A Hundred Ways To Kill A Heartthrob

Sang Xinghe said this without thinking that the other party would believe it, but he just didn't have the memory of the previous two days, and he didn't even know how he woke up. He just stabbed the long sword into Yuci's heart just a moment ago, and was woken up by the younger sister in the next moment.

It was winter a moment ago, and now spring has begun. Sang Xinghe felt that everything in front of him seemed to be a dream. He lived in a sloppy dream, but what dream would be so real?

He couldn't help but look a little bit dejected, but he heard something in his ear--

"I believe."

Sang Xinghe was taken aback, and immediately raised his head to look at Shen Jue, "You believe me?"

Shen Jue looked at Sang Xinghe coldly, "I believe it, so can you go now?"

Sang Xinghe sighed in his heart, this is just unbelief, nothing, he didn't think anyone could believe it, if someone said this to him, he would not believe it, but Sang Xinghe still had doubts in his heart and wanted to ask. Doctor his situation. But the most urgent task now is to coax people back, "Xiao Jue, you want to be angry with me, beat me and scold me, but don't stay here, there are so many people here."

He breathed in a low voice and coaxed people warmly. Shen Jue frowned slightly when he saw Sang Xinghe like this.

The Sang Xinghe in front of him seemed to be familiar to him, while Sang Xinghe in the previous two days was overcast and unpredictable, with a perverted temperament, like a different person. Shen Jue admitted that he had not offended Sang Xinghe in the previous two days, and the other party had no reason. Say such heavy words to him.

Thinking of this, Shen Jue suddenly stepped forward and touched Sang Xinghe's face.

Sang Xinghe was stunned by the touch, and then he saw Shen Jue rubbing his face and touching his neck deliberately. Sang Xinghe is a wise man, and he immediately reacted, "Do you suspect that I am disguised?"

It was the same this time. Shen Jue didn't touch anything. He pursed his lower lip and retracted his hand. When facing Sang Xinghe, he only shook his head, and then said, "Let's go."

Shen Jue came to Chunfeng Pavilion to retreat, wanting to see what Sang Xinghe thought, and the other party came to apologize as he expected, but the reaction was different from what he had imagined.

The night before and after, Sang Xinghe seemed to be a different person. He thought there was always something tricky in it, and he could only find it if he stayed next to Sang Xinghe.

When Sang Xinghe heard that Shen Jue was willing to go with him, he immediately curled his lower lip, and when he saw Shen Jue's body print again, his eyes were low. Although he was not very angry, he asked tentatively, " mark……"

Shen Jue glanced at him, and Sang Xinghe was taken aback when he looked at him, "Me?"

Shen Jue nodded.

Sang Xinghe frowned slightly, and he took a closer look. The imprint on Shen Jue was indeed not a fresh one. At least one day or more, one day...it happened to be the two days he had no memory of, which means he tossed Shen Jue. In this way, I came to Chunfeng Pavilion again and drank the flower wine all night, and then went back to quarrel with others, and brought the popularity to Chunfeng Pavilion?

Is he so bad?

While Sang Xinghe was introspecting himself, Shen Jue looked at the clothes under the bed and looked at Sang Xinghe with a little disgust, "I don't want to wear yesterday's clothes."

Sang Xinghe replied, "I will help you buy a set of clothes and come back. After I leave, you remember to lock the door."

After speaking, he went out. He closed the door carefully before leaving. The details made Shen Jue even more suspicious. Is the Sang Xinghe he saw two days ago really Sang Xinghe? But he touched it last night and there was no trace of disguise. The disguise potion can at most disguise a person into another appearance, but to completely disguise a person into another person's appearance, a human skin mask must be needed.

Taking a step back, if Sang Xinghe in the previous two days was fake, why didn't the real Sang Xinghe stand up? It happened two days later, and only then, even though Sang Xinghe had been bathed, he still smelled a faint smell of wine from the other party.

This made Shen Jue's doubts deeper.

...

After seeing Sang Xinghe go out, the little sister has been waiting at the door to come back. She saw Shen Jue and Sang Xinghe come back together, and immediately ran over with a smile, "Shen Jue, you are finally back." She went to La Shen Jue. Arm, "You haven't had breakfast yet? I asked the small kitchen to make something delicious, and you quickly eat with me."

Shen Jue was dragged forward by her, and Sang Xinghe, who was one step behind, coughed. He wanted to draw attention, but he knew that the two people in front hadn't looked back, so he couldn't help but say: "Yang Yang, I didn't have breakfast either. meal."

The little sister didn't look back, "Master brother, go to Chunfeng Pavilion to eat, the food there is delicious."

It was this **** Spring Breeze Pavilion again, and Sang Xinghe couldn't help but curse in his heart.

He saw that the younger sister didn't wait to see him, and did not hesitate to follow him. After entering Tianluo Temple, he turned around and went to the courtyard of Doctor Anzhong.

The doctor was sorting out the medicinal materials. When Sang Xinghe was coming, he quickly put down the things in his hands, "Why are you here? Are you feeling well?"

When Sang Xinghe first woke up two days ago, the doctor went to see him, and he came back when he saw that people were alive and well.

Sang Xinghe hesitated, then said, "I seem to be something wrong?"

"Does it have a headache?" the doctor said anxiously.

"No." Sang Xinghe denied, "I seem to have lost a part of my memory."

He explained his problem to the doctor in detail, and after listening, the doctor frowned and looked solemn, "This... the medical books have recorded the absence of soul syndrome, but your current situation is different from the absence of soul syndrome. , Are you sure you have no impression of the memory of these two days?"

"It's not just these two days, but my memory still stays on the day I just killed Yuci." Sang Xinghe's expression was not very good, "and I seem to have done a lot of silly things in these two days, not only did I have no impression, I don’t think I can do those things either."

The doctor also couldn't answer Sang Xinghe's situation, so he could only vaguely say: "Maybe your head injury hasn't healed and you have lost a part of your memory. It's not impossible."

Is it caused by the unhealed head injury?

Sang Xinghe was dubious, but now he can only think so. He left the doctor and returned to his yard.

Sang Xinghe returned to his room first, and soon discovered that the long sword that should have been hung on the wall was gone. He immediately called the handyman who was in charge of cleaning, "Did you see the Qingyue Sword on my wall?"

The sword was given by the master when he reached the crown, and he has always cherished it very much.

The handyman heard Sang Xinghe's question, and his face was a little bit stunned, "The sword, you let the little one be buried in the soil, and..."

"What else?" Sang Xinghe felt bad.

The handyman has been serving in Sang Xinghe’s yard. I don’t know how important the Qingyue Sword is to Sang Xinghe. He was so afraid that he sweated coldly on his forehead, "Also... let the little... Above"

Sang Xinghe: "..."

He was silent for a long time before saying: "Did it pee on the sword or on the soil where the sword was buried?"

Seeing Sang Xinghe's expression unpleasant, the handyman swallowed a mouthful of water before shaking his body and saying, "All...urine..."

"Okay, I see." Sang Xinghe felt tired and didn't want to listen anymore. He waved his hand weakly, "Go out."

He wants to be alone now.

He didn't want to take that sword back, he was so sick that he just wanted to vomit.

What did he do in these two days...

...

In that room, Junior Sister and Shen Jue had finished their breakfast, and they pulled Shen Jue to talk. Shen Jue looked at the Junior Sister and remembered one thing.

"What portrait did you say the first time you saw me, do you still have an impression?"

"Portrait?" The little junior girl blinked her eyes, thinking for a while before suddenly realizing, "Are you talking about the portrait in the senior brother's study?"

Sang Xinghe's study?

Shen Jue suppressed the surprise, and asked calmly, "You said that the person in the painting is me, right?"

The little sister nodded first, then shook her head, "I don’t know, I see you look a lot like you, but now I get along with you a lot, and I feel that the person in the painting is not you, and the portrait seems to have been around for years. You are only 19 years old now, it should not be you, unless someone painted your current appearance many years in advance, but how does that person know that you look like this now?"

This made Shen Jue a little confused, he thought about it, and decided to visit Sang Xinghe's study in person.

When he went to the study, Sang Xinghe was not in the yard, so Shen Jue went straight into Sang Xinghe's study smoothly, but he roughly turned around and did not see the so-called picture scroll.

He walked around behind the desk and found a locked cabinet under the desk. He looked at the lock and found that the lock was not an ordinary lock, but a nine-digit code lock. These nine-digit code locks will reset the code every time they are unlocked. Except for the owner of the lock, it is difficult for others to easily crack it. What is in this cabinet that would allow Sang Xinghe to use such a complicated lock?

When he followed Sang Xinghe with his soul in previous lives, he didn't notice this.

While Shen Jue was holding the code lock to study, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the study. He immediately put down the lock, got up, and saw Sang Xinghe coming in from outside the door.

Sang Xinghe was taken aback when she saw Shen Jue, "Come to the study to find something?"

Shen Jue nodded and lied: "I want to learn painting from Qian Song, but the paper he uses is expensive paper. I'm a beginner and don't want to waste such good paper, so I want to see if there is any cheap paper here. Drawing paper."

"Yes." Sang Xinghe walked to the table and opened an unlocked drawer. "This is all the paper I used to paint. You usually come here to fetch it. It doesn't matter how much you use."

"You also painted before?" Shen Jue asked.

Sang Xinghe nodded and took out a stack of paper from inside, "I studied with the master for a while, but then I didn't draw much."

He turned his head to look at Shen Jue, "I have painting tools too, do you want it?"

Shen Jue took the drawing paper from Sang Xinghe, "No need, Qiansong has it."

Speaking of the master of Sang Xinghe, Shen Jue lived here for a few months and never met. The younger sister said that their master was in retreat. Not long after returning from Sang Xinghe, the place of retreat was the back mountain of Tianluo Temple. .

After taking the drawing paper, Shen Jue pretended to be interested in Sang Xinghe’s study. After walking around it a few times, he suddenly asked, "Do you have that kind of picture album?"

Sang Xinghe didn't know why, "Huh?"

Shen Jue turned to look at him, "It's the picture album that Chunfeng Pavilion should have."

Sang Xinghe had an epiphany. He clenched his fist and coughed softly on his lips, "I...not." After speaking, his earlobes were slightly stained red. He really didn’t, but he was curious about it when he was young. He secretly looked through the album of his junior brother’s collection, but he didn’t feel anything at that time. He just felt that the two villains who were fighting on paper have not been on the martial arts secrets. The fighting villains are interesting.

He was so embarrassed, but Shen Jue was unwilling to let him go, and even approached him, "You really don't? Are you hiding somewhere?"

Looking at this face at close range, Sang Xinghe thought of many beautiful pictures inexplicably. When he was young, he found it boring. Now it seems quite interesting to think about it. Thinking of this, Sang Xinghe blushed. He hid back and said embarrassedly: "No, I didn't lie to you."

Shen Jue rolled his eyes and pointed to the locked cabinet, "What's in there?"

Sang Xinghe followed Shen Jue's fingers and looked at it, and the heat on his face gradually faded, "It's nothing more than some letters, because they are all letters to old friends, so I locked them for fear of losing them." He said. He took Shen Jue's hand, "Let's go, it's not fun in this."

Shen Jue deliberately said that the cabinet in front of Sang Xinghe meant to be temptation. One was to test whether the contents of the cabinet were important or not, and the other was to test his importance in Sang Xinghe's heart at this time, but now it seems , Sang Xinghe had very limited feelings for him.

...

In the next few days, Sang Xinghe behaved very normally, as if the violent Sang Xinghe did not exist in the previous few days. In the daytime, Sang Xinghe either stayed at the teacher's gate to instruct the juniors and sisters to practice martial arts, or went out to help the villagers and the elderly, doing some more dangerous tasks, such as repairing the roof.

He is very self-disciplined, and Shen Jue has fully realized it these days.

Before dawn, Sang Xinghe got up. After he got up, he would call Shen Jue in the next room together. He believed that the reason for Shen Jue’s weakness was that he did not exercise well, so he took Shen Jue with him every morning. Jue ran a circle in the back mountain.

"The most important thing for us martial arts people is the body. Only when the body is strong can martial arts get better." Sang Xinghe said, pulling Shen Jue, who was already panting, and ran two more laps.

Shen Jue felt that his body was weak, and Sang Xinghe's approach was actually what he wanted, but there were embarrassing things. Staying with Sang Xinghe, his body would always have fragrance. Running is something that makes your heart excited. Sang Xinghe usually can't help but stop after running a few laps, with a look a little embarrassed, "I'm going to wash my face."

Shen Jue glanced at Sang Xinghe's lower body silently, when he knew nothing.

Sang Xinghe, who had returned to normal, did not do anything too intimate with Shen Jue, he was more like teaching Shen Jue as a young brother.

For Shen Jue, this is half good and half bad.

...

That day and night, the younger sister invited Shen Jue and Sang Xinghe to celebrate the end of Qiansong's new album. At the banquet, Sang Xinghe did not let Shen Jue and the younger sister have a drink, only he and Qiansong drank. The younger sister was a little dissatisfied, and sneaked up to Shen Jue's ear, "Big brother is really an antique, and we are not allowed to drink."

Shen Jue took a sip of sour plum juice, and then said softly: "Wine is really not a good thing, so you don't need to drink it."

Seeing that Shen Jue was not standing by her side, the little junior sister sighed, she could only stare at Qiansong's cup eagerly.

After the meal, Sang Xinghe went for a walk with Shen Jue. Now the weather is cool and the night is the most comfortable. With dense stars and elegant air, Sang Xinghe was already drunk, and he became even more drunk by the wind, and he walked a little awkwardly. Seeing how he walked, Shen Jue couldn't help but reminded, "Don't fall."

Sang Xinghe tilted his head and smiled at Shen Jue, "It's okay, I won't fall."

As soon as the words fell, he saw Sang Xinghe's body shake and fell directly to the ground.

This one fell away.

Shen Jue squatted down to check Sang Xinghe's situation, "Sang Xinghe?" He turned the person over and found that Sang Xinghe's head seemed to be knocked by a stone. Although there was no bleeding, it was a little broken. Closed tightly, I don't know if I fainted or fell asleep.

Shen Jue patted Sang Xinghe's face, but didn't respond. He pinched Sang Xinghe's people again. This time they woke up.

Just as soon as he woke up, he firmly grasped Shen Jue's hand.

Sang Xinghe's eyes were sharp and he looked at the person in front of him displeasedly, his voice low, "What are you doing?"

Shen Jue was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "You just passed out from a fall. I want to pinch you and wake you up."

Sang Xinghe let out Shen Jue's hand and got up from the ground by himself. He looked at Shen Jue indifferently, "You used so much strength, I thought you were going to kill me, it turned out to be saving me. what."

Shen Jue looked at Sang Xinghe, who spoke so meanly, frowning his eyebrows, and the person in front of him seemed to have just woke up.

too weird.

He thought for a while, and wanted to leave Sang Xinghe, who was obviously much more dangerous in front of him, and called Junior Sister and Qiansong, "You just knocked over, I'll ask the doctor to help you take a look."

But before Shen Jue ran a few steps, he was caught by the people behind him. Sang Xinghe grabbed Shen Jue's arm and dragged the person to the rockery next to him. The words were still ugly, "What kind of doctor is you called? You can just give me some internal strength."

Shen Jue struggled immediately when he heard the words, but he couldn't beat Sang Xinghe and was subdued in a few strokes, even his hands were **** by his belt.

"Sang Xinghe, are you crazy?" Shen Jue flushed with anger.

Sang Xinghe quickly untied his belt and said shamelessly: "Yes, I'm crazy. Only you can cure my madness."

"Asshole...you...don't..."

"I want it."

...

No, I didn't think it was right. Compared with the last time, Shen Jue felt that the person in front of him seemed to have changed more clearly this time. He just fell and opened his eyes to completely become another person.

Shen Jue had heard of this kind of situation. When practicing to practice, there will be two personalities in a person's body, but Sang Xinghe doesn't seem to be crazy. Why?

This is an illusion, some things will indeed be played out of common sense, but Sang Xinghe's temperament will not change drastically, right? And is it changing at two extremes?

Sang Xinghe's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and he was a little unhappy when he saw people. He couldn't help but bit Shen Jue's earlobe, then gritted his teeth and said: "At this time, you can think of other things. It's really patience. "

Shen Jue raised his eyebrows in pain. He turned his head and looked at Sang Xinghe, who was very close to him, with complicated eyes, "Who are you? You are not Sang Xinghe."

When the other party heard this, he sneered, "Why do you say that I am not Sang Xinghe, I am Sang Xinghe, I have the memory of Sang Xinghe, possess his martial arts, own his body, I am not Sang Xinghe who is? Sang Xinghe?" When he said this, he suddenly used his strength, and he took a light breath and smiled happily.

He lowered his head slightly, and there was a hint of dumbness in his low male voice, "You can treat me like Sang Xinghe's demon, I just did what he wanted to do but didn't dare to do."

Demon? Is there such a demon? Kinky. Demon is almost the same.

Shen Jue was taken home in the end, without knowing the personnel, and it was noon the next day when she woke up again. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt the pain in his body. Not to mention the back pain, the more embarrassing was the pain in another location. Sang Xinghe forced him to beg for mercy in the rockery last night and asked him to applaud his brother. Shen Jue refused. Sang Xinghe's expression changed suddenly. As if he hadn't seen meat in ten years, he almost swallowed him alive. It was Shen Jue. Unable to hold on any longer, in the end he cried ashamedly and called Sang Xinghe several good brothers.

Recalling everything last night, Shen Jue's face became particularly ugly.

At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Shen Jue immediately turned his head to look, and saw Sang Xinghe coming in with a bowl of porridge.

Sang Xinghe put down the porridge first, then turned his head and looked at the bed. When he saw the person awake, he said, "When you wake up, come and eat something."

Shen Jue looked at each other warily, and after a while, he said, "Are you the demon?"

There was a gentle smile on Sang Xinghe's face. Hearing this, his smile gradually faded. He didn't seem to want to pretend anymore, and his tone became cold, "Come and have porridge."

Shen Jue didn't move.

Sang Xinghe waited for a while, but he lost his patience. He strode to the bed and looked at the person on the bed coldly, "I'll tell you one last sentence, get up and drink porridge, don't toast or eat or drink fine wine."

When the words fell, he saw that the person on the bed turned his face away. Before he could get angry, he heard Shen Jue say in a low voice, "I feel a pain all over, I can't get up."

Sang Xinghe was silent for a moment, then sat down by the bed, and put his hand on Shen Jue's quilt, "I gave you medicine last night and it still hurts? Why are you so squeamish?"

These words are like firecrackers, which detonated the emotions of the person in bed.

Shen Jue took the pillow next to him and slammed it on Sang Xinghe's face, with a stern expression, "You get out of here, I don't want to see you."

Sang Xinghe was smashed, and before he could speak, he saw that the smasher was wronged. Shen Jue's eyes were red, and he glared at him. Those blue eyes were already beautiful, but now they look even more beautiful with anger in their eyes.

Sang Xinghe hugged the pillow and looked at Shen Jue like this. His eyes were inexplicable. He turned aside his face slightly, and said weakly, "I don't know if it hurts after taking the medicine... It's just that the medicine doesn't work, you do not be angry."

After that, he himself felt wrong, why should he sigh with Shen Jue?

So Sang Xinghe sighed again, turned his head and prepared to continue arguing with Shen Jue. This time his mouth opened, but he closed it again soon because the other party was crying.

The Tianluo body is really a treasure from the heavens. It is not only not ugly when crying, but also very beautiful. It makes people want to hug this treasure into their arms and coax them with a soft voice. It's even better.

Sang Xinghe was silent for a long time, but still retreated, "Okay, okay, I was too much, and my hands hurt? May I feed you porridge?"

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Sang Xinghe: I don't know what the situation is, and I dare not ask.

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