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The sky darkened, the twilight deepened, there was only a pallet in the room that was barely enough for someone to sleep on, so the man never came in again.

Was it late autumn? Why was the sky so cold? Everything was withered. Those who could see and couldn't see were all silently flowing away.

Luo Shang was wrapped in clothes, seeing the weak bonfire on the ground that seemed to be going out, she inadvertently touched the little fellow inside his stomach through his clothes, and revealed a satisfied and gentle smile. No matter how cold, how difficult, or how bitter, she felt happy to have this child.

As she pushed open the door, a few snowflakes floated into the room. The pure white and cool temperature fell on the back of her hand, melting as it fell.

It was snowing. Unexpectedly, there would also be snow falling in the capital at this time of year.

Luo Shang reached out her hand to hold the snowflakes that were falling from the sky, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but reveal a light smile. Hearing the sound of swords scraping against the ground, she turned her head. The man was focused on practicing martial arts. Her sword shadows swept up the leaves on the ground, her sword aura piercing through the air.

Every movement of his seemed familiar to her, as if she had seen him somewhere before. She clutched the hem of her robe and walked towards him.

Seeing her coming over, Tang Ao put down the sword in his hand. He seemed to avoid her very much, and just as he was about to turn around, he heard her ask: "Have we met each other somewhere before?"

He had assassinated this woman three times, let her go once, saved her once. Of course they had seen her before.

"I want to ask, before this, before you take my life. Have we met before? " Luo Shang frowned, she had a nagging feeling that she had met this person before. She also felt that this person was very familiar, maybe the two of them were once very close.

When he saw this woman for the first time, Tang Ao truly felt that she looked like an old friend. Therefore, he always had a different kind of feeling for her. He was merciless when it came to assassins, and he had an important matter to take care of. He would never be sentimental about her, but he would always have a trace of protection and love for her. That was why he had risked his life to take her away when he had secretly snuck into the Water Moon Restaurant to steal their secret information about her.

After a moment of silence, he decisively said, "No."

Looking at his gradually fading back, Luo Shang had a nagging feeling that something had appeared in her mind, that this scene had occurred at some point in time.

But since Tang Ao had already said so, she would not ask anymore.

It was a night of cold wind, causing the windows and doors to creak, the simple and crude house had a few pieces of broken roof tiles blown away by the wind. Not long after dawn, Tang Ao grinded his teeth as he treated his wounds and put on his clothes.

She carefully bent over and carefully made her clothes dripping with water. Occasionally, she would stop and wipe them …

Sweat trickled down his forehead. He then lowered his head and looked at his lower abdomen with a gentle and beautiful smile. He was very satisfied.

From the beginning till the end, Tang Ao had only met this woman a few times. The first time he saw her was on the day of her marriage, when she was in front of the carriage, dressed in red, with a phoenix crown that was flawless, and a beautiful appearance. Even though it was through the veil, it was not difficult to see how breathtaking she was.

The second time he saw her was during a epidemic in the capital. At that time, her heart was connected to the common people of the world. A woman did not fear life and death, testing medicine with her own body. From that moment onwards, Tang Ao had a kind of appreciation for her.

After that, he avoided his relatives and risked his life to save Leng Shaoyu. This kind of woman was worthy of respect. She, who was tenacious and tenacious, became weak when he snuck into Water Moon Restaurant and saw her. She was afraid of being that helpless when she saw Leng Shaoyu.

Tang Ao was also aware of everything that had happened in the Luo Family. If not for this child, perhaps this woman really wouldn't have had the courage and conviction to live on in peace.

"Who allowed you to touch my clothes?"

Luo Shang did not stop. Only when she was done with the last item did she finally turn around and say to him with a smile: "As repayment to Young Master Tang, this is what I should do."

With a straight face, Tang Ao walked directly to the clothes rack, grabbed all of his clothes and threw out, "Don't touch my things again." After leaving, there was a series of heavy slamming of the door.

Luo Shang laughed helplessly. Just as she was about to turn around, she saw the few drops of red on the ground. These red marks extended all the way to his room.

The blood was his. Was he injured? Luo Shang frowned, and looked at the closed door.

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It was dark in the room, and the man was sitting there, gritting his teeth and pouring his shoulder with the burning liquor. He was enduring a heart-wrenching pain, letting the wine remove the dirt from his wounds.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and he vigilantly grabbed the long sword on the table. Only when he saw that it was her, did he manage to put the sword down with difficulty.

Frowning, he bellowed, "Who let you in? Get out!"

Luo Shang ignored his words, bringing along some medicinal wine and medicine that she had brought along to heal her injuries as she placed them on the table. Panting, the man picked up the side of her shirt to cover her wound, but the woman took it off.

Seeing the wound on his shoulder, the deep scars were still bleeding non-stop. The blood was like a torrential river that was about to gush out, and the blood bubbles ruptured one after another.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing her reach out towards him, Tang Ao immediately stopped her.

"The wound is too deep, I can't continue with just alcohol." Luo Shang took off the clothes on his back that was wrapped around her waist. Her eyes trembled.

The new wounds and old wounds densely covered his entire back's skin. Every scar was very deep, and every rainy season, the wound would become inflamed. How much patience did he have to endure through this long rainy season in the capital?

"I don't need your sympathy." Her cold voice was the same as this man's, like the wind. There was no such thing as' no emotions' or 'no warmth'.

"You are a killer, but you are also human." Luo Shang said gently.

Tang Ao's body froze, a complicated look appeared in his eyes, he did not speak, and allowed the woman to take off the clothes that were sticking to his wound.

Her hands were very soft. When the somewhat cold temperature touched him, there was actually a trace of pleasure and comfort, making him feel as if it was a kind of pleasure.

He was an assassin, and for revenge, he wanted to take back everything that belonged to him, his position as emperor. He had hidden his name, was homeless, and had an irreconcilable hatred for his mother. He had painstakingly trained in the way of the sword, so he had become a merciless assassin in this world. He was called an ordinary shadow ghost.

He had nothing but hatred, no lovers, no one who loved him. After leaving the Guardian Nation, his life no longer belonged to himself, so when he heard Luo Shang's words, his heart was moved.

She was right. Although she was a killer, she was also human. She could get hurt, die, have feelings, and also have things she wanted to protect.

"Endure it." With one hand, Luo Shang poured alcohol into his injured wound and rubbed the white powder on his palm back and forth while the alcohol was still in the air.

The sweat on the man's forehead flowed down his neck. Apart from being drenched by the wine, he was also drenched in sweat due to the pain. He gritted his teeth silently. The black hair on his forehead was clenched into a fist. Blue veins appeared on his hand one by one as if he was about to burst them out.

After applying the good medicine, Luo Shang tore off a white cloth to bandage his wounds, and the scar on her shoulder was especially glaring. She suddenly thought back to the cliff, the time she applied the medicine for Leng Shaoyu, and at that time, she was so worried for him in her heart.

She could not forgive him, not in this life.

Sensing that the woman was abnormal, Tang Ao intentionally coughed twice. Only then did Luo Shang regain her senses and tied the white cloth around him.

"I will leave this medicine here. Sooner or later, we will each have our own medicine. In the future, don't practice the sword anymore. If you were to open your wounds again, it won't be as easy to treat as it is today." You also know medicine, so you should know as well. " His wound must have been torn open by the sword practice in the snowstorm last night.

Luo Shang carried him and helped him change out of his dirty clothes that were stained with blood. She was about to leave when she stopped walking and turned to ask, "This injury, was it yesterday at the Water Moon Restaurant …"

"It's not him." The man interrupted her decisively.

"No, that's not what I meant. What I meant was …"

Luo Shang wanted to ask if the injury was caused by her leaving yesterday. It was obvious that it was a new injury. With his martial arts skills, Shui Yue wouldn't have been injured like this. However, if he brought her along, things would be different.

However, he thought that she wanted to ask if it was Leng Shaoyu who did it.

"It's not because of you either." Tang Ao rejected him flatly.

Luo Shang nodded, then turned and left the room.

After she left, a strange look flashed across Tang Ao's eyes, but could not be seen from her face.

Shui Yue was surrounded by traps everywhere, and the outer perimeter was also surrounded by the people of the King Jin Palace. It was almost impossible to escape with wings, it was really difficult to bring a person along with her. He had knocked Luo Shang out, and the blade on his shoulder was left behind to protect her.