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Chapter 61: Meeting Ye Gucheng

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    I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s just to find someone who is as lonely as you, right?  There's nothing I can't let go of now, I just hope I can survive until September 15th.

    It is much more meaningful to die in Fang Lang's hands than to die in obscurity here

    Thinking about it, he sat up and planned to change his stinking wound with a clean cloth and clean it. Even though he knew that it was of no great use, his desire to survive was always supporting him.  As soon as I got out of bed, I suddenly heard the sound of wind passing by outside the window - it was definitely not a natural wind.

    After wandering around the world for so many years, even though he was injured now, he still had this vigilance. Ye Gucheng immediately turned sideways and stood on the edge of the table, and the darkness gave him cover.  This position was just right enough for people to see clearly the injury on his arm.

    But there is no way to hide the unconcealable stench. However, since everyone is here, the only way to stop it is with soldiers, and the water will cover it up.  In addition, he never thought that anyone knew that he was hiding here.

    The sword was on the table. He turned back his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword. His reaction was still quick and his movements were still agile.  It's just that the momentum has restrained a lot, perhaps because of the injury, and the person naturally became weaker.

    "No need to draw your sword." Someone outside the window said with a smile: "If there is 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 person'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 the person had left, the door to his room was pushed open without warning.  When had I become so weak that I didn't even notice the sound of footsteps?

    Ye Gucheng was shocked. If this continues, it is still unknown whether he can survive until September 15th.  However, he knew Fang Lang's character and would never take advantage of others' danger.  It was just his gut feeling and he trusted his feelings.

    And, over the years, his instincts have never failed him.  Many times, his hands have already moved before his mind can react. It is because of this that he has become famous now.

    The visitors 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 after meeting him last time, Fang Lang could conclude that the monk was definitely not the kind of person who didn't keep his promises, so he was so relieved.

    Ye Gucheng reluctantly stood up, stood up straight, covered his clothes, suppressed his sadness, and strode over. The door was still open. Fang Lang looked at him with a smile on his face and said, "You didn't expect me to come?  "Then he sat down on the wooden chair consciously.

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

    Lu Xiaofeng did not sit down, but walked around the room, taking a large amount of the whole place up and down.  He has long known that most people in the world don't pay much attention to their own clothing, food, housing and transportation.

    Especially for people like Ye Gucheng, who focuses on his sword, he naturally won't pay too much attention to these details.  However, this place is indeed too simple, and there are only two or three pieces of furniture that can be seen.

    ¡°For those who didn¡¯t know, they thought they were 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, cannot conceal the aura of a heroic hero of his generation.

    As long as you look at him, you can feel the aura of a hero coming to you, without him having to say anything.  This may be his charm, but unfortunately, his expression is no longer as high-spirited and arrogant as he first saw him.

    To be honest, he actually prefers to see Ye Gucheng's arrogance. Although it is a bit hateful, looking at it will make people feel like they want to defeat him, rather than feeling pitiful.

    For a moment, no one spoke

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

    Fang Lang doesn¡¯t want to lose his only opponent in the world, otherwise all the things he has done will become meaningless.  Only those who stand at the same height can understand the loneliness among masters.

    It¡¯s just that Fang Lang?He is more lucky and has some friends around him.  However, he has always regarded Ye Gucheng as a friend, even though they are also enemies.  But only they can understand this feeling

    Fang Lang smiled and said: "There is indeed no wine here, but there are friends here." Friends?  These two words are so out of reach for Ye Gucheng. When will he have friends?

    Those who are close to him do not hope to defeat him, step on his shoulders, and gain a higher status in the world for themselves.  Therefore, the two words friend can only be two meaningless nouns to him.

    It¡¯s just that in this dark night.  They couldn't see each other clearly and could only feel each other's presence through their breath.  But what Fang Lang said kept repeating in his mind: "Friend, friend, friend" echoing constantly.

    Ye Gucheng was stunned for a long time. Friends are like a glass of strong wine. When you drink it, it is extremely hot. When you think about it, you will have endless aftertaste.  However, such a friend was something he couldn't even imagine.  His heart was hot, but Ye Gucheng still kept a straight face: "There are no friends here!"

    They are at best evenly matched enemies, and kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.  Ye Gucheng has always believed in this sentence and has persisted in it for so many years. He does not want to make exceptions and does not need friends!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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