Yu Wu

Chapter 156

The black crows by the river beach taunted, startled up from the cedar forest, fluttered their wings and flew around.

There was a strong smell of blood in the wind, and the bright red slowly spread from Murong Lian's wound, soaking into the rubble and bricks under him.

The assassination begins only in a split second, and ends quickly.

This group of people acted swiftly and had received the most rigorous training. Gu Mang and Murong Lian stood so close, but those spells only attacked Murong Lian, and did not hurt Gu Mang at all.

Moreover, their assassination arrows were condensed with spiritual power, and they exploded the moment they sank into the flesh and blood. Therefore, even though Murong Lian didn't carry any arrows on his body, more than ten bloody holes had already been blown out.

At the beginning of his injury, he didn't fall down immediately, but the blood flowed more and more, and the pain became deeper and deeper. Finally, he couldn't hold on anymore, and suddenly fell to his knees and fell to the ground, choking out a mouthful of blood.

Gu Mang looked at him like this, and there was a buzzing sound in his head as if something had exploded.

"Mu, Murong..."

Murong Lian clutched the deepest wound on his chest, panting uncontrollably, his thin lips lost blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning pale and blue.

Suddenly one of the assassins on the treetop muffled, "My lord, someone is coming!"

"Get out!"

A few black shadows swished, and the assassin quickly disappeared into the depths of the dense forest just like when he came.

Murong Lian cursed weakly: "Damn... bitch... don't run away... cough cough cough cough..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood, staggered and fell down on the sharp sandy river beach.

The bright moon was in the sky, the blood was scattered, and only Gu Mang and the seriously injured Murong Lian were left on the edge of the river.

Although in Gu Mang's memory, there are not many good memories related to Murong Lian left, but when he really saw Murong Lian lying in front of him covered in blood, the most secret root in his skull Nerves still tingled.

His fingertips felt cold, and he stood where he was for a while, then suddenly came back to his senses, and hurried forward to check on Murong Lian's injuries.Looking at it this way, it was even more shocking, not to mention anything else, the area on his chest had been blasted to a bloody mess by the arrowhead of spiritual power, bleeding profusely.

Gu Mang instinctively wanted to cover it with his hand, but it was useless, the sticky bright red soon covered his entire palm, but it couldn't stop Murong Lian's blood loss at all.

"Murong... Murong..."

Murong Lian was already dying at this moment, his eyes began to dim, and he lay on his back on the gravel ground, his chest heaved and heaved rapidly, more blood gushed out with every breath.

He turned his glass-colored eyes with great effort, looked at Gu Mang for a while, and said in a low voice, "You..."

"..."

"You...really...those...cough cough, things related to me...you...don't remember anything?"

If this scene had been asked one month earlier this time, before the memory of Gu Mang's reunion had not dissipated, then Gu Mang might have told him the truth.

Too late.

Gu Mang looked at Murong Lian's slightly raised peach blossom eyes, they were obviously such beautiful eyes, but because the glazed eyeballs floated up, he was born with a sinister look of three white eyes.

"You at least... At least you should..." Murong Lian took a breath, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to do something.But his injury was so serious that he couldn't use any strength in his body.He stared fixedly at Gu Mang's face, his eyes flickered with an extremely complicated and unwilling light, he opened his mouth, and just about to continue to say something, but what came out of his mouth was not a sound, but blood.

There were voices and lights approaching in the dense forest in the distance, a gleam of clarity suddenly flashed on Murong Lian's pale face.

He raised his bloody hand, gathered a thin layer of brilliance, lightly tapped against Gu Mang's chest, and then pushed him away.

"run."

At this time, Murong Lian's sanity was on the verge of extinction, and his eyes began to lose focus, but he still urged in a hoarse and cloudy voice.

"...run away...or else..."

Another mouthful of blood poured out, Murong Lian's voice was almost inaudible, his beautiful peach eyes were wide open, the eyeballs moved slightly from side to side, reflecting the starry sky and Gu Mang's face in them.

The last rambling words fell from between the blood-stained lips and teeth: "...just... I can't explain it anymore..."

"Murong Lian!!"

"Gu Mang..." When he was in a daze, he said in a low voice, "...Actually...I...I didn't..."

Before he could finish speaking, a mouthful of blood was already gushing up.Murong Lian moved his hand, as if he wanted to do something last, but he didn't have any more strength, so his hand suddenly dropped down.

All this happened so suddenly that Gu Mang's head was buzzing, and he couldn't turn the mill at all.

What did Murong Lian want to say?

Almost at this moment, the patrolling monks from the Northern Frontier Army rushed out of the dense forest with a wind lantern.The lights shone on them, and the leader of the patrol captain was silent for a moment, and the lamp in his hand suddenly fell to the edge of the river.

The cultivator lost his voice and said, "Wangshu Jun?!!"

The hunting wind blew, and the whistle pierced the sky from the riverside, spreading throughout the entire night——

"Hurry up!! Wang Shu Jun has been assassinated!!!"

"Catch this assassin!"

"Catch him!!"

Gu Mang didn't intend to run away, but where would those monks care?Suddenly, a magical aurora shot out from the slanting stab, and hit Gu Mang hard on the back.

Where the aurora shot, someone shouted: "Hit! He can't run away!"

"Bring it back!"

Gu Mang fell down beside Murong Lian in a daze. He happened to be facing Murong Lian, facing that face that no one could see through——

This face was completely drained of blood at the moment, and those peach blossom eyes that were always full of sarcasm were tightly closed.

What did Murong Lian want to talk to him before... and what kind of person is Murong Lian...

Gu Mang, who lost his memory, thought in confusion, but he had no clue, and the last scene before he lost consciousness was a group of people from the Chiling Camp surrounding him.

"You...really...those...cough cough, things related to me...you...don't remember anything?"

"You at least... at least you should..."

So what?

What should I remember?

Murong Lian's words before he passed out were like a nightmare, echoing in the depths of his dream.

Gu Mang floated and sank in a dazed darkness, and a ray of light suddenly penetrated from his chest.He sat up in his dream and touched his chest.

The place where the light was emitting was exactly where Murong Lian pointed with his finger last time.

The light became brighter and brighter, continuously flowing out from his heart, and finally turned into a white butterfly in the darkness.

Gu Mang seemed to be attracted by some kind of inexplicable attraction, he got up from the ground, and followed the white butterfly constantly forward.

The dream is getting deeper and deeper.

As Lingdie led the way, he saw Mrs. Zhao's distorted face like mist: "You are so stubborn, how can you inherit your father's family business in the future and add glory to the lintel of Wangshu Mansion?"

He saw the steward of Wangshu Mansion approaching him deep in the thick fog: "Young Master, it's getting late, you need to hurry back to the piano room to practice, if you are late, you will inevitably be punished by the madam again."

He also saw in the depths of the misty mist, the young man Mo Xi standing on the shooting range with his bow and arrow in hand, his black and gold-edged overcoat fluttering in the wind, surrounded by some vague-faced school elders, all praising him and praising him.

And Murong Lian was watching gloomyly in the corner, clutching a volume of Lexiu Letters that he didn't like to read.

Countless tidal voices suddenly sounded in the dream——

It was Mrs. Zhao's first: "You will never be able to compare with him."

Then came the Elder of the Academy: "You are always inferior to him."

In the end, those voices laughed grinningly, twisting into Murong Lian's own soliloquy.

"Murong Lian, you will never be able to compare with him."

"You are a clown, a dark villain...you can't even decide what you like..."

"Are you Murong Lian? No, you are just a copy of your father...a matchmaking puppet...hahahahaha..."

Walking all the way.

Slowly, these sounds faded away, and the light of the white butterfly became more and more intense, and the fluorescent light that fluttered when it flapped its wings kept flying, gradually dispelling the endless darkness.Gu Mang saw a beam of skylight not far ahead. At first, there was the sound of wind coming from the light beam, and then the petals floated down bit by bit, and more butterflies formed by illusions flew out.

He walked forward—to the white center.

He heard Murong Lian's voice when he was a child, softly coming from the depths of that whiteness: "Is that you..."

Before Gu Mang could answer, the butterflies fluttering in front of him suddenly turned into blurred shadows.

The little Murong Lian stood in the white light and looked back at him: "It's you..."

Almost following his words, a flash of dazzling light suddenly flashed, causing Gu Mang to close his eyes suddenly. After a while, he heard the ding-dong wind chime hanging from the corner of the eaves.

A flattering voice speaks:

"Young Master Murong, take a closer look at the dessert box you want, if you are not satisfied, I will immediately ask the pastry chef to take it back and make it again."

Gu Mang slowly opened his eyes.

The dream has changed.

What came into view was a golden and red building, with camellias as big as bowls piled up all over the hall, and most of the servants were fat women in their 50s and [-]s, wearing uniform floral dresses of coarse cloth, smiling and laughing Busy back and forth.

This is Linglongzhai.

The most famous pastry shop in the capital city of Chonghua.

The young Murong Lian stood in front of the tall fir counter, raised his head, and talked arrogantly to the shopkeeper.

He seemed to be only four or five years old at that time, a very immature child, who was dressed up from head to toe in expensive and compelling ornaments, wishing that even his nails were inlaid with gems.But he is so small, gold, silver, emeralds and pearls are all piled together, so what others see at first glance is not a living person, but a moving treasure chest with short legs.

Businessmen naturally welcome this kind of customer who can't wait to write "I'm rich" on their foreheads. In addition, Murong Lian is one of the most noble sons in Chonghua, so even if it's a young child, The shopkeeper who is over half a hundred years old also wished he could kneel down and call his father in flattery.

Murong Lian stretched out his small short hand, took the pastry box, opened it, and saw the yellow shortbread was bright and crispy, the pale pink lotus pastry had distinct layers, and Linglongzhai's unique milk jelly, a small piece of crystal clear One, with a budding spring peach on it.

Murong Lian stared at it for a while, then reached out and unceremoniously took one and stuffed it into his mouth.

Vaguely ordered: "I want this. You go to redo a box."

Although the shopkeeper thought his serious yet greedy look was funny, he didn't dare to laugh out loud, so he nodded and bowed in response, and ordered the master to steam cakes and make cakes again.During this waiting process, Murong Lian sat in the upper seat of Linglong Zhai, drinking a pot of Chinese rose tea, and ate all the dim sum without hesitation.

Gu Mang was wondering why the illusion Murong Lian had left for him was this, when the shopkeeper raised the bamboo curtain and walked up to Murong Lian with a box of rewrapped snacks.

"Young Master Murong, you've made another copy. Would you like to take a look?"

Murong Lian was acting like a kid, imitating his mother, and waved his hands majestically: "No need, I'll just take it. The money will be transferred from my monthly account."

The shopkeeper: "...My lord, you don't have an account, only your Mrs. Zhao has a fixed account...how about drawing it from Mrs. Zhao's account?"

"No!" Murong Lian's eyes widened, he immediately rejected him, and then said, "Just wait, I have money."

After speaking, he began to take out from his small cloth pocket.

That cloth pocket is where Mrs. Zhao used to store spare money for Murong Lian. Mrs. Zhao kept strict control, and the money she gave him was actually not much, and most of it was loose money.So the shopkeeper watched as Mr. Murong, who was wearing gold and silver, took out handfuls of shabby white shellfish coins from his pocket, gathered them together, counted them one by two, three by four, found that they were not enough, and then dig.

But how much money can a four- and five-year-old have?After digging for a long time, there are also some broken shell coins.

Murong Lian raised his head, obviously a little guilty, but there is still some air to be had, so he said: "That's all. There's no need to look for it."

"…………"

"There will be a period later."

After finishing speaking, he carried the pastry box, and the five of them walked away in the shopkeeper's stunned and tearless eyes.

After returning to Wangshu Mansion, Murong Lian summoned his closest attendant, first pretended to have a sip of tea, then raised his eyes and asked, "Cough... that... that little slave, I pushed him away yesterday." I broke my head all at once, are you still alive?"

Gu Mang was stunned for a moment, he still had some impressions, so he vaguely reacted——

It turned out that this memory happened to me when I was pushed off the swing by Murong Lian, broke my head and was hugged by Aunt Lin to heal my injuries.

The attendant couldn't fathom Murong Lian's thoughts, so he replied with trepidation: "Young Master, he is still alive."

Murong Lian gave an inscrutable "Oh" and repeated, "He's still alive."

"Yes, yes, Aunt Lin took him to see Yaoxiu in time, and the boy is probably resting in Aunt Lin's room now. Does the young master have any orders?"

"...It's nothing." Murong Lian said, "Go down."

After the attendant left, Murong Lian sat cross-legged at the table and thought for a while, finally he took out an ancient coin from the storage box, held it in his hand and said to himself: "Throw the front, I Just go and apologize. If you don't agree with me, I'll eat this box of dim sum by myself."

After saying that, he threw the coin around on the table several times, and finally it turned upside down and did not move.

"Okay." Murong Lian said in a bad mood, "Anyway, I pushed you, so if you apologize, you will apologize, and you won't lose a hair."

So she jumped off the chair, tiptoed to pick up Linglongzhai's pastry box from the table, and walked towards Aunt Lin's room.