Frost and snow

Song Lan was almost fainted by the fire and thunder. If he hadn't been a murderous body, he might not be able to resist it.He shook the dirt off his head, and looked at Xiao Xingchen again, only to find that the eyes of the person in his arms were closed tightly, and his breath became weaker, gradually undetectable.

How can this be so?

Song Lan was shocked, he lost all five senses, he couldn't feel the warmth of the chest of the person in his arms, and in his panic, he didn't notice Xiao Xingchen's soul floating behind him, so he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

He touched Xiao Xingchen's blood-stained face with trembling hands, hugged his body and screamed silently, the black air surged and swept across the remnant flag, the mask shattered and fell off, revealing a half-dead and half-skeleton terrifying face .

As soon as his true face was revealed, Xiao Xingchen's eyes widened in disbelief in midair. How could he have imagined that Song Lan would turn into this appearance!

"Zichen!" Xiao Xingchen was sad, struggling to resist the pull of the soul banner, without hesitation.But Song Lan fell into grief for a moment and didn't hear his voice.The baleful aura he erupted swept across the remnant flag and scraped the ghosts left inside. The three evil spirits could not resist, screaming unwillingly, and the last bit of soul was swallowed up by the black smoke.

Xiao Xingchen only felt that the strength pulling him was cut off, and his soul power increased from this. He resolutely turned his head and plunged into the flesh, body and soul merged into one, without a single gap.

Song Lan was in grief, but the person in her arms slowly opened her eyes.Xiao Xingchen raised his hand cautiously and touched Song Lan's broken face.

As soon as A-Qing got up and saw the scene, she couldn't help but gasped, but Song Lan, who was shocked after being greatly saddened, couldn't react. He stood there stiffly and let Xiao Xingchen's fingertips I have described my own face that is neither human nor ghost.

"... Zichen?" No matter how hard Xiao Xingchen's hand was to move, his fingertips trembled, not knowing whether he should continue.

He thought that if he entered the soul banner, he would be able to break his longing, but who would have thought that the face under Song Lan's mask would turn out like this.And all of this is caused by him, how can he escape blame like a coward?Whether it is life or death, Song Lan should decide.

Xiao Xingchen opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. His face was ashen and dull, his muscles were stiff and stiff, and his bare bones were horrifying. Compared with Song Zichen who was proud of the snow and frost back then, he couldn't bear the slightest resemblance.He felt sad, his face lost all color, his lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't speak in tune.

"It's me, I hurt you...I'm sorry for you..."

He struggled to get out of Song Lan's embrace, curled up on the ground, wishing he was still blind, unable to see, and able to deceive himself.No wonder Song Lan didn't want to see him again, and he couldn't face himself.

He whimpered in pain, "If it wasn't for me, why would you be here."

The pleasure of holding a sword to the end of the world, the joy of meeting a bosom friend, the tacit understanding of like-mindedness, and the lofty aspirations are all shattered in front of your eyes.

Xiao Xingchen was sad in his heart, and when he touched Shuanghua with his hand, he was about to pick it up. Song Lan moved, pressed Xiao Xingchen's hand, and shook his head at him.

With tears in his eyes, Xiao Xingchen looked at Song Lan, "I stab you with the sword, and you return the sword, that's only fair."

Song Lan pulled Xiao Xingchen's hand anxiously, parted his fingers, threw away the sword, and wrote in his palm, "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself."

"If I hadn't vented my anger on you..." Song Lan pointed, if he hadn't vented his anger on Xiao Xingchen back then, said hurtful words and never saw each other again, how could Xiao Xingchen...

The words "...I owed you" were written intermittently, and the last few strokes hung in the air, and they couldn't fall down no matter what.

Xiao Xingchen raised his head and looked into Song Lan's eyes. Only here could he see things he was familiar with.

Back then when they walked side by side, Song Lan was aloof and reticent, but he was also cold and reserved, treating each other with the courtesy of a gentleman.Although sincere, it is as light as water.Only when we occasionally look at each other can we see the waves in each other's hearts.

Although it was just a flash, it was enough.

Song and Xiao are at the time when they are in high spirits, they are respected by others, and they don't want to have a flawed reputation, and they don't want to show it in front of others.Anyway, the future is long, so there is no need to say much, those who know know themselves.

Who knows that the world is unpredictable, and it has turned into the current situation, so why can't people say a thousand words about it.

Song Lan twitched the corners of his mouth, barely making a twist. He didn't know whether he was going to cry or laugh, but he put his finger in the palm of his hand, unable to write another word.

He took out the bamboo flute, pressed the sound hole with his fingers, and even without a tongue, he played the rhythm.Xiao Xingchen was startled when he heard the sound, and he couldn't help but also took out the jade flute.He played the flute without hindrance, but he played a piece of music intermittently, the tune was out of tune, and tears could no longer be restrained from falling from the corners of his eyes.

The scene of that year reappeared before my eyes.The two of them traveled together and fell in love secretly. Although they restrained each other, there were always times when they couldn't help themselves.This tune is nothing more than their intimacy play, but it hides indescribable affection.

Xiao Xingchen burst into tears, he held Song Lan down to prevent him from using his soul power to play the flute again, how could he not know what Song Lan was thinking.

A-Qing sat on one side of her knees, looked left and right, anxious in her heart, endured and endured, and couldn't help but say, "It's obviously all the evil done by that bastard, why are you holding onto yourself? "

A-Qing was indignant, "I saw with my own eyes that Daoist Song was tricked by that little bastard first, and then Daoist..."

Seeing that Xiao Xingchen's face changed, A-Qing acted recklessly, wrapping his arms around Xiao Xingchen's arm, "It's that bitch who is not as good as a pig or a dog who lied to you. Speaking of which, all three of us died at his hands! If I know where his body is, I will definitely dig him out, smash him into slag, and grind him into ashes, and sprinkle it in the pigpen and in the latrine." The more A-Qing talked, the happier she was, as if she had found her enemy. Same, "If there are any leftovers, they will be dumped at the door of the brothel, and let those whores, tortoises and old bustards step on their feet every day..."