Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Zhao Xuehan pushed open the door and walked out.The moonlight outside was as clear as water, quietly illuminating the snow scene in the courtyard.Yan Ke stood in the courtyard, her body was covered with moonlight.Hearing the sound of the door, he turned his head slightly.

Seeing Yan Ke, Zhao Xuehan felt as if a stone fell slowly to the ground in his heart. "Yan Ke..." He called out his name, and suddenly remembered what happened last night. He began to worry that Yan Ke was still angry, so he couldn't help raising his eyes to carefully observe his expression.

Yan Ke still had a stern face, and there was no change in his expression.He just nodded slightly and didn't speak.

"The Demon Lord...?" A voice came from Yan Ke's side.

It was only then that Zhao Xuehan noticed that there was another person in the yard.He took a closer look and found that it was the man dressed as a scholar that he had met in the finger-wrenching space.At this time, he tied up his long hair neatly, wearing a clean long gown, and his demeanor became more and more elegant.

But those eyes were still the same as they were seen in the room that day.It was dark and deep, without the slightest brilliance, like a blind person.At this moment, he was looking at himself with his brows furrowed, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Mr. Fang?" Wen Tiandong came out of the house following behind Zhao Xuehan, "Why are you here?"

"Just to join in the fun." The person called Mr. Fang smiled, and bowed slightly to the two, "Yan Ke said that he wanted to discuss something with me, so I came here."

"Is that so?" Wen Tiandong said, seeing Zhao Xuehan's eyes showing some doubts, he introduced to him, "This is Mr. Fang Qiushui, who was originally a monk of the Qingxiao sect, but later left the sect and became a casual cultivator. It is yours." old acquaintance."

Zhao Xuehan nodded. "Since you two have something to do, I won't bother you." Wen Tiandong said, smiled slightly, then turned and left and walked into his room.

Yan Ke looked at Zhao Xuehan. "Go back to your room and rest." He said softly, "I have something to discuss with Mr. Fang."

Zhao Xuehan looked at Yan Ke silently for a while. "I have something to talk to you too," he said.

Zhao Xuehan didn't know why he said this, he didn't have anything in particular he wanted to say to Yan Ke.But at this time, for no reason, he was very eager for Yan Ke to talk to him, and he could say anything.

Yan Ke's eyes moved. "Okay." He said, "Go back to the room and wait for me."

Zhao Xuehan walked to the guest room and closed the door.Through the gap in the window, he could see the two standing in the snow in the yard.A low voice came to the ear.

Zhao Xuehan quietly opened the window a little, and leaned out a little so that he could hear more clearly.

"...It's nothing, I am also suspicious. What Mr. Fang did is understandable." It was Yan Ke's voice.

"No, I was wrong about that." Fang Qiushui said, "I have a bad memory, and I can't remember clearly now. But I must have done something wrong at the beginning. I am really sorry."

"It's all over." After a moment of silence, Yan Ke said, "Mr. Fang doesn't need to apologize. Besides, even though I don't understand the reason for going to the bitter world, it's not a bad thing."

"Really?" Fang Qiushui said, "I have studied the worlds other than the Three Realms for many years, but I know a lot about the world of suffering. You were sent there without knowing anything, and I didn't believe it if you said it was fine."

"I didn't suffer." Yan Ke said, "Except that the primordial spirit doesn't fit well with the body in the suffering world, which caused some troubles, there are no other problems."

"There is one thing, I want to confirm with Mr. Fang."

"What's the matter?" Fang Qiushui asked.

"Is it true that the soul in the bitter world cannot refine the soul?" Yan Ke asked.

"No." Fang Qiushui said, "The reincarnation of souls in the world of suffering is different from our three worlds. Everything there is balanced and returns to one world. Mortals cannot become immortals through cultivation to form a soul. There are no real monks and monsters in the world of suffering. "

"...Even if the souls of the bitter world come here, is it okay?" Yan Ke asked after a long silence.

"Yan Ke," Fang Qiushui's voice became softer, "I know what you are thinking. It is a pity that the soul of the bitter world has unique links and engravings. No matter where it is taken, it will not be able to cultivate It has become a fairy. When it comes here, it can only have three souls and seven souls and a limited lifespan like an unqualified mortal."

"After his death, he can't even enter the reincarnation here. He can only be scattered. Because the law of reincarnation of his soul belongs to the world of suffering and is incompatible with this place."

For a long time, Yan Ke didn't speak.Through the window, Zhao Xuehan could see his hands clenched slowly.

"Mr. Fang." Yan Ke said, "Can the soul brought here be sent back to the world of suffering and re-arranged for reincarnation there?"

"I don't know." Fang Qiushui sighed, and looked at Yan Ke with some compassion, "Maybe it can, maybe it can't."

Yan Ke lowered his head slowly.Zhao Xuehan could only see his back. For the first time, he felt deep sadness and self-blame from Yan Ke's solid and reliable back.

"I got it." Zhao Xuehan heard Yan Ke whisper, "I got it, thank you, Mr. Fang."

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the guest room: "Mr. Fang finally came here, don't you want to see him?"

"I won't go." Fang Qiushui said lightly, "Going will also cause him trouble."

When Zhao Xuehan heard the creaking sound of walking on the snow, he knew that the two had finished talking.He gently closed the window, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, feeling like a knife was twisting his heart.

Yan Ke pushed the door open and entered, his face still expressionless.A gust of cold air outside followed him, mixed with some snow foam.But the house is not warm enough, the snow fell into the house, it will not melt for a while.

"Isn't it cold?" Yan Ke asked softly, picked up the stove from the corner of the bed, and stuffed it into Zhao Xuehan's arms, "Haven't you slept yet?"

"I have something to tell you." Zhao Xuehan lowered his eyes, holding the stove in his hand, his heart was in a mess.

"Let's talk." Yan Ke sat in front of Zhao Xuehan, staring at him.

Zhao Xuehan raised his head and met Yan Ke's pale blue eyes.He has many doubts, the city, Lin Jue, the courtyard of the Zhuo family, the rotten and reborn watchman, all images frighten him, but he doesn't know, what's the use of pouring out these doubts to Yan Ke .

He will definitely say, don't be afraid, don't think about anything, with me here, nothing will happen.

But what if Yan Ke is gone?

Zhao Xuehan thought of his scene on the Naihe Bridge, and also thought of the conversation between Yan Ke and Fang Qiushui just now.His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Yan Ke..." Zhao Xuehan said such a sentence by accident.

"Could you come here... give me a hug?"

Yan Ke opened his lips slightly, showing a rare look of surprise.He stood up slowly, opened his arms, and embraced Zhao Xuehan in his arms.

Yan Ke's body was very cold, like a rock without any temperature.However, Zhao Xuehan wrapped his hands tightly around Yan Ke's waist as if grasping at straws.

If he really left, if he really gave up on me, what should I do?

will i die?

Zhao Xuehan closed his eyes.

strangeness.

I'm obviously dead.Why are you still so afraid of death?

What am I afraid of?

Zhao Xuehan rested his forehead on Yan Ke's hard shoulder.Thousands of words blocked his throat, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He wanted to listen to Yan Ke's speech.He was able to reassure himself no matter what Yan Ke said, but at this moment, for some reason, he began to be afraid.

"Yan Ke," finally, Zhao Xuehan whispered Yan Ke's name.

"...I was drunk last night, did I say something wrong and made you unhappy?"

Yan Ke paused for a moment, then lightly patted Zhao Xuehan's back with his hand.

"No," he said, "you didn't say anything."

"I don't believe it." Zhao Xuehan said, "I remember what I said."

"It's nothing." Yan Ke said softly, "You just said that you suspect that I'm a monster."

Zhao Xuehan shook his head, did not speak, but hugged Yan Ke a little tighter.

He wanted to tell him, stay with me all the time, don't leave me alone, but he couldn't say it.

For Yan Ke, this is an excessive request.Zhao Xuehan thought sadly.He raised his head from Yan Ke's arms and looked into Yan Ke's eyes.

"Tonight... can you sleep with me." He whispered.

Yan Ke slightly raised his eyebrows, a little worry flashed in his expression.He touched Zhao Xuehan's face with his cold fingers.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Ke asked softly.

"I..." Zhao Xuehan bit her lip, "I'm afraid."

Yan Ke gathered Zhao Xuehan's long hanging hair with her hands, and stroked it behind her shoulders.

"What are you afraid of?" he said, "I'm here."

"I don't know." Zhao Xuehan shook his head and looked at Yan Ke with a pitiful expression.

Yan Ke sighed slightly.

"I'm cold," he said.

"It's okay." Zhao Xuehan said, reaching out to hug Yan Ke again, but Yan Ke grabbed her arm, crushed her whole body, and stuffed her into the quilt with the heater.

Yan Ke wrapped her hands around the quilt and lay down on the bed.He tapped Zhao Xuehan's neck lightly with the tip of his nose.

"Am I cold?" he asked softly.

"It's a bit cold." Zhao Xuehan shivered a bit, and replied honestly.

"Then let's sleep like this." Yan Ke patted the quilt lightly like comforting a child. "Don't think about anything."

Zhao Xuehan nodded, and slowly closed his eyes.However, for a long time, he still couldn't fall asleep.

He didn't turn over, he felt the pressure of Yan Ke's arm on the bedding, and heard the sound of the fourth watch gong in the distance.He moved back a bit, until his back touched the chest he could rely on, and then he was slightly relieved.

Immediately, he heard a shallow sigh.One after another, depressing and sad, gently drifted past Zhao Xuehan's ears.

It didn't stop for a long time.