Pirate's Infinite Wings

I'm afraid it is to find someone who is as lonely as yourself, right?There is nothing to let go of now, I just hope I can make it through September 15.

To die in Fang Lang’s hands is more meaningful than dying in obscurity here...

Thinking, he sat up, intending to replace 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 always supported him.As soon as I got out of bed, I heard the sound of wind passing by outside the window-it was definitely not a natural wind.

Wandering the rivers and lakes for so many years, even if he is injured now, he is still alert. Ye Gucheng immediately turned sideways and stood on the edge of the table. The darkness gave him cover.This position just makes it difficult to see the injury on his arm.

But there is no way to conceal the unconcealed smell, but since people are here, soldiers can stop it, and the water will be covered.In addition, he never thought that someone knew he was hiding here.

The sword was on the table, and when he backhanded, he had grasped the hilt, his reaction was still fast, and his movements were still agile.It's just that the momentum has been reduced a lot, and perhaps because of injuries, people naturally become weak.

"You don't need to draw a sword." Someone outside the window smiled and said: "If you have wine, you might as well have a glass." No one has been seen yet, the voice has been in Ye Gucheng's ears, and you can hear whose voice it is.

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

After waiting for a long time, it was quiet outside.Just when he thought that people had already left, 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's heart was startled, and if he continued like this, it was still unknown whether he could live until September 15th.However, he knew what Fang Lang was, and he would never take advantage of others.It's just his instinct, he believes in his feelings.

Moreover, his instincts have never been missed for so many years.In many cases, his hands have already moved before his brain reacts, and because of this, he has the current reputation.

Of course the people here were Fang Lang and Lu Xiaofeng. Apart from the two of them, no one would know where Ye Gucheng lived. Of course, this was except the monk.But when he met him last time, Fang Lang could conclude that the monk was definitely not the kind of person who did not keep his promise, so he was so relieved.

Ye Gucheng reluctantly stood up, stood upright, concealed his clothes, with a sad expression, strode over, the door was open, Fang Lang smiled, looked at him, and said, "Don't you think I will come? "Then he consciously sat on the wooden chair.

The things on the table are relatively rudimentary, only a few cups, a pot and cold tea.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't sit down, but walked around the room, which was a lot of up and down here.He had known for a long time that most people in the rivers and lakes paid little attention to their food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Especially people like Ye Gucheng, who put their thoughts on their swords, naturally they would not pay too much attention to these details.However, it is indeed too crude here, and only two or three pieces of furniture 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.People like Ye Gucheng, even in such a shabby place, couldn't conceal the breath of his generation of heroes.

As long as you look at him, you can feel the aura of heroes rushing over your face, and you don't want him to say anything at all.This may be where his charm lies, but, unfortunately, his expression is no longer as energetic as he had seen it at the beginning, and it is impossible to win.

To be honest, in fact, he was more willing to see Ye Gucheng's invincible appearance, although it was a bit hateful, but looking at it would make people feel like they want to beat him, rather than being pitiful.

For a while, no one spoke...

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

Fang Lang didn't want to lose the only opponent in the world, otherwise he did so many things, it would become meaningless.The loneliness between masters can only be understood by people standing at the same height.

It's just that Fang Lang is more lucky than him, and there are some friends around him.However, he has always regarded Ye Gucheng as a friend, although they are also enemies.But this feeling, only they can understand...

Fang Lang smiled and said, "There is indeed no wine here, but there are friends here." Friends?For Ye Gucheng, these two words are so elusive, when will he have friends?

The person close to him didn't want to defeat him, and stepped on his shoulder to win a higher position for himself in the arena.Therefore, the word friend can only be two meaningless nouns to him.

Only in this dark night.They can't see each other clearly, and can only feel each other's existence by breath.But Fang Lang's words kept repeating in his mind: "Friends, friends, friends..." echoed continuously.

Ye Gucheng was stunned for a long time, his friend was like a glass of strong wine, drinking it, it was extremely hot, thinking of it, and endless aftertaste.It's just that such a friend is something he can't even think of.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 the kindness to the enemy is cruelty to themselves.Ye Gucheng has always believed in this sentence, and has persisted for so many years. He doesn't want to make an exception, and he doesn't need friends!..