Sealing Sword Chapter 63: Exercising a confession

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After Qin Lanshang read the thirty-seven letters, she could no longer stand.

Ye Fusheng grabbed her. The little girl grabbed Ye Fusheng's arm with her backhand, almost embedding her nails in the flesh and blood, as if a drowning man grabbed the last straw.

She has so many things to say, but it's a pity that it's hard to say a word.

Ye Fusheng was a little bit painful when she was caught, but she didn't pull it away. His brows were loosened. Instead, she helped her straighten her body. Chu Xiwei looked at it clearly and brushed Qin Lanshang away with one hand. The necessary explanation has been obtained, why not be reconciled?"

Qin Lanchang leaned on the dragon-locking spear to support her body, shook her head, and barely pulled a pale smile on her face: "No, nothing is gone."

After she said this, she squeezed the booklet and staggered back to the ancestral hall and closed the door. The three people in the courtyard waited for a while with a hold of their breath before hearing a faint sob from the house. .

Lu Mingyuan was a little worried. He surrendered this thing, as if the last bone was taken away. He didn't have much strength left at this time. He asked: "The dark guest in the Royal Palace followed me all the way, although I was dumped. But it’s only sooner or later to find here, what are your two plans?"

Chu Xiwei heard Qin Lanchang cry, frowning tightly, too lazy to speak, Ye Fusheng shook his head, and said: "Master Lu is running around, it's better to take a rest all night, we have our own plans, we will not. Ruan Xiang's effort was in vain."

Lu Mingyuan heard these words and saw that although Chu Xiwei looked impatient and didn't mean to turn back, he settled, and the exhaustion and sorrow of forcible pressure surged up, he blinked. He swallowed his tears back, said thanks in a hoarse voice, and went to the bedroom.

Now it's nightfall, showing heavy wind and cold, Chu Xiwei has always been not wearing thick clothes because of martial arts practice. Now that she can't use internal force to protect her body, it is inevitable that she coldly sneezes involuntarily.

Ye Fusheng held back his laugh, took off his robe and put it on him, taking into account this person's virtue of desperate face and suffering, and said: "I'm cold, accompany me into the lobby for a rest?"

Chu Xiwei closed his robes still warm, looked at him for a while, and was right.

The front hall is almost two bedrooms, with a portrait of a saint enshrined in the center. It is still separated by two bamboo curtains. The right side leads directly to the back kitchen and other chores. On the left is a quiet room with case tables. He soft couch, like a resting place.

Ye Fusheng has cleaned up all the necessary places in the past two days, so there is no dust on the couch, and he has turned over the sealed bedding and laid another layer, lying on it quite peacefully.

Ye Fusheng looked at Chu Xiwei's tired eyes, knowing that this man was seriously injured and could not last long, and said: "You sleep for a while, I will watch, and I will call you if I have something."

Chu Xiwei raised her eyebrows, using the candlelight to see the greenish circles under his eyes, her tone was a bit cold: "You won't rest?"

Ye Fusheng's hand behind his back quietly pinched himself, sober, and said: "I'm not sleepy yet."

Chu Xiwei looked at him for a while, then turned around and opened the quilt to lie down. Before Ye Fusheng could vomit, he suddenly turned around and slammed his hand at him.

Chu Xiwei's hand was caught off guard, but after all he was injured and lost speed and strength. Ye Fusheng risked avoiding the catch, and said helplessly: "Ayao, I'm really not sleepy. ."

Chu Xiwei slipped and grabbed his shoulders, and sneered: "Do you think I'm blind?"

In a moment, the two played against each other for six or seven rounds. In the end, Chu Xiwei had more than enough energy and lacked strength. He asked Ye Fusheng to twist his hands and flash behind him, bending his knees behind his waist and pressing him on his face. Press down on the couch.

Chu Xiwei can't wait to throw this **** off: "Let go!"

When the child grows up, he can’t handle it as easily as he did when he was a child. Ye Fusheng used the energy to suckle and didn’t let him break away. He saw sweat all over his head. He acted faster than his brain. He slapped his hip politely: "Be honest!"

After the fight, he remembered that Chu Xiwei was no longer the kid back then, and he was stunned.

Chu Xiwei: "..."

Seeing that the gunpowder barrel was about to explode, Ye Fusheng didn't stop doing it. He pulled down the rope on the girdle to tie Chu Xiwei's hands tightly, and did not dare to loosen the suppression.

Chu Xiwei struggled twice and didn't get rid of it, and became angry: "Ye Fusheng! You wait for me!"

Ye Fusheng turned his mind, and said with a hippie smile: "I didn't run, but you got up! I'm waiting!"

How can there be such a humble person in the world?

Chu Xiwei’s lung tubes are about to explode, and the internal force must break the rope. As a result, as soon as the internal energy is moved, there is acupuncture-like pain in the meridians, dense and intense, and he loses strength with a muffled snort .

Ye Fusheng turned his head to look at his face, his eyes sank: "I was going to wait for you to ask again, but now that this is the case, I will directly ask you...Ayao, how did your internal injury come back? Matter?"

Chu Xiwei suppressed the tumbling inwardness, trying hard not to let her tone go out of tune: "What is it about you..."

He didn't finish speaking, and slapped his back again, punching all the words he hadn't spoken back into his stomach, choking half alive.

Since the reunion, Ye Fusheng feels ashamed and distressed for him, giving him three points in everything, but in fact it is not a day or two to beat him.

He hasn't seen him for ten years, and things are different. He has thought about what the innocent and well-behaved Chu Yao would look like many times, but he didn't expect that.

The martial arts are high-powered, the person is in a high position, the stature is tall, the knowledge is broadened...These are all good things, but what makes Ye Fusheng the most headache is that his temperament, which was only a little arrogant, has also become stronger.

Chu Xiwei does not have the domineering and domineering daddy, nor the savage and willfulness of the rich and the young master. When he doesn't lose his temper, he looks like a dog, but all his pride is in his bones, and at a certain moment he looks down on anyone , Don’t even take yourself seriously.

Ye Fusheng feels sorry for him, so he can follow him in everything, except in this respect.

Chu Xiwei was taken aback for a moment, and she was angry from her heart, still carrying a few imperceptible grievances. However, before he could forcefully break free regardless, she was gently touched by a hand on the shoulder that had just been beaten. Back.

Ye Fusheng asked him: "Does it hurt?"

Chu Xiwei hesitated for a while and rewarded him with an "um".

"Do you still remember how I told you under the sea tide?" Ye Fusheng said, "When I hit you, I actually hurt more than you, but if you don't know it hurts, you won't have a long memory."

Chu Xiwei: "...I'm fine, get up."

It's rare for him to take the initiative to soften his tone, but Ye Fusheng didn't take this set: "You answer my question first, or just sleep like this."

Chu Xiwei: "Who has not suffered internal injuries in the world? What can I say!"

Ye Fusheng resisted the urge to smoke him again, and said in a tone of eagerness to wind up the building: "Oh? Really?"

Chu Xiwei stalked her neck and said nothing, Ye Fusheng said: "Then, if there is a mistake, you can correct it and say to you."

Chu Xiwei's heart jumped, and she listened to him: "I have explored your veins, and it was because of my internal force that the meridians and lungs were injured by my own internal force, so you have a problem with the exercise, right?"

Chu Xiwei: "..."

"The doctor said that you have taken strong medicine, and I also asked Qin Yatou. You know the consequences and still do it, right?"

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He was speechless, Ye Fusheng had a bottom in his heart and asked the last question: "Why?"

Chu Xi said in a muffled voice: "What and why?"

"The matter of the practice is the secret of the Hundred Ghosts. It is inconvenient for me to ask, but...why do you use strong medicine to forcibly stimulate your internal force?" Ye Fusheng's fingers fell on the back of his head, "My life It’s yours. It’s natural for you to take it away, and I’m not unwilling to use it for your safety, but why would you do this?"

Chu Xiwei was in a coma for three days, and he also thought about it for three days. He broke up those petty pasts, and didn't think of why Chu Xiwei wanted to save him.

In fact, the fact that he still didn't kill him has made Ye Fusheng puzzled.

Since he didn't understand, he just spread out the words and asked. After the question, whether he wanted to kill or slash, or whatever, it wouldn't make him confused anymore.

However, where Ye Fusheng could not see, Chu Xiwei's eyes were bloodshot.

The inner breath kept restless, a fire ignited in her chest, but the people on her body were still adding fuel to the fire. Chu Xiwei was burned so much that she was irrational, but he fell into a basin of cold water at the head of this question.

Water fell into my heart, did not extinguish the flame, but was slowly simmering, gradually boiling.

He turned his head, Ye Fusheng was startled when he saw the scarlet pupils, and heard Chu Xiwei say: "How do you know...I don't want to kill you?"

Seeing Ye Fusheng's dying appearance underneath the tide of the sea, Chu Xiwei was shocked and frightened, but afterwards he suddenly became murderous.

At that time, he didn't know if this person could be saved, he only knew that if Ye Fusheng died like this, he might regret it for a lifetime.

What can you regret?

Chu Xi was stunned for a moment, and the past events of auspicious light Katayu passed in front of him, and he was so hesitated that none of them could be held in his palms, leaving only melancholy.

He thought, it's probably been ten years that the grievances and hatreds have not yet been cleared. If you can't kill this person yourself, of course you will regret it.

At that time, he raised his palm. As long as he remembered it, Ye Fusheng would not live today.

But Chu Xiwei was unable to start after all, and that hand was released again after accumulating power, and finally he went around Ye Fusheng's shoulders and carried him out of the sea.

He held Ye Fusheng and ran away in the **** night. Everyone who saw him along the way seemed to have seen a ghost, but Chu Xiewei only had one thing in his mind--

This person is going to die, but he doesn't want him to die yet.

When Chu Xiwei spent such a great effort to **** him back from Wangye Yan, and when he saw him, he looked forward to seeing him, and when he heard him call "Ayao" again, he was even more reluctant to die.

Chu Xiwei felt that she was ill and had no cure, because he was the person who should take Ye Fu's life the most in this world. He wanted him to die more than anyone, and he was more reluctant than anyone.

My heart is changing rapidly, and my mind is numb, Chu Xiwei bit her tongue, barely awakened herself, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you really not coming down?"

Ye Fusheng couldn't tell his mind, so he shook his head firmly.

The next moment Ye Fusheng's eyes turned around, and Chu Xiwei suddenly turned over, and a long leg hooked his waist, pressing the **** who was going to shake the sky back on the couch, and her hands retracted from the rope loop. He put it back in the hands of its owner in the human way and put it back in the hands of its owner, and by the way, he made a hook and tied a knot on the leg of a couch.

Ye Fusheng was dumbfounded by this feng shui turn, and did not speak for a long while.

Chu Xiwei moved her wrists and leaned over to trap him between his arms. As her face got closer and closer, Ye Fusheng suddenly felt a sense of oppression, such as the pressure of Mount Tai, and she was a little breathless.

No matter how much enmity and entanglement there are between the two, as the saying goes, "one day as a teacher and a lifetime as a father", although Ye Fusheng didn't take these breaking rules too much in his heart, he is now being watched by the baby he grew up. The child is too heavy to move, but still feels very embarrassed: "Let go!"

Chu Xi sneered slightly: "I asked you to let go, why didn't you let it go?"

Ye Fusheng: "..."

His face was already very close, almost touching the tip of his nose. At this distance, Xia Ye Fusheng couldn't see his face at all, so he could only look at the eyes that were close at hand.

Black as thick ink, bright as a star, as if the entire night sky is enclosed in these pupils, but now the warm color is reflected by the candlelight, but only him is contained in it.

Ye Fusheng suddenly couldn't say anything, and suddenly an unknown place in his heart moved, painful and itchy, as if something had finally sprouted, struggling to break the ground.

He couldn't move, and didn't dare to speak. It is rare for Chu Xiwei to see him quiet down, slowly raising her head, her mouth cocked.

It is said that looking at beauty under the light, Rong Hua is better than three points. Chu Xiwei was born with beautiful eyes, but with such a smile, Ye Fusheng couldn't move his eyes even more.

Suddenly his heart beating like a drum, he thought inexplicably: "Oops!"

What's bad?

Without waiting for him to understand, Chu Xiwei leaned down again, whispering between her lips as if to say something, but at this moment, the door was kicked open: "Uncle! Uncle Ye! In the door! Come... I believe it."

The letter in Qin Lanchang's hand fell to the ground. She stared at the scene in amazement. She didn't know what to say. There was only one sentence in her mind: "Yaoshou! To be killed!"

Without waiting for the two of them to recover, Qin Lanshang turned around and rushed out: "I didn't see anything! Excuse me! You continue!"

Ye Fusheng: "..."

Chu Xiwei: "..."

Without waiting for Chu Xiwei's actions, Ye Fusheng finally returned to his place, kicked him with his leg, and kicked the person down: "The **** wants to rebel?"

Chu Xiwei, the bastard: "..."

He wants not only to rebel, but also to eat meat.

Unfortunately, all interest is lost now, and it is not a good opportunity to be honest. He sighed, patted the shoe prints on his body, and picked up the letter on the ground.

At this glance, his eyebrows twitched, but he laughed.

Ye Fusheng asked: "Is there something good?"

"It is indeed a good thing." After a pause, Chu Xiwei said, "There has been an accident in the old nest of the Soul Burial Palace in Mizongling. He Lianyu probably also received news that he will rush back. Our journey is considered safe. Quite a lot."

When Ye Fusheng heard this, he was relieved first, and then inexplicably raised his heart: "Did you say what happened to Mizongling?"

Chu Xiwei said: "Yes, someone came and smashed the Vermillion Bird Palace, and the lord Bu Xueyao was seriously injured."