Yu Huan

Xue Yang's purpose was very clear, Yu Jian went straight to Baixue Temple all the way without stopping.

He jumped down from the sword and landed steadily in the courtyard. The Baixue Temple is located on a high mountain, with layers of fine snow that has never melted. Scattered with the breeze.

Xue Yang sneered when he smelled the fragrance, and walked slowly with his sword behind his back.Although he had never been here before, he had heard Song Zichen talk about Baixue Temple in the past, and he knew that there were several plum trees planted in his residence, and he could find them by following the scent.He walked along the path for a while, and he saw a few plum blossoms trembling in the breeze through the snow-white courtyard wall, and the plump buds burst into bloom under the cold moonlight.

He no longer restrained his breath, jumped on the wall and picked a plum blossom, held it in his hand and sniffed it for a while, then watched Song Zichen push the door and rush out into the courtyard with a smile.

"It's you, how are you?" Song Zichen said, his throat tightened and his voice was astringent.

"Aren't you disappointed that I'm fine, Daoist Song?" Xue Yang intentionally used this kind of sweet voice, his tone raised as if to be coquettish.

He raised his hand and threw the flower branch towards him, and the cold light of Jiang disaster broke through the restraint and stabbed straight at Song Zichen.Song Zichen dodged sideways, bent back to avoid the sweeping sword, and avoided the sweeping legs underneath, and jumped a few steps to retreat a little distance.Xue Yang pressed on every step of the way, not giving him a chance to breathe, and his Jiang disaster sword moves were weird and changeable, and his moves were vicious and ruthless, straight to the door of life.Song Zichen didn't even come out of the snow, he only defended without attacking, and after several rounds of fighting, he was cut by Jiang disaster, and the blood dripped on the snow like flower petals.

Xue Yang was annoyed, Song Zichen made it clear that he looked down on him.He took out a handful of talisman seals from his sleeve, pinched several formulas and typed them all out, but Song Zichen broke through them all with spiritual power.He quietly took out a handful of corpse poison powder from his pocket, and just as he was about to act, his feet went limp, and he knelt on the snow on one knee.The burning sensation spread from the lower abdomen to the whole body, intense and eager as if fireworks exploded.

Xue Yang stood up abruptly, took a few steps back and bumped into the stone table, his fingers tightly grasping the edge of the table to force himself to stand up straight, his eyes burning with anger.

He thought that the cold fragrance was just the smell of plum blossoms, but he never thought that Song Zichen had not restrained his breath like him.Whether he wants to admit it or not, he is always that person's Kun Ze, trapped in his breath for so long, and his blood boiled because of the fight, and now he is hooked into the rain and dew period.

【Well... let's go to Weibo】

After sex was over, Song Zichen hugged him and kissed him lightly for a while, then closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Xue Yang closed his eyes for a while, broke free to support him, his fingers landed on those tightly closed eyes, his nails were lightly sunken in the thin eyelids, after hesitating for a long time, he finally gave up the idea.

He originally planned to let him lose his ability to move, let him watch Bai Xueguan being washed in blood with his own eyes, and then gouged out his eyes and cut off his tongue to turn him into a murderous corpse.Now he suddenly felt that it would be too cheap for him to do that.

Death is really not a punishment, living in pain is.This person really liked him, and it was even more painful because of this liking.If Bai Xueguan is slaughtered, I'm afraid that this full of love will turn into hatred.But the pain of hating someone is far less than the torment of love and hate. He doesn't want him to hate, he wants him to love, and he wants him to be tortured by his evil deeds until he despairs.

Life is better than death, doesn't he just want him like this?

Xue Yang leaned over and kissed those eyes, and said with a soft smile, "You keep these eyes, you have to look at me carefully."

Take good care of me, and I will ask you to pay it back after everything is over.

Half a month later, Liyang.

Chang Ping sensed something was wrong as soon as she entered the door.The bloody smell was so strong that it almost formed a thick blood mist in the air.The huge mansion was empty and completely devoid of the usual bustle.Surprised, he went straight to the backyard, only to see everyone standing neatly in the yard, with their backs to each other, but turned their heads 180 degrees and stared at him blankly.

The whistle sounded from the roof, and Chang Ping suddenly raised her head to see the playful look on Xue Yang's face.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." Xue Yang touched the Yinhu Talisman and gave instructions, watching Chang Ping struggling to kill surrounded by murderous corpses, he laughed, "Thank me for allowing you to live for so long."

If he hadn't killed Chang Ci'an that day, if Chang Ping hadn't edited several letters to ask Baijia for help, he would have done so a long time ago, so why would he have to hide for a month before being caught by Xiao Xingchen.

The Chang family has a feud with him, and no matter how long it takes, the hatred in his heart will not be resolved, and he must be killed before he can stop.Not to mention innocent, everyone is innocent, but maliciousness and disasters are so unreasonable.In order not to be the recipient of the disaster, he struggled in this world for a long time before he finally became the creator of the disaster. He did not allow himself to be bullied anymore, and if anyone dared to give him face, he would definitely retaliate a hundred times and a thousand times back.

The Zhang family's account, Xiao Xingchen's account, and Song Zichen's account after that, all of them, he will get them back one by one.

Xue Yang admired the tragic situation below, and laughed incomparably freely.

Where is hell?Where I am is hell.