Chapter 411

Chen Wanyue didn't worry about taking the antidote after seeing her dream. Instead, she mentioned Kunlun. Fang Yuan knew what she thought.

Sure enough, Chen Wanyue immediately looked into his eyes and asked slowly, "then, when you get the only antidote, why don't you give it to your brother and even mention her to me?"

When Fang Yuan told Chen Wanyue about those things last night, he didn't mention Kunlun at all.

Just like he didn't want to give it to Chen Wanyue after he got the only antidote.

But now, he wants Chen Wanyue to take it.

Can it be said that Chen Wanyue's position in Fangyuan's heart is higher and more important than Kunlun?

no

Never.

Even if Chen Wanyue and Fangyuan already have that kind of substantive relationship, they also enjoy the current seemingly dull happy life, but Fangyuan dares to swear: in his heart, nineteen Chen Wanyue are not as important as a little finger of Kunlun!

Yes, since Fangyuan drove away Kunlun five years ago (well, now it has to be said five years ago), I haven't seen her again. It seems that I don't care about her life or death at all.

However, the importance of Kunlun in the heart of the surrounding area is unmatched by anyone.

No one can compare.

Just as he can never forget what Xia Xiaoyun said when she was carried out by the wild cliff of the mountain pass -- he can't forget that when he was 13 years old, when his benefactor taught him his skills and made him swear never to kill, he asked the old man blankly: but if someone tried to kill me again and again, and this man was very damn?

I'll kill for you.

A girl with a stuttering and more astringent voice answered the questions for the old man.

That year, Fang Yuan was only 13 years old, and the girl was four years younger than him, only nine years old.

But she told him very seriously that she should leave the murder to her.

Kunlun said so and did so.

During the years of wandering the Jianghu in Fangyuan, he didn't kill anyone himself. All the damn people died under Kunlun's hands.

She is his shadow.

She is his Kunlun.

She lived for him and was destined to die for him.

No one, no one, can replace Kunlun's position in the heart of the square.

Even if she has been driven away by Fangyuan for five years, more than 2000 days and nights.

When Fang Yuan thought of her, he was used to looking in the direction of Kunlun mountain.

That's because he knew that there was a lonely girl staring at him in that direction.

It's far away, thousands of miles away, but it can't stop her infatuated eyes.

But when there was only one bottle of autopsy antidote, Fang Yuan thought again, but finally decided to give it to Chen Wanyue.

No one knows how painful it is to pretend to be relaxed and take out the antidote to Chen Wanyue.

But he doesn't regret it.

Because he knew very well that if Kunlun was present, he would understand why he did this: Chen Wanyue, a poor and great mother, did not hesitate to pay any price, including life and innocence, for her daughter.

The greatest thing in the world is maternal love.

Fang Yuan really couldn't bear to watch a great mother die in such pain.

As for Kunlun, Fang Yuan vaguely felt that if Kunlun died, would he become the shadow of the girl?

The shadow never leaves its master.

Whether in the sun or in the underworld, they will follow each other for life.

Looking at Chen Wanyue's eyes, Fang Yuan saw the appearance of Kunlun from her eyes. It was so clear, within reach, but with a lonely distance.

For a long time, he pretended to smile easily, moved his eyes and said faintly: "my brother's ability is much greater than me -- maybe she has found the antidote now."

Chen Wanyue picked up the tip of her eyebrows and then smiled.

The laughter was very debauchery and light. He slowly fell into his arms, closed his eyes and murmured, "in fact, you are reluctant to lose me, because in these days, I let you enjoy the safety you have never had before."

"Or -- that's it."

The corners of Fang Yuan's mouth trembled a few times, picked up the tea cup and began to drink water.

"Then how can I thank you?"

Chen Wanyue raised her hand and began to unbutton his shirt slowly.

When Fang Yuan bowed his head, a touch of disgust flashed in his eyes (he didn't object to doing that kind of thing with Chen Wanyue. Anyway, he had fallen willingly. He didn't care about the so-called morality and ethics, just concentrate on enjoying it), but he said in a frivolous tone: "it depends on your performance tonight. Can you satisfy me?"

Chen Wanyue slowly raised her head and attached it to his ear. Her teeth gently bit his earlobe and said with a giggle: "I will satisfy you. I swear, you will never forget tonight."

Chen Wanyue didn't lie.

She is indeed a woman who does what she says. Even when she falls asleep, the madness of this woman is repeated in the cerebral cortex - it is the kind of temporary and final madness that seems to come at the end of the world.

It was not until early in the morning that Fang Yuan really slept when she heard her satisfied and comfortable sigh and went down to make breakfast.

When the sun climbed to the height of nine o'clock the next day, Fang Yuan moved and opened his eyes.

The air seemed to be filled with the smell of love after the crazy love between men and women last night. It was mixed with the aroma of millet porridge, which made people really unable to describe what it was like.

Is this the taste of debauchery?

Fang Yuan doesn't know and doesn't bother to think about it.

He only knows that since some things have been wrong, they must be wrong, so there is no need to feel guilty or anything.

As people often say: since you can't resist, take pain as a kind of enjoyment.

In this way, people's mentality will be much better.

Fang Yuan's attitude was good. He dragged his slippers lazily out of the door, raised his arms, looked at the bright sun, stretched a big stretch, and began to recite his good words of "ingenious" again: "the small building was hit by the east wind last night, and my country can't look back in the moonlight..."

If it was in the past, no matter what Chen Wanyue was doing, she would immediately applaud and call out: good poetry, good poetry, in the end, good poetry, unprecedented, and no one will come later!

But today, the woman with great potential for flattery did not appear.

The yard was also quiet. Only the millet porridge on the stone table was still fragrant.

"Ask you how much sorrow you can have. It's just a river of spring water flowing eastward."

Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, still reciting the word empress Li, walked slowly through the kitchen, washing room and West Wing room, and finally came behind the gate.

The gate of the courtyard was not inserted (it was inserted into the door after Fang Yuan came home last night) and there was no anti lock. It was just closed.

He slowly raised his hand and opened the courtyard door: the alley outside, or that alley, was empty.

"Ask you how much sorrow you can have. It's just a river of spring water flowing eastward."

After staring at the outside for a long time, Fang Yuan repeated the last two words, closed the courtyard door and turned to the main house.

In fact, he wanted to run quickly -- but he seemed to be afraid of scaring the sleeping baby. He walked slowly and lightly step by step.

After entering the house, Fang Yuan hoped that the woman who was always satirized by him as "old cucumbers painted with green paint to make them tender" would jump out of the door like a girl, whine and shout to scare him -- why did he stand for three minutes, but he didn't even hear the second person's breathing?

"Flow eastward, flow eastward."

Fang Yuan smiled and looked at the table.

There is an envelope on the table, which is neatly placed.

Fang Yuan walked over, sat on the sofa, didn't take the envelope, and looked under the table.

A small glass bottle, right there.

What's inside is the antidote to the corpse poison.

She didn't take it, but she left.

Fang Yuan opened the envelope.

There are two letter papers folded into a triangle, one with the name of a square on it, and the other with nothing on it.

Fang Yuan knew that the letter paper without writing anything was left by Chen Wanyue to Xia Xiaoyun.

He opened the letter paper Chen Wanyue gave him: Fangyuan, I won't forgive you!

After this line of words was written, it was deliberately described several times, and the font became thicker and darker, giving people a shocking vision.

I won't forgive myself.

Me and you are the dirtiest couple of dog men and women in the world.

Especially when we do that kind of thing, physical and physiological instinctive needs make me more crazy, it will be more painful.

When it is more painful, I will have an illusion, as if Xia Xiaoyun is watching us.

Watching us ugly, like two insects rolling together, the action is very disgusting.

Fangyuan, I want to kill you

No matter how powerful you are, even if you never relax your vigilance against me (I can feel it), I have at least 14 chances to kill you when you sleep comfortably!

But I can't do it.

Because I know that you are forced, the person who really makes me degenerate is myself, and you are an innocent victim -- if you can tell me, graceful, let's go, find a place where no one knows, take good care of me all my life, like all the men who love women in the world, I will certainly kill you!

Fortunately, you didn't say that.

This shows me that you can't put Chu Ci.

That's my daughter.

Fangyuan, you know?

Many times, I am afraid that one day Chu Ci will stand in front of me, even if I don't say anything. Just looking at me, I will kill myself immediately - her shameless mother robbed her beloved man.

But what scares me more is that I seem to enjoy my days with you.

These days, compared with the year before Chu Ci was seven, let me become a woman like water. I just want to wait quietly for you all my life, cook and wash clothes for you, count every spring, summer, autumn and winter, and wait for the moment when my teeth finally fall out.

That is my dream life, but the man accompanying me is by no means you.

So I have to go.

But I can't bear to leave. I really can't bear to leave this happy and stable life.

I have to go -- last night, after you took out the antidote and advised me to take it, I knew it was time for me to leave you.

I won't go to you because I don't know why.

There is no reason to miss me.

I don't deserve to be missed by anyone. It's best that no one knows that I have lived once in this dirty world.

I don't want to kill you. In addition to being reluctant, I know that one day, I will wait for you there.

When I see you again -- I swear, I will bite you with my teeth, smash you, eat it, take you to the 18th floor of hell, and never exceed life!

Perhaps, only in that world can I completely let go and be your woman from my heart?

There is no shame, no morality, only dark and dirty in that place.

Because dirty, will live more happily.

Fangyuan, I'll wait for you. It's over there.