow on the ground. An invisible force raised the unconscious deserters one after another. Mrs. Luo, who was beside her, felt a force trying to lift herself up, and hurriedly stabilize her body to see what tricks Dugu Jialuo wanted to play.

Suddenly, dozens of silver needles burst out from one of the deserters who had soared into the air and flew straight towards Dugu Jialuo. Dugu Jialuo stood there, still closing his eyes. A silver needle pierced into Dugu Jialuo's body, and blood splashed lightly, sprinkling a little bloody red.

Dugu Jialuo's eyebrows were deep, his lips were white, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if he was enduring great pain. Then, dozens of silver needles burst out from the bodies of nearly 100 deserters, including hundreds of them, and they all penetrated into Dugu Jialuo's body. The green gauze shirt was stained red by blood.

Mrs. Luo looked at Dugu Jialuo like this, her eyes were a little complicated, and her red lips opened slightly, but she didn't say anything after all. Finally, she turned around calmly and left.

When nearly a thousand silver needles were infiltrated into his body, Dugu Jialuo's face was covered in sweat and fell straight down. The rotating jade flute stopped rotating and fell to the ground. A clearly visible crack appeared on the flute's body.

The light dissipates.

Dugu Jialuo took a few breaths, lying on the ground and moving his fingers, then tried to support himself, picked up the flute that landed on the ground, and carefully put them away. The nearly a thousand Luo family silver needles in his body made Dugu Jialuo's movements painful as if they were eroding bones and piercing hearts.

Dragging his heavy steps away from the grove, countless scenes flashed through Dugu Jialuo's mind, and it was so painful that he had no ability to think again. The cold sweat that had slipped due to the pain made his long scattered hair stick to his face, and there was no idea when scattered white snow fell in the air.

Blood dripped in the snow, like plum blossoms in the cold winter, blooming brightly.

Suddenly, the picture that flashed in Dugu Jialuo's mind became clear, and the encounter with Yang Jian was separated, flashing one by one. Finally, Dugu Jialuo seemed to see the back of Su Wei when he left more than 300 years ago...

Master, please, don't leave me behind - Dugu Jialuo is so painful - it really hurts -

Yang Jian was awakened by a nightmare. Seeing that the sky was already faintly bright, Hu Hai and Wei Xiaokuan were still asleep. Yang Jian stood up carefully and tried not to wake up the two sleeping two people. Yang Jian found that the paper window that had a hole in the past two days had been repaired. No wonder it was snowing last night but the cold wind did not blow into the house.

Yang Jian did not sleep soundly last night, which could be said to be a nightmare. He had always dreamed that Dugu Jialuo was curled up in the darkness and cried violently, with a pale face. He asked her what had happened, and Dugu Jialuo was just saying that he felt so painful...

Yang Jian heard someone calling his name behind him. He turned around and saw Chen Xuanhua's thin body wearing heavy shackles and was trapped in the iron prison. He held the threshold tightly with his hands tightly and looked at him sadly. Mrs. Luo appeared beside him at some point, with her old and ugly face jokingly, and said to herself in a hoarse and ugly voice that she could only save one...

I can only save one, but it is wrong to choose anyone...

Suddenly, Yang Jian heard the movement from the woods behind the village. He walked over to find out what was going on and found that the small woods were covered with deserters.

Everyone seemed a little wary when they saw Yang Jian. These deserters were not ministers in the court, and it was reasonable not to know Yang Jian, the former king. After all, the dignity is not a character that can be seen just by wanting to see. Yang Jian found Liang Tie, whom he had seen yesterday from the crowd and went forward to ask what was going on. Liang Tie was sitting on the ground at this moment and had not yet recovered.

Yang Jian walked forward but did not approach any deserter. He was always worried about Mrs. Luo's hiding a live needle that could swim in these deserters. Yang Jian called out a few little brothers to Liang Tie, and Liang Tie turned around and met Yang Jian's eyes.

Seeing Liang Tie reacting, Yang Jian hurriedly asked what was wrong. A large group of people were lying in the woods.

Hearing Yang Jian's question, Liang Tie shivered as if he was waking up from a dream, and his chaotic eyes suddenly became clear. When he saw Yang Jian staring at him, "I, I am? What's wrong with me? Hey? Why are you here, young master?"

...

The surroundings were covered with a layer of gray and white, and nothing could be seen clearly, as if all the scenery had been wiped out. Dugu Jialuo stood among the thorns, and his body was covered with large and small holes scratched by the thorns. The blood on the wound had scabbed.

Dugu Jialuo wanted to leave this desolate and misty place, but the thorns everywhere made her not have the courage to sell her feet to try the sting. She subconsciously wanted to take out the jade flute in her arms, but she was so exhausted.

The inseparable jade flute disappeared! Dugu Jialuo felt that he was poured down by a basin of cold water on his head, and it was cold from head to soles of his toes.

"Dugu Jialuo."

A cold voice sounded behind Dugu Jialuo. The familiar tone made Dugu Jialuo turn around immediately. The thorns wrapped around him immediately hooked several holes of different sizes on Dugu Jialuo's arms. Warm blood slowly oozed out through the scratches of his arms.

"Owner……"

The unreal handsome man was still wearing a white robe that was hard to be defiled by the dust in the world. He stood outside the thorn bush far away from Dugu Jialuo and looked at Dugu Jialuo. He could not find any emotion in his deep eyes. It was the way Su Wei had never shown to Dugu Jialuo, so it was so difficult to get close to. Dugu Jialuo's fear was completely stronger than the pain in his body.

Realizing that Su Wei had warned him that he should call him Master. Dugu Jialuo thought it was his name just now that Su Wei was unhappy. He was panicked and hurriedly changed his name, "Master, Master...I..."

In this world, what Dugu Jialuo fears the most is Su Wei's abandonment.

"Dugu Jialuo, you are in love with humans." Su Wei's face moved his thin lips expressionlessly, and his cold words as if Su Wei's voice were clearly transmitted into Dugu Jialuo's ears. "You would rather bear the pain of thousands of needles for him to protect him, and in the end you will leave the jade flute elsewhere." As he said that, Su Wei took out the jade flute from behind, and the small crack on the flute's body was clearly visible.

Su Wei's words made Dugu Jialuo feel ache and widened his eyes. Dugu Jialuo kept shaking his head and murmured, "Dugu Jialuo didn't... Didn't he deliberately throw the jade flute... The master believes in Dugu Jialuo, isn't the master who believes in Dugu Jialu the most... Master..."

Dugu Jialuo's incoherent explanation seemed pale and powerless. Two lines of clear tears fell in his clear eyes. Dugu Jialuo knelt down with a plop, allowing thorns to thrust into his knees, and blood stained the green spikes.

Seeing Dugu Jialuo like this, Su Wei was unmoved at all, and there was still no wave in his deep eyes. Su Wei threw the jade flute in his hand and the jade flute fell in front of Dugu Jialuo. The transparent jade flute was covered with mud. Seeing this, Dugu Jialuo hurriedly picked up the jade flute and carefully wiped it with his clothes.

Su Wei was about to leave. Seeing Su Wei leaving, Dugu Jialuo ignored the huge pain in his legs and stepped on the thorns with his naked feet to catch up with Su Wei. The stabbed soles of his feet pointed out flowers on the mud. After all, his thin body could not resist the invasion of the pain. Dugu Jialuo fell to the ground hard.

Su Wei finally did not stand there waiting for Dugu Jialuo. Dugu Jialuo just watched Su Wei disappear into his vision, as if he had never appeared before.

Tears were flowing freely on Dugu Jialuo's face.

"master--"

Dugu Jialuo suddenly opened his eyes, felt a chill on his face, and found himself lying beside the plum tree in his yard, and the jade flute was also properly held in his arms. Everything seemed to be just a dream.

Dugu Jialuo wanted to get up, but when he moved a little, the pain would surge towards him like a tide...

...

Wei Xiaokuan took Liang Tie's pulse and was surprised to find that all the silver needles in Liang Tie's body had disappeared. Wei Xiaokuan glanced at Yang Jian sitting beside him, and his face was very puzzled. Wei Xiaokuan investigated the situation of other deserters one after another, and without exception, all the silver needles in his body disappeared.

Telling Yang Jian and Hu Hai about this, the two were also shocked. Hu Hai said in surprise: "It could be that the old woman who removed the silver needle from their bodies, right?"

"How is this possible!" Yang Jian obviously didn't believe that Mrs. Luo would be so kind. "If she was willing to solve it, she would solve it for us yesterday! What's more, we confronted her so yesterday, and she would be glad that she hadn't killed us."

Wei Xiaokuan thought about it and asked Liang Tie, "What happened last night? Have you left any impression on me?"

Liang Tie shook his head, and the others also shook his head and said that there was no, "I don't know why, since I came to the bandit village, every time I came to the night, my memory would disappear inexplicably. I have become accustomed to it."

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