After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

Chu Yitang was panting slightly, his black hair was messy and stuck to his cheeks. He was no longer as graceful as before. He didn't bother to reply to Yao Zaiyu's words, grabbed him and asked:

"Lan... Is the Admiral still inside? Is he gone?"

His force was so strong that Yao Zaiyu's grip was a little painful. The two-foot-long monk was confused and pointed behind him in confusion, saying:

"Yes, it's inside. Are you going to find the admiral?"

Chu Yitang was in a hurry and suddenly stopped, still a little unable to recover. He nodded first, then shook his head repeatedly as if denying it, and said:

"I, I have something very important to see him about. I have something very important to see him about."

Yao Zaiyu took the opportunity to pull out his hand that was so painful. Master Xindao looked at Rourou, who looked like a frail scholar. He didn't expect his hand to be so strong. He quickly turned sideways to give up his position and said:

"Then go quickly. Do you want me to accompany you in?"

Chu Yitang shook his head again. He was so full that he could no longer think about anything else. Fortunately, although he came in a hurry, he did not forget to bring the token. He hurriedly thanked Yao Zaiyu and rejected his kindness. , and then entered the gate of the Metropolitan Procuratorate without looking back.

Yao Zaiyu scratched the back of his head. He still hadn't figured out why Chu Yitang came in such a hurry, but he always felt that Chu Yitang didn't seem to come to talk to the admiral about business, but rather like he was reunited after a long absence and couldn't wait to see him. .

After entering the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Chu Yitang didn't stop for a moment and went straight to the main office. He was stopped by the immortal official in charge. Chu Yitang hurriedly gave him the token and begged hurriedly:

"Please, please send a message for me. I want to see the admiral."

The immortal official took the token and was about to report it when he saw Lan Yu walking out with several principals. Lan Yu was wearing an official robe and didn't have much expression on his face. His purple clothes and jade belt made him look calm, and he was caged in the moonlight. , like a young man made of jade.

Chu Yitang stood at the door, his heart beating wildly. He subconsciously clenched his sleeves, but it felt like something was stuck in his throat. He could only stand there and look at him steadily.

I have thought about it day and night, but now it is right in front of me and within reach.

Before Lan Yu even walked down the steps, he raised his eyes and saw Chu Yitang not far away. He was stunned, his eyelashes trembled slightly, a crescent moon reflected in his bright black pupils, and the surroundings instantly became silent except for his heartbeat. Voice.

One, two, three...

Faster and faster, faster and faster.

Several principals also saw Chu Yitang at the door. They had not seen him for nearly two months, and they recognized him as the Lord of the Imperial Envoy. Several pairs of eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, feeling a little embarrassed by the atmosphere. .

One of the chief officers saw that something was not right, so he jumped out to smooth things over. He took the lead to break the deadlock and said with an easy-going smile: "Why are you so busy at this time, sir, but are you here to find the admiral?"

Chu Yitang finally found his voice. He pursed his lips, walked stiffly, and looked away. He did not dare to look directly at him, and he whispered in a low voice until he was almost at the foot of the steps:

"I have something to discuss with the admiral. I wonder if the adults can make it easier for me."

"No, I won't disturb you two anymore. I'll take my leave now."

The principals were stunned for a moment, then they realized what they were doing and found excuses to leave.

The door was closed, and the main office seemed very deserted. There were occasionally a few birds chirping on the branches at night.

Chu Yitang bit his lip and breathed a little fast. When he saw the ring finger tonight, he finally felt something slowly.

It was a farewell.

Lan Yu might have to do something, so he returned the ring to him.

He was saying goodbye to Chu Yitang.

Chu Yitang had never been so scared as he was today. He panicked and told himself over and over again on the way here to be braver.

Maybe if you go one step further, that won't be the case.

He rarely fought for anything in his life, but not for Lan Yu. Lan Yu had done a lot for him. He never gave up his idea. Even if he got to this point, he would still I couldn't even bear to say a harsh word to him.

Chu Yitang asked repeatedly in his heart.

he asks.

Are you really willing to give up on him?

Are you really willing to give up Lan Yu?

Are you really willing to let go of him?

No, no, he couldn't bear it at all, not at all.

How could he not want him?

That's what he tried his best to get.

Lan Yu was everything to him.

How would he survive without him?

It doesn't matter if you hate him. As long as he is still here, it doesn't matter if you hate him.

Chu Yitang let go of his bitten lip and lowered his head. Because he was too guilty, he didn't dare to look at Lan Yu's face. Lan Yu stood on the steps without moving or making a sound. After a long time, Chu Yitang Only then did he hear his deep voice.

"Come in and talk."

The door was pushed open again, Lan Yu went to light a candle, and a dim candle light jumped out. Lan Yu poured him a glass of water, pushed it in front of him, and said in an indifferent tone:

"Do you have anything to say to me?"

Chu Yitang clenched his fingers, and his nails were about to be embedded into the flesh of his palms. His voice was so hoarse and so low that even he could hardly hear it.

"……sorry."

Lan Yu opened his eyes and subconsciously wanted to rub the ring on his hand, but he didn't touch anything.

"Besides this, is there anything else?"

Chu Yitang swallowed. He didn't know what was different about this sentence, but it seemed to give him great courage. He loosened his hand slightly and breathed quickly.

"Lanyu, I don't just want to say I'm sorry to you, I miss you very much."

"I really miss you."

His voice was still very low, so low that he could even hear his own breathing. He forgot what to say. His eyes were so dry that he stubbornly repeated those words as if to comfort him.

Like comforting a broken self.

A shadow shrouded his eyes. Lan Yu's face was hidden where the candlelight could not find it. Only some clean lines could be seen. His throat moved slightly and he spoke clearly.

"Say I'm sorry again."

Chu Yitang raised his neck blankly, and fell into Lan Yu's eyes again. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that those eyes seemed to hide a sea, very moist, like beautiful gems, watching quietly. he.

"I'm sorry, Lan Yu, I'm sorry..."

The cool and soft touch was against his ear, and Chu Yitang was a little sluggish. He only vaguely felt that he had fallen into the sea and was wrapped in the sea water, but he did not feel suffocated. It was a very gentle comfort.

It wasn't until later that he discovered that it was Lan Yu's arms.

Lan Yu's hair was pressed against his, and he held him in his arms with a completely possessive gesture. He was so full that he was almost embedded in her body.

There was a faint scent of iris on the tip of his nose. Chu Yitang leaned on his chest and could hear his heartbeat. Lan Yu's hand held the back of his head and rubbed it gently. He was relieved, and put his face into Chu Yitang's black hair, saying softly:

"Say you're sorry and I'll forgive you."

"I am like this, but it can only happen once, Ah Tang. If you do it again, you will never see me again."

As long as I'm sorry, Lan Yu.

Actually no, he can ask for nothing.

He only wants Chu Yitang.

Chu Yitang shook his hands and went to hold his face. His eyes turned red, his lips trembled, his voice became hoarse, and he finally asked that sentence.

"...Lanyu, do you hate me?"

Lan Yu held his hand without shedding tears. He rubbed it into Chu Yitang's palm, his eyebrows softened, and he said softly:

"No, Ah Tang."

"But, Lan Yu, I'm so scared. I'm so scared that you will really hate me. I'm so scared, Lan Yu..."

Lan Yu smiled and wiped away Chu Yitang's tears very gently. He rubbed his thumb pads under his eyes. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against his, as if comforting a helpless cub.

He said.

"A Tang, I can't."

"You're all I have."

Chu Yitang's hands were cold, and it was as if he finally understood the meaning of Lan Yu's words about not hating him.

He actually knows everything.

He knows everything.

It was then that he brought Chu Yitang back from Liyuan. He held the unconscious Chu Yitang and almost fell to his knees at Xijin's feet.

He burst into tears, choked silently, and was extremely embarrassed. His eyes were full of pleading, and it was useless for anyone to persuade him. He was holding his lover whose life or death was uncertain in his arms.

That was the most desperate time in his life.

A group of people came in and out of the room, turning into many ethereal shadows that could not be caught or seen clearly.

It wasn't until dawn that Xijin stepped out of the room with a tired face.

He hesitated for a long time, as if hesitating and weighing.

He finally decided to take a gamble.

He didn't bet on anything else, he only bet on Lan Yu.

"Yitang is not from the Tian Clan."

Xi Jin paused, not looking into Lan Yu's eyes, only turning his face away, and then said harshly:

"...He is from the ghost tribe."

"He is also the monarch of Liyuan."

"The Immortal Killing Campaign started when he succeeded to the throne."

Lan Yu listened numbly, but he couldn't understand what Xi Jin meant.

The Immortal Killing Campaign was a catastrophe in the Three Realms. The ghost tribe soldiers once broke through the Tianjing, causing heavy damage to the Heavenly Realm and threatening to lose.

It was not until ten thousand years later that the remnants of Liyuan who were hiding in Wuxu attacked Tianjing again. Lancheng died in the battle. His wife also died in the battle, leaving only a young son, who was brought back to Tianjing by the God Emperor and raised personally. big.

Xi Jin didn't tell the whole story, but Lan Yu suddenly understood.

All of this is revealed without saying a word.

If there had been no Immortal Killing Campaign, maybe his parents would not have died, and he would have been like Yuan Qing Hongran, with both parents still alive and sharing a family relationship.

But no.

At that time, there was civil strife in Tianjing, and reinforcements had not yet arrived. Lancheng led thousands of heavenly soldiers to defend for several days. He was stabbed dozens of times on the battlefield, but he ended up having his body eaten alive by ghosts and eventually buried in the wilderness.

Yiyun was imprisoned, tortured, and finally escaped with her young son, but she still couldn't escape from the yellow sand stained with countless blood. She fell in the wind and died without closing her eyes.

How it should be, how it should be.

Xi Jin choked and clenched his hands into fists. He knew that this was a pain that Lan Yu would never forget. It was so painful that he didn’t know how to deal with it. He just stood and listened in a daze. .

"Yitang had no choice but to do this. He had been forced to a dead end. He could only hide his power and bide his time to kill Ning Yi and avenge his mother."

"He forcibly transformed into a bloodline immortal body in Yuehua Mountain, and was able to return to heaven during the Immortal Killing Campaign. However, the price of doing so was that he could no longer withstand the erosion of ghost energy, so he has not left Guwu Mountain in these years. , also because of this.”

At this point, Lan Yu finally had some reaction. He moved his pale lips and his voice was almost inaudible.

He heard himself ask:

"...Is it the same during the Immortal Killing Campaign?"

Xijin shook his head, his joints cracked tightly, and after a long time he softly said:

"At that time, I had to fight hard."

"The Immortal Killing Campaign was decided when Ning Yi was in power. Yitang had just succeeded to the throne at that time and could not change the decision of the Council of Elders. But for Yuehua Mountain and his mother's last wish, he hid it from anyone, including I."

"The pain of being corroded by ghost energy is absolutely unbearable for ordinary people, but he didn't tell anyone, and even I was the last to know."

Xijin's eyes were red and his chest felt uncomfortable. He looked at Lan Yu and there was begging in his words.

"Lanyu, don't hate him."

"He is more afraid than anyone else that you will hate him. He knows that he is ashamed of you. Yitang said that he is willing to let you go. He only asks you not to hate him."

Lan Yu couldn't hear anything.

He laughed first, then hid his face, laughed and cried, cried and laughed again,

Finally, he collapsed in front of the door and cried bitterly no longer.

Love, hate.

The only thing that could be kept was gone.