Nightfall Chapter 127: Blood Mantou

Chapter 127 Blood Buns

In the early morning, Lu Chenjia woke up from his nightmare and saw his face.

The dirt-filled face that had become a little strange was so close to her, she was a little bit sad and palpitations when she was so close, especially her eyes were no longer clean and translucent, but rather greasy. The dust, and the emotionless indifference, made her feel more uneasy.

"I'll leave soon." She lowered her head and said with a trembling voice.

"You don't need to go, I'll go." Prince Longqing knelt in front of her and muttered in pain in a low voice: "I beg you to stop showing up in front of me. I'm really dead. I There is no future. I am begging to live is not a practice of entering the world, nor do I have the luxury of wishing Haotian to give me any adventures. I admit that I am greedy for life and fear of death. I have neither the courage to face old people or things nor the courage to die. A mouse in a gutter, I will miss the scenery when I was a tiger, but now I just want to live by eating carrion. Living is better than anything else."

Lu Chenjia looked at the beggar who was kneeling in front of him, thinking of the perfect man with a compelling demeanor, his heart was so embarrassed that he couldn't bear to touch him, trembling fingers gently stroked the top of his head, crying and pleading Said: "But you don't need to live in the gutter, you can live better, at least you should live with me."

Prince Longqing lowered her head, as if she didn’t want her fingers to touch her tangled greasy and dirty hair, trembling and begging, "But I don’t want others to see that I’m still alive. Just stay with you. I will be seen by others and live in the gutter. No one knows that I was who I was."

Lu Chenjia looked into the distance with infatuation, and slowly dropped the palm of his hand and stroked his cheek, the cheek that was once familiar, but strange, and still infatuated.

"Now in this world, only you know that the once Prince Longqing is alive and forget him, then he is dead. In my dream I once stabbed you with a sword. In fact, if I still have the ability to kill you now, I will stab you again without hesitation, because I don’t want to be that Longqing prince again, I just want to simply live."

After saying this, Long Qing left the woods without turning his head back. At this time, the day was bright, and the morning light was shining on the ruined deserted temple. He crouched back to the temple and faced the broken snow covered building. The wall stayed for a long time, then was awakened by the feeling of hunger in his belly, and went back to the brick wall beside him to feel for a long time.

After touching for a long time, it was still empty. Half of the steamed bun and half of the urn of cabbage and clapper soup he had hidden there were all gone, and even the urn that he regarded as a treasure was missing.

Long Qing looked back at the companions of beggars in the ruined temple, and shouted angrily: "Who the **** dare to **** my buns! Give them back to me! Where is my urn? My urn Yeah!"

He rushed to the two young and strong beggars with oil stains on the corners of their lips and smug and disdainful expressions, trying to take back his own steamed buns and cabbage soup, but his body was worse than ordinary people. Where is the opponent of these evil beggars, they were kicked to the ground in two or three times, shrinking and rolling in pain.

A violent cough sounded from the ruined temple, and Long Qing kept coughing up blood, painful. The beggars in the temple looked at him without any sympathy and pity, but were full of gloating and watching good shows.

He wiped off the blood stains on the corners of his lips, and with difficulty retracted to his seat, buried his head between his knees, and muttered painfully: "I was in the imperial palace, and the scenery in Taoshan was endless. How could I care about it? Mantou, what about you? You unscrupulous bastards, bullying you will never enter the palace for snacks!"

Outside the ruined temple, Lu Chenjia held his mouth tightly, his pale cheeks were full of painful expressions, teardrops fell like dewdrops on petals, the long road from the wasteland to Chengjing, regardless of Longqing Tortured her mentally and verbally, no matter how hopeless she was in pain, she never cried until this time.

Even if she was crying in pain, she still couldn't make her voice heard. After a while, she took the reins and left the ruined temple in despair, walking aimlessly into the distance. The snow horse behind her bowed her head and looked extremely sad.

Shortly after she left, the fighting in the ruined temple broke out again. I don’t know if it was because the beggars looked at this new beggar, who was dirty and smelly than themselves, but felt a little out of place, or because Longqing muttered. The content of the mumbling angered some people, and it was another big beating.

A clear mouth of blood appeared on Long Qing's face, and the blood washed away the dust covering his face, revealing the essence of jade-like skin below, but the perfect face was eventually ruined.

Long Qing touched his face, stared at the blood in his palm, suddenly laughed madly, stretched out his right foot and tripped a beggar, then took out the broken bowl from his clothes, fiercely Hit the opponent's face.

Porcelain sliced ​​deeply into the beggar's cheek, and a piece penetrated into the eye socket, suddenly appeared on the eyeball, blood splashed everywhere, the picture was terrifying, and the ruined temple was full of exclamation.

Long Qing then cut the beggar's throat with a broken bowl piece.

"It's killing!"

"It's killing!"

The beggars held the guys around them, shouting in horror, but no one dared to stop Long Qing's movements, because there was no emotion on Long Qing's face, the dullness was extremely terrifying.

The beggar died after kicking his legs twice, but Long Qing still didn’t stop, and he kept smashing his fists into his face. No matter how soft and weak the fists were, he could still smash them dozens of times and hundreds of times. A person's face was smashed into cotton-like tatters, and blood seeped out from the cotton wool, washing away the flat eyeballs that fell out of the eye sockets.

The indifferent emotion on Long Qing's face gradually melted with the beating, until the eyebrows were gradually distorted, turning into a weird expression that seemed to cry like a smile, and there was no light or darkness in his dim eyes.

He rode on the dead beggar and cried loudly: "The steamed bun is frozen and hard like a clapper. You must have the cabbage clapper soup soaked before it can be eaten. Don’t you understand the original soup? How can you? Just ate it like that? Why do you have to follow me? You made me lose steamed buns. Who will give me steamed buns in the future?"

He kept howling like a madman in the ruined temple.

The timid beggars have long been scattered around like a frightening bird. Those courageous beggars who do not want to leave this rare shelter hide in fear in the corner, watching the terrifying lunatic, some people tremble and cry Said: "Don't worry, we drank the cabbage and clapper soup, but the steamed buns have not been eaten yet. They are too hard."

Long Qing blankly looked at the beggar who was talking, and asked, "Where is my steamed bun?"

The man pointed to the body of the beggar under him and said, "In his arms."

Long Qing fumbled for the half of the hard bun from the bosom of the beggar under him. After watching for a long time in dementia, he suddenly dipped the bun in the blood and asked, "Is it right to dip some blood? Can it be soaked softly?"

No one in the ruined temple dared to answer his question. When the group of beggars watched him put the blood-dipped buns into their mouths, they were even more silent, and then gave birth to some very strange ideas, following such a lunatic Hunk, can you live better in this world full of human blood?

It’s just that they don’t know that the madman who dipped human blood buns in the ruined temple is now a beggar, but was a real prince before. Even if he becomes a prince among beggars, what's the point?

In recent days, the atmosphere in Tuyang City, which is located in the most remote part of the northeastern border of the Datang Empire, is exceptionally unusual. When thousands of mysterious armors returned from the wasteland, the atmosphere became more and more intense, even The wolves in the Minshan Mountain far away from the city seemed to be a little afraid of the atmosphere here, and no longer dared to cry endlessly at night.

The reason for this is naturally related to the thousand mysterious armored heavy knights. The soldiers and civilians in the city knew the news faintly. The Chang'an Military Department sent a letter to severely inquire about why such an important force mobilization, neither the military nor the palace heard the news. , Asked the general to give an explanation immediately, but the general mansion was silent about this. General Xiahou said that he was recuperating from illness, and the two vermilion doors had not been opened for a long time.

Suddenly one day, the gate of the town’s general mansion opened wide. The soldiers and the people in the city knew that something important was about to happen. They were very surprised who deserved the Xiahou’s solemn treatment?

A tattered carriage slowly drove into Tuyang City under the gaze of countless eyes.

Compared with the carriage that is so simple that it may fall apart at any time, the big dark horse pulling the cart is unusual, very tall, and the look when shaking his head is very simple and joyful, the frontier fortress soldiers and civilians see war horses, but they have never seen it. After passing this kind of horse, I can't help being surprised. I wonder who in the car is so extravagant to use this horse to pull the cart?

The window curtains of the car were lifted in a corner. Ning Que in the carriage looked at a beggar under the city gate wall. He didn't know what he remembered. After a moment of silence, he said: "No matter how hard I and Sangsang were back then, we never I want to beg for dinner."

The big brother looked at him slightly and asked: "Why?"

Ning Que looked at the broken bowl in front of the beggar, and said, “Because the things that begged for are always easy to be snatched away, and the rice that is coming is not fragrant. Compared with this, I would rather **** it. "

Mo Shanshan did not understand the logic of his sentence, and after serious consideration for a moment, he said: "Could it be that thieves and robbers deserve more understanding and sympathy than beggars?"

"This is the crux of the problem."

Ning Que put down the curtains and looked at Mo Shanshan and said seriously: “Understanding and sympathy are very cheap emotions. The world is always dangerous. If you want to live, you must learn to reject these emotions and not let yourself be immersed in it. I can’t help myself out of this emotion. I always think that those guys who pretend to be lonely when they encounter some setbacks, imitate despair, cry out, hurt themselves and hurt their loved ones, and think the whole world is sorry for themselves, are all waste in waste."