He Ping looked at the boy under the moon by the stream.

He was covered in blood, after all, he had just broken up and peeled a tiger.

But his body, his hands, and his face were clean, and there was no blood on it.

This itself is part of the ability.

"You know how dangerous it is outside now!" He Ping continued.

"Yes, I know." Fang Bie smiled: "I'm so unhappy that one day I'll be warned by Sister Ping."

"Because I feel you're a little chaotic." He Ping said: "Lin Xue is outside, she will die."

"Yes, everyone will die." Fang Bie started to use a knife to shave off the fascia and meat residue on the tiger bones little by little. As we all know, tiger bones are a precious medicinal herb, but tiger meat is not. "Even you and me are the same."

The normal way to remove meat should be to stew the meat over high heat, and the meat residue will naturally fall off, but this will cause some damage to the medicinal properties of tiger bones.

The Fangbian chose to use a knife to shave the fascia and flesh. Although this is a means to preserve the medicinal properties, it is more similar to a kind of pastime and show off.

"I remember Sister Ping said something, right?" Fang Bie looked at He Ping: "I think I'm the biggest."

There are so many things in this world that you can’t think about.

Because the world never rotates around you.

He Ping fell silent under the moon.

"I thought you couldn't." He Ping said.

"Can be able to do more things you want to do." Fang Bie took the tiger bone and floating fascia and fleece, revealing his white true nature: "It's pretty good."

"I heard about the market during the day." He Ping continued: "If Ningxia had not stopped Hei Wu at that time, what would you do?"

"What else can I do?" Fang Bie smiled: "Of course I killed him."

"This is not like something you will do," He Ping said.

"If you choose someone, I'm quite a good person." Fang Bie turned around and looked at He Ping. The boy sat on the big rock by the stream, covered with bones beside him.

"But I had no choice at that time."

"If I don't take action, all three of them will die. Sister Ping is not here and no one will give me a guarantee. I also said it hard."

"But the other way around." Fang Bi picked up the scoop of water at his hand, scooped up a scoop of stream water, poured it on the big stone, and washed away the blood-stained meat on the big stone.

"I have been sharpening a sword for ten years, but the Frost Blade has never tried it."

"It's about sharpening the sword to test the sword."

"I tried my best to make myself stronger."

"It's just hope that one day someone tells me that you can only choose the same thing."

"I can say, I want it all."

"For example, Sister Ping's life is only the same as mine."

He Ping listened quietly, without saying anything.

"But you have to know that you are not strong enough." He Ping said.

"It's still enough to kill Hei Wu if it's not enough." Fang Bi said quietly.

He turned the entire skin of the tiger, with the fur downwards, and then began to scoop water with a scoop of water to rinse the blood on it.

The rushing water flow first became bright red, then slowly turned pink, and finally became nearly transparent and colorless.

And all of this went away with the stream.

He Ping could only sigh and said, "Yes, I can't be by your side at any time."

"And Sister Ping, you are old, too." Fang Bi said.

"I'm not old!" He Ping said immediately.

A woman is still very sensitive to whether she is old or not.

"Sister Ping, you are almost thirty." Fang Bi said.

"Do you still remember? You were only eighteen or nineteen when we first met."

"At that time, I knew you were very strong, but at that time, I didn't know you were so strong."

"But whether you admit it or not, there is one thing that is the truth."

Fang Bie stood by the stream and watered the tiger's skin while quietly saying.

"You are no longer as strong as you were before."

"And, you will become weaker and weaker in the future."

He Ping didn't say anything because sometimes, the right thing really couldn't be refuted.

Especially when both sides know this.

"So I will replace you and strive to become stronger than you did in the past."

He Ping shook her head: "But you don't have to be so fast."

"I can hold on for at least a few more years."

Fang Bie couldn't help laughing, his laughter clear and echoed on the stream.

"I also hope that Sister Ping, you can live for a few more years."

"And, I've been thinking about one thing for the past ten years."

"What's the matter?" He Ping asked.

"I've been thinking about it all the time." Fang Bie looked at He Ping, looking at He Ping's black eyes.

"I'm wondering when I can help Sister Ping with shelter from the wind and rain."

"Instead of always huddling in your protection, the only thing you can do is to bring you wind and rain."

"At that time, I kept wondering how strong you are, Sister Ping."

"But I can't see through it, I can't see through it."

"The first lesson you taught me is that wisdom hurts the body and hides the edge of the body."

"I have never known how deep your sword is hidden by Sister Ping, although you are a player who claims to do his best in every assassination."

"But I can only see my opponent without resistance in front of you."

“Until recently.”

"I just vaguely realized where your limit is, Sister Ping."

"But I became even more unhappy."

"Do you know why?"

He Ping stood there, the moonlight shining on her body.

She didn't say a word.

The woman in green under the moonlight has a clear and picturesque appearance.

Fang Bie smiled bitterly.

"Because I gradually realized that it was not because I became stronger."

“But you are slowly getting weaker.”

At that moment, the whole world almost became quiet.

Everything is silent, only leaves fall in the distance, only moonlight pours out, and only streams flow silently.

He Ping looked at Fang Bie and nodded quietly.

"Is your disease that serious?" Fang Bie got the answer he had guessed, but he was really not happy at all.

Just like the sadness of every child when one day realizes that their parents are not omnipotent, or even the moment they grow old.

"You, who are less than thirty years old, have your strength started to decline significantly."

"You are willing to say anything to me, but you always keep silent about your illness."

"I can guess some things, but if you don't say anything, I can't ask."

He Ping sighed: "If it's time for the right time, I'll tell you."

"So it's not suitable now." Fang Bie shook his head and smiled: "The reason why you proposed the wall repair fee of fifty taels is to temporarily keep Shang Jiuge in Luocheng within ten days, right?"

He Ping nodded and said nothing.

"Los Angeles City is your shelter, so if something really happens to Shang Jiuge, you can help," Fang Bie shook his head and smiled.
Chapter completed!