MTL - He is From Great Sea of Stars-Chapter 100 you are drunk

When Cheng Zhiyi was very young, he was carried back to Queshan by his master during a famine.

In fact, it was her younger brother that Master took a fancy to. After all, the world is like this, and the inheritance of medical skills is always better for boys.

But the father and mother cried and cried and knelt down and kowtowed, hoping to replace Adi with her.

At that time, she felt a little uncomfortable looking at their sad expressions and expectant eyes.

Before leaving, seeing their dark faces full of reluctance and determination, they felt even more uncomfortable.

That was the first time Cheng Zhiyi knew what abandonment was.

Master said, Zhiyi, don't blame your parents, they can't do anything either.

There is no way.

What a last resort and embarrassing three words.

Just like that night, when Lin Jingjian looked at her with tender sorrow in his eyes, he sighed and said,

"Zhiyi, I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about it. When I get my revenge, I want to kill or cut, I have no complaints."

......

She used to love this man truly and sincerely.

Those joys, expectations, sorrows, and resentments were buried deep in her heart, as if they were forcing her to do something at any time.

Until she met Lin Zhiyi.

As the other party said, they have the same name, the same age, and the same fate.

Asking for nothing is the most helpless and most painful thing in this world.

The moment it was painful enough to know that he couldn't get it, the only thought in his mind was to destroy him.

But the blood and porcelain pieces all over the floor suddenly woke her up.

At that moment, Lin Zhiyi sat on the ground and stared at Huo Xingchao's back, making her feel fear for the first time.

She suddenly wondered if she would become like this one day.

Asking for nothing, it seems that you have become addicted to poppy, you can't quit, you can only get deeper and deeper.

In the end it was all doom and gloom.

......

"Drinking alone under the moon, Miss Cheng is very elegant."

Under the moonlight, the man's handsome face was bright and dark. He changed into a dark blue robe, still with wide sleeves, and leaned lazily against the peach tree behind him.

The corners of his lips were still smirking, and he was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, his attitude was romantic, free and uninhibited.

Cheng Zhiyi glanced at him quietly, then lowered his eyes, rubbing the wine glass with his fingertips, his tone did not fluctuate at all,

"It's not as good as Master Huo."

Huo Xing raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

The spring is cold, but the peach branches are more and more scorching.

Maybe it was because he drank too much, or because of this situation, all the feelings in his heart could not be suppressed.

The girl suddenly bent her lips lightly and asked him,

"Master Huo, in fact, you already knew that Lin Jingjian had a grudge against you."

As a bystander, she sees many things clearly.

Piece by piece, it is not difficult to find that all of Lin Jingjian's self-righteous strategies and abacuses are actually invisible in front of others.

Cheng Zhiyi watched from the side and felt that he was more like a clown jumping on a beam.

She thought, maybe Lin Jingjian might not have noticed something, but out of inner paranoia, he could only insist on this self-deception all the time.

Of course, the strangest thing was Huo Xingchao.

Clearly see through, but not point through. Speaking and doing things, people can't figure it out.

Huo Xingchao was leaning against the peach tree, and when the night wind blew, a few patches of crimson lightly fell on his hair and robes, making him even more beautiful and sultry.

"I know."

The man hooked his lips and said casually, "But I have too many enemies. Without him, someone else will take over. What's the difference."

Cheng Zhiyi was silent for a while.

"Master Huo is really brave."

After all, even though he said so, there are very few people in the world who are so open-hearted and put the enemy directly by his side.

After all, the sword is silent, and there are thousands of poisons. If a person sincerely wants your life, sometimes it is impossible to guard against it.

"Don't worry, I can't die."

The man lowered his eyes, with a sneering smile on his lips, "As of today, there are no less than a hundred people who approach me and want my life, but my life is tough, no matter how hard I try, I won't die."

......

His words are really weird.

It seems that I wish I could die sooner.

The girl held the wine glass, and the fine lanugo on her forehead was blown up by the wind. After thinking for a while, she finally spit out a sentence,

"My life is my own. No one knows if there is an afterlife. We should cherish it if we live forever."

Neither he nor Lin Zhiyi seemed to cherish themselves very much.

She is someone who has experienced famine. She has seen thousands of people who were thin and skinny and wanted to live but couldn't live during the disaster years. She could never understand their thoughts.

Huo Xingchao raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the starry sky in the east, indifferently,

"My life is not mine."

......

He seemed to have a sudden interest in chatting, leaning against the peach tree, his tone was slow,

"Do you know why I didn't kill Lin Zhiyi?"

According to Huo Xingchao's character, no matter whether the other party is kind to him or not, and no matter what difficulties the other party has, if he dares to plot against him like this, and the tossing will never end, his favorite method is to kill him directly.

Anyway, people all over the world say that the leader of the Demon Sect is cold-hearted, bloodthirsty and cruel, and doesn't care about the general ethics at all.

But he was really condone to Lin Zhiyi.

Otherwise, with the devil's methods, there is no possibility that others will not let the male doctor treat him.

"......why?"

"Because of her leg, it wasn't my life that was exchanged."

The man raised his head and took a sip of wine, with a lazy tone, "It's my father's."

......

"My father, as you must know, King Cheng who has been stationed in the frontier all the year round. The emperor trusts him very much. The army of hundreds of thousands has been handed over to him for decades, and he never intends to take it back."

"Before I was fifteen years old, I grew up in the frontier, where there are far more beauties and wines than those in the Central Plains. Horses run in the yellow sand, and the dust raised has a fiery smell."

"After the battle of Qiang City, the emperor drove his own expedition, won the battle, and completely drove the Hu people out of the fortress. There was a celebration in the court, and they all reported that the current sage is the emperor of the ages. But they probably forgot that this victory was half a point with him. It doesn't matter, every prisoner, every piece of territory, was shot down by my father, king and elder brother."

He tilted his head to avoid the moonlight, but let the peach blossoms fall on his eyes, drawing the shadow of the conversation,

"He hid in the back, drinking good wine and beauties accompanied him. With a single decision, he let my father and brother die on the battlefield, and then walked on their bones and blood to enjoy the admiration of all people."

"At that time, Lin Zhiyi used his leg to exchange my father's life, but even if his life was exchanged, he was already seriously injured. He tried his best to support him, and in the end he only survived for half a year."

......

The girl's eyes fell silently on his half-closed eyes, silent, not knowing what to say.

Is this hatred?

Forget it.

In the battle of Qiang City, she had heard that the sage made a misjudgment and almost caused a big defeat. It was King Cheng who turned the tide and won the final battle.

But even if they win, they still have to pay a small price.

Prince Cheng was seriously injured, and the five sons of Prince Cheng's mansion, in the end, only one of the youngest sons survived.

His revenge was deeper and harder to avenge than Lin Jingjian's.

Because that enemy is his uncle, who is also the highest authority in the world today.

Huo Xingchao took another sip of his wine, with an indifferent sarcasm in his tone,

"Did you know that before my father died, he told me that he was a wise ruler, and it would be a blessing for the people to have him on the throne. As long as I still have some sense, and I am still an individual, I will not harm the whole world because of my personal resentment. people."

"He is ashamed of my father, and ashamed of my brother. Of course, he has to keep the only bloodline of the sincerity, so as not to have a troubled conscience."

The man hooked his lips and sneered,

"It has already been said that for the imperial court, the rivers and lakes are nothing but a group of rabble who are making small troubles. So, unless I can't think of suicide, I can't die."

......

The moonlight is still cool, and the peach blossoms are still blooming on the branches.

He leaned against the tree trunk, closed his eyes lightly, and lay a crimson petal under his eyebrows. Lily and romantic.

No matter how good the painter in the world is, they can't draw such a beautiful picture.

God has given him a lot.

Family history, looks, pain, and loneliness.

Can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse.

"In this world, nothing is perfect, and there is no smooth sailing in a lifetime. No matter who you are, you will be cut a few times. After those injuries are healed, the scars will never fade."

The girl stood up, her eyes like water, and quietly fell on him,

"It's just that some people keep uncovering it, tormenting it, and then getting deeper and deeper, gradually rotting, and finally unbearable. Some people choose to forget about it, don't touch it, wait for it to scab, and protect the rest. Flesh."

"Master Huo, I hope that one day, you will become the second kind of person."

He opened his eyes, and there was still indifference in his eyes, and he casually moved over.

Just stared at her for a long time.

In the end, she smiled lightly, without expressing any opinion on her words, and there was no special expression.

Just raised the jug in his hand, his tone was lazy,

"Miss Cheng, have a toast."

......

"No."

She smiled faintly and said something inexplicably,

"But Master Huo, thank you."

Then turn around and leave.

The wind lifted her skirt, bringing the light fragrance of wine.

Huo Xingchao brushed down the peach blossoms in his eyes and sneered,

"Thank me for what I do."

......

The half-round moon was gradually covered by the clouds and revealed again.

The entire Chentianmen is beautifully carved under the moonlight.

Unfortunately.

A pile of gold and a Big Dipper behind him is not as good as a bottle of wine in his lifetime.