Pirate’s Infinite Wings

I'm afraid it's just to find someone who is as lonely as me? There is nothing to let go of now, I just hope that I can survive until September 15th.

Dying by Fang Lang's hands is much more meaningful than dying in obscurity here...

Thinking, he sat up, intending to change his stinking wound with a clean cloth and wash it, even though he knew it was not of much use, but the idea of ​​survival has been supporting him. As soon as I got out of bed, I suddenly heard the sound of wind passing by outside the window—it was by no means a natural sound of wind.

After so many years of wandering around the rivers and lakes, even now that his body is injured, he still has this vigilance. Ye Gucheng immediately turned sideways and stood on the edge of the table, and the darkness gave him cover. This position is just right so that people can not see the injury on his arm.

But there is no way to cover up the unconcealable stench, but since everyone is here, soldiers can only come to block it, and it will be covered by water and soil. In addition, he never thought that someone would know that he was hiding here.

The sword was on the table. With a backhand, he had already grasped the hilt. His reaction was still fast and his movements were still sensitive. It's just that the momentum has restrained a lot, perhaps because of the injury, people naturally become weaker.

"You don't need to draw your sword." Someone outside the window said with a smile: "If you have wine, you might as well pour a glass." Before he saw anyone, the voice had already reached Ye Gucheng's ears, and he could tell whose voice it was.

Ye Gucheng's hand holding the sword slowly relaxed, and his spirit relaxed a little. He could already hear this man's voice: "Fang Lang?" Even so, in order to ensure his own safety, he still asked tentatively.

After waiting for a while, it was quiet outside. Just when he thought he was gone, the door of his room was pushed open without warning. When did I become so weak that I didn't even notice the sound of footsteps?

Ye Gucheng was startled. If this continues, whether he can live until September 15th is still unknown. It's just that he knows Fang Lang's personality, and he will never take advantage of others. It's just his gut, and he trusts his feelings.

And, over the years, his intuition has never missed it. In many cases, before his brain could react, his hands had already moved, and it was because of this that he gained his current fame.

The people who came were of course Fang Lang and Lu Xiaofeng. Apart from the two of them, no one else knew where Ye Gucheng lived. Of course, this was except for the monk. But the last time I met him, Fang Lang could tell that the monk was definitely not the kind of person who broke his promise, so he was so relieved.

Ye Gucheng barely stood up, stood up straight, covered his clothes, suppressed his sorrow, and strode over, the door was open, Fang Lang smiled, looked at him, and said, "You didn't expect me to come? "Then he sat down on the wooden chair consciously.

The things on the table are relatively simple, only a few teacups, and a pot of cold tea.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't sit down, but went around the room for a circle, making a lot of use up and down here. He has long known that most people in the world don't pay much attention to their basic necessities of life.

Especially people like Ye Gucheng, who put their minds on their own swords, so naturally they don't pay too much attention to these details. However, this place is indeed too rudimentary, and there are only two or three pieces of furniture that can be seen.

I don't know, I thought it was like entering a slum. However, if it is gold, it will shine no matter where it is. A person like Ye Gucheng, even in such a shabby place, can't hide the heroic aura of his generation.

As long as you look at him, you can feel the breath of a hero rushing towards your face, and you don't want him to say anything at all. This may be his charm, but, unfortunately, his expression now is not as vigorous as he saw at the beginning, and he is so powerful.

To be honest, in fact, he would rather see Ye Gucheng's indomitable appearance, although it is a bit hateful, but looking at it will make people feel like wanting to defeat him, rather than being pitiful.

For a while, no one spoke...

Ye Gucheng turned around silently and sat down on the only stool, and then slowly said: "You shouldn't have come here, there is no wine here!" It can be heard that Ye Gucheng's breath is very weak, I'm afraid he really can't stand it A few days, if there is no antidote.

Fang Lang didn't want to lose his only opponent in the world, otherwise he had done so many things, it would become meaningless. The loneliness among masters can only be understood by those who stand at the same height.

It's just that Fang Lang is luckier than him, and he has some friends around him. However, he has always regarded Ye Gucheng as a friend, even though they are also enemies. But this feeling, only they can comprehend it...

Fang Lang smiled and said, "It's true that there is no wine here, but there are friends here." Friends? To Ye Gucheng, these two words are so elusive, when will he have friends?

The person who was close to him didn't want to defeat him, but stepped on his shoulders to win a higher status for himself in the arena. So the word "friend" can only be two meaningless nouns to him.

Just, in this dark night. They couldn't see each other clearly, they could only feel each other's presence by breath. But what Fang Lang said kept repeating in his mind: "Friend, friend, friend..." kept echoing.

Ye Gucheng was stunned for a long time, a friend is like a glass of strong wine, after drinking it, it is extremely hot, and when he thinks about it, he has endless aftertaste. However, such a friend was beyond his imagination. His heart was hot, but Ye Gucheng still had a straight face: "There are no friends here!"

At best, they are evenly matched enemies, and kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Ye Gucheng has always believed in this sentence, and has consistently insisted on it for so many years. He doesn't want to make an exception, and he doesn't need friends! ..