Xianjun said he had a crush on me

Sang Zhi searched for three days and three nights without closing his eyes. Feeling the heart of the Emperor of Heaven beating in his chest, Sang Zhi couldn't help bursting out a burst of unusually sour emotions.

But now, he has traveled almost thousands of miles to find the deepest part of the desert.

At this point, the more Sang Zhi thought about it, the more he understood that there was already too much distrust and too much impossibility between him and the Emperor of Heaven.

At first knowing that the Emperor of Heaven dug out his heart to save himself, Sang Zhi was very impulsive for a while, and he even thought about finding the Emperor of Heaven, living in seclusion with him, and living a life in a paradise with him.

However, during the three days of searching, Sang Zhi's enthusiasm gradually cooled down, and his absurd thoughts disappeared.

Even now, Sangzhi is not sure whether he can persuade the Emperor of Heaven to give up the desire in his heart.

Even though the Heavenly Emperor gave up so much for him now...

The affection between them is real.

However, this is an almost deformed relationship, which starts with deception and ends in dismal.

Sang Zhi thinks that he can't hold and control this relationship, he has no sense of security, and he has no confidence that the Emperor of Heaven can change it for him.

The more fallen, the more painful.

So a complete end may be the best destination for this relationship.

But... Even if it is true that he will die forever, he does not want the Emperor of Heaven to die because of him.

Finally, Sangzhi lost the last touch of the Heavenly Emperor's aura. The longer the time, the weaker the clues became. In the end, everything disappeared.

He stood slumped beside a barren sand dune, his eyes were slightly red, and he just stared blankly at the front.

After a long time, Sang Zhi closed his eyes silently, and said softly: "Qing Xiao, the debt between us in this life will never be settled, and I don't want to do it again. I hope... we will just be strangers in the next life, Stop torturing each other like this."

After saying this, Sang Zhi felt his heart ache, and then he pressed his chest silently, and said in a low voice, "I...don't hate you anymore."

Such a sentence was blown away by the undulating wind on the sand dunes in an instant, and drifted to various places in a vague way, and no one heard it.

Except for Sangzhi himself.

Then, as if he was relieved, he walked forward slowly.He didn't know where he was going, but he knew that in this life, maybe he would never be able to fall in love with anyone else again.

The white figure gradually disappeared into the wild sand of the desert, and after a long time, a fox covered in snow came out from the small hole just beside the sand dune.

The fox propped up his feet, staring blankly at the direction where Sang Zhi disappeared in the distance, a drop of clear tears suddenly overflowed from his deep black pupils.

He heard every word of what Sang Zhi said, and he knew that some things were irreparable, but he still tried his best to fight for them.

But the suspicion and distrust created by the initial deceit can never be repaired.

And...the claw that pierced through the chest at the end.

let's go.

Since this is Sang Zhi's choice, he has no desire to fight for it anymore.

Because if he tries to fight again, it will only make him feel shameless.

May we never meet again in the next life.

·

On this day, Ji Chen and Yaoyue took Ziwen to the street to cut new clothes and buy some daily necessities, while Cang Jiao sat in the courtyard alone to practice.

When Sang Zhi appeared, Cang Jiao was slowly absorbing a peanut-sized inner alchemy that he had condensed with the help of Ziwen's strength these days.

When the two met, they were both shocked.

Cang Jiao was surprised by Sang Zhi's haggard and unkempt appearance, and Sang Zhi was also extremely shocked to see that Cang Jiao had cultivated the inner alchemy in just a few days.

Looking at each other, the two were silent for a moment, finally Cang Jiao stood up and said, "You saved me?"

Sang Zhi's eyes moved, "It's a little effort."

Cang Jiao originally wanted to ask about the whereabouts of the Emperor of Heaven, but looking at Sang Zhi's haggard and red eyes, he also guessed that it was related to the Emperor of Heaven, so he silently swallowed the words.

"Go in and drink some water, you don't look well."

Cang Jiao finally squeezed out such a sentence lightly.

Hearing Cang Jiao's concerned words, although he couldn't hear a trace of concern in his tone, Sang Zhi still smiled sadly and said: "Thank you, I can handle my own affairs well, you should practice first. "

Sang Zhi's words had the meaning of rejecting people thousands of miles away, Cang Jiao couldn't help frowning slightly when he heard this - he was rarely rejected by people.

But the person opposite was Sang Zhi, and Cang Jiao knew that Sang Zhi had no malice in his heart, so he was silent for a moment, answered silently, and then turned back to practice.

Sang Zhi didn't pay attention to Cang Jiao's subtle movements at all, he got up and went to the guest room.

The layout of the guest room changed a little, but Sang Zhi didn't care. After drinking a cup of tea, he collapsed on the bed exhausted and fell asleep quietly.

But this time Cang Jiao stopped practicing and sat back on the chair in the yard.

At that time before, Cang Jiao could always joke with Sang Zhi indifferently, and he always found it very interesting to see such a smart and calm person like Sang Zhi embarrassed.

Even the time when Sang Zhi fell into the sea, Cang Jiao just felt that Sang Zhi was just acting out of anger for a while.

But this time... Cang Jiao couldn't see any light from Sang Zhi's eyes.

Despair is also an emotion.

But now Sangzhi seems to have no more despair.

Just like an old book that looks ordinary on the outside, without any trace of tearing, but the wind and frost have already made the inside become decayed and haggard. As long as an outsider touches it lightly, it will instantly turn into smoke and dust.

That's why Cang Jiao was so cautious just now.

When Ji Chen and Yaoyue came back with Ziwen at noon, Ziwen was chattering non-stop, but Cang Jiao gave him a cold look as soon as he entered the courtyard.

Feeling a cold air hitting their faces, the three of them fell silent immediately.

Ziwen was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "Master, what happened?"

Cang Jiao winked slightly at the guest room, and said: "Sang Zhi is back and resting, I don't think he's in a good condition."

After saying this, Cang Jiao's eyes flickered slightly, and he said with some embarrassment: "I'm not very familiar with him, you should go and have a look."

The guest room was given to Cang Jiao after Sang Zhi left before, Cang Jiao has a withdrawn personality, except for Ziwen who can enter his room, Ji Chen and Yaoyue are not allowed to enter.

Now that Cang Jiao is so generous and said such words, Ji Chen knew after a little thought that Sang Zhi's condition must be extremely bad.

But he was silent for a moment, but he didn't do what Cang Jiao said. He just turned his head and glanced at Ziwen and said, "Let's eat first, let Sangzhi have a good rest, and then you can go to Sangzhi for Ziwen later." Send him something he likes to eat."

Speaking of this, Ji Chen took another look at Yaoyue and Cang Jiao, especially Cang Jiao, and said in a slightly aggravated tone: "Sang Zhi has a delicate mind, if we deliberately ask, he will only hide his thoughts from us. , so... it's best for us to pretend we don't know anything."

Cang Jiao has been imprisoned in the Abyss of the Extreme North for so many years, and he doesn't remember much about how to get along with others, which is why his personality is so weird.

But he is not an unreasonable person. Hearing what Ji Chen said now, he thought about it and thought it made sense, so he nodded silently.

Cang Jiao nodded, Ji Chen heaved a sigh of relief, then he turned around and went to the kitchen to cook, while Yaoyue and Ziwen tacitly did not bother Sang Zhi, one went to the kitchen to help, and the other ran to the backyard Playing with cats.

Seeing this scene, Cang Jiao felt that this family was heartless for a while, but Ji Chen's words were left there, and he silently glanced at the guest room, and he could only let go of the thought in his heart that he wanted to see the situation. Put it on hold for now.

At noon, Cang Jiao sat at the dining table, and the whole process was under low pressure to cool off the scene. Usually at this time, Ziwen would run to his side, tease him, and say a few words, but today Ziwen shrunk down in a familiar way. In Ji Chen's arms, he didn't say anything, just ate obediently.

But Ji Chen was still calm, and kept silently picking up food for Ziwen and Yaoyue, and occasionally said a few words to Yaoyue with a low smile, and then wiped Ziwen's face with a handkerchief.

This time, Ziwen finished his bowl of broth and bibimbap extremely quickly, who made him almost suffocate due to the oppressive atmosphere at the table, and jumped off Ji Chen in a flash.

Seeing that Ziwen's feet were just sticking to the ground, Cang Jiao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Go and deliver some food to Sang Zhi."

Ziwen's body froze, and then he smiled and said: "Okay, I will follow Master's order!"

After finishing speaking, Ziwen turned around and ran to the kitchen, and after a while he got into the guest room with a lunch box.

Cang Jiao looked at Ziwen carrying the lunch box into the guest room, and just now he looked back, and now he happened to look at Ji Chen with a strange look.

"What's the matter?" Cang Jiao said silently.

Ji Chen coughed slightly, lowered his head and took a sip of soup from the bowl, and said, "It's nothing."

After Ji Chen said that, Cang Jiao didn't bother to ask. After eating, he left the table and went out.

Ji Chen looked at Cang Jiao's leaving back, silently turned his head to look at Yaoyue, Yaoyue's eyes moved, and then shook his head meaningfully.

·

Ziwen carried the lunch box into the guest room, Sang Zhi was lying on the bed and fell asleep quietly, sleeping very deeply, he didn't even notice that Ziwen came in.

When Ziwen entered the room, he felt an unusually oppressive atmosphere. He let out a breath silently, stood on tiptoe, put the lunch box on the table, and walked to the bed.

Sang Zhi's delicate and haggard face was still stained with tears, even in his dream, he was frowning tightly.

Seeing Sangzhi like this, Ziwen felt extremely troublesome, he clicked his lips slightly, then stretched out his hand, and pressed Sangzhi's forehead.

Soon, a ray of black air slowly emerged from Sang Zhi's forehead and gathered in Ziwen's palm.

When Ziwen saw it, he curled his lips into a smile, then tore the black gas into pieces, stuffed it into his mouth and ate it.

That is the nightmare that sneaks in.

Too many negative emotions in Sangzhi attracted Yan into his dreams. Nightmare feeds on nightmares, so it will further stimulate the negative emotions in Sangzhi's heart.

Sure enough, after Ziwen finished eating the ball of nightmare, Sang Zhi's face became much calmer.

Silently clapping his hands, Ziwen jumped off the bed, and then he left a note on the table, which meant to remind Sang Zhi to remember to eat when he got up.

He left all his boiled eggs for today to Sang Zhi.

The author has something to say: the inspiration for the chapter synopsis comes from the letter from the past~~