Now, however, he has no illusions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yes, it's just pain.

He was in pain.

He was still immersed in the pain of the first killing.

Every time he thought of Lian Xiang'er's resentful eyes before he died, he felt frightened, panicked, and felt that his whole person was very dirty, and his hands were full of blood, and he couldn't wash it off.

He even thinks that he has turned bad and become a murderer.

He was immersed in the abyss of self-blame and guilt.

So, he had to drink, drink, drink......

A drunk relieves a thousand sorrows.

He only hoped to numb himself with alcohol and forget the trouble of killing for a while.

He drinks it during the day, at night, and even when he goes to the toilet.

Because he felt that in this world, he could no longer do anything other than drink.

No matter what he does, Lian Xiang'er's expression before death will appear in his eyes.

Therefore, when he spent all the last gold baht that stopped and stopped to give him for emergencies, he saw Ning Shouxin running as if he had seen a ghost, and he still held the wine glass in his hand.

Ning Shouxin shook his shoulder vigorously and said loudly: "Hey, hey, Jiang Feng, wake up, something happened, something is wrong, just now I heard that the sword hero was fighting with someone when he was burning incense and listening to the rain building and drinking flower wine." He originally let me, Meng Lang, and Minghui set fire to the surroundings after hearing the sound of fighting inside, and we lit the fire and quickly fled to wait for him at the appointed place, who knows if we waited left and right. Later, when we went back to check the situation, we found that the entire incense listening to the rain building had become a pile of ruins, and you said that the sword hero would be burned to death together? ”

Jiang Feng pushed his hand, continued to pour wine on himself, and said, "Anyway, everyone is already dead, what news do you want to find, if you want to go, what will I do." ”

Ning Shouxin seemed to be angry, snatched his wine jug over, slammed it on the ground, and then shook his shoulder vigorously and said loudly: "Hey, hey, Jiang Feng, do you still have a conscience, the reason why the sword hero is like this is to help us deal with Wen Ba, in order to avenge Sister Tsing Yi, hey, hey, I'm talking to you, are you still drinking?!"

Jiang Feng actually lay on the ground and licked the remaining wine in the tiles.

Ning Shouxin was angry and smacked him the back of the head.

After knocking, he walked out of the temple door angrily.

However, before he could step out of the doorway, he crashed head-on into the arms of a man.

When I looked up, I found that the person who came was actually Sword Thirty.

Jian Thirty was standing there lazily with an iron sword and a bamboo basket on his back.

He looked at Ning Shouxin, and then at Jiang Feng, who fell to the ground like a drunken cat, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know whether to sigh or tease.

However, Ning Shouxin jumped up as if he had seen a ghost.

He bent down and pulled Jiang Feng, who fell to the ground, and kept pulling, as if he wanted to prove that he was not dreaming, and said loudly: "Sword...... Sword Hero, you ...... It's back...... So you...... You're not dead...... At that time, following your instructions, we heard the sound of a violent fight coming from Shijingtang, and we began to set fire and shout everywhere to disturb the attention of those flower pickers...... Who knows ...... in the end The whole incense listening to the rain building burned to ruins, and we didn't wait for you at the mouth of Camel Alley, so we thought you were ......."

Wen Zhuyuan took the bamboo tube off the edge of the bamboo basket, pulled out the stopper, raised his head and poured a few sips, and said with a smile: "So, you think I'm dead, don't you?" Ha, I'm not willing to die, there is still a beautiful life waiting for me in front of me, come, sit down and drink a few sips with me to suppress the shock." ”

Jiang Feng is now extremely sensitive to wine.

As soon as Wen Zhuyuan pulled the plug off the bamboo tube, his nose twitched vigorously, and then, following the smell of wine, came up, like a fly of dog shit.

Wen stopped and watched him grab the wine.

However, the bamboo tube seemed to have taken root in his hands, and it could not be taken away at all.

Wen Zhuyuan said to Ning Shouxin: "Are Meng Lang and Minghui still waiting at the mouth of Camel Alley, go, call them back too, I have something to tell you." ”

Ning Shouxin agreed with a smile.

He turned around, pulled Jiang Feng again, and said loudly: "Hey, hey, Jiang Feng, the sword hero is back, there may be important things to discuss, wake up quickly, and go with me to find Dongping and Minghui back." Just now, in order to find out the news of the sword hero, we just separated. ”

Jiang Feng pushed his outstretched hand away, and said drunkly: "Go and go, or you go, hmph, I don't want to go, I want to drink, bring wine." ”

Ning Shouxin looked at him, and then at Wen Zhuyuan.

Wen Zhuyuan seemed to be a little bored, and seemed to be a little impatient, snorted at him, and said, "Leave him alone, you can go by yourself." ”

Ning Shouxin knew that his little friend was probably going to suffer.

Sword thirty swears kung fu he understands.

Therefore, in order not to harm the pond fish, he decided to flee first, so as to save him from scolding and piggybacking on himself who almost burned him by setting fire.

Wait for Ning Shouxin to leave.

Wen Zhuyuan shook his head, squatted down, and said with a smile: "Hey, I want to drink." ”

Jiang Feng said: "Wine, bring wine." ”

Hearing this, he poured the bamboo tube into the distance, only to see a waterline pouring down and falling on Jiang Feng's face.

Jiang Feng sat up and looked at Wen Zhuyuan.

Wen Zhuyuan held the bamboo tube and said with a smile: "Don't you want to drink, come, try my wine, it's very good, fragrant, mellow and energetic." ”

Jiang Feng took the bamboo tube handed over by Wen Zhuyuan in a daze, and looked up to drink bitterly, but as soon as he swallowed it, he spit it all out.

When the drink passed through his throat, he only felt hot, irritating that his throat was sore and dry, like drinking a sip of chili water.

――Actually, it was filled with mint water.

-- Hangover.

Wen Zhuyuan took the bamboo tube back, stuffed the lid, hung it on the bamboo basket again, and said with a smile: "You kid, the butt ditch is still green, so you can borrow wine to drown your sorrows." ”

The thick mint water seemed to make Jiang Feng sober up a bit.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at Wen Zhuyuan, was a little impatient, and said, "If there is anything, you can tell me quickly, or when I drink too much and become unconscious, I won't be able to hear it." ”

Wen Zhuyuan sat down next to him, put his arm around his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Actually, I don't want to say anything, I just want to hear what you have to say." ”

Jiang Feng shook his head, sighed vigorously, and said, "I have nothing to say. You know, I'm a timid and delusional person, and I think about the dream of being a hero all day long. However, he did not dare to kill. As soon as he saw the blood, the whole person turned into a boneless ghost. It's like a person who dreams of being a singer, but he doesn't have a good voice. That's what I mean, you know?"

Wen Zhiyuan touched the scar on his neck and said, "It's a very simple thing, how can it be so complicated by what you say, don't you just want to be a hero, silly boy." ”

Jiang Feng said: "Yes, I'm a silly boy, I'm daydreaming." I can't help myself. Anyway, whatever you say, I just want to get drunk. Where's the wine?"