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He didn't even care about using the backlash of the magic element here. After pulling Ye Huaiyao away, he threw himself into the fire without hesitation, and grabbed Ye Zhiwei's arm regardless of the scalding temperature.

Ye Zhiwei struggled hard, and said sharply: "You don't need to intervene in the affairs between us, get out!"

At this moment, his expression was stern, and the clothes on his body changed to those he wore on the day of his death. At the same time, Rong Fan and Ye Huaiyao also returned to their original appearance.

The illusion is over now.

The flames spread along Ye Shiwei's body towards Rong Wang, but Rong Wang turned a deaf ear to the burning pain and his words, and forcibly lifted Ye Zhiwei out of the fire.

Immediately, he turned the magic element in his hand, and swiped his fingers, which had already suppressed all the flames on Ye Zhiwei's body, and pushed him to a safe place with the force of his palm.

The illusion couldn't stop being distorted, the streamer flashed violently, and the exit was about to be completely closed.

Ye Huaiyao was dragged back by Rong Huang, and just as he was about to step forward, he saw this scene.He didn't care to study Rong Huang's sudden move any further, he threw the Floating Rainbow Sword with his left hand, blocking the ever-shrinking exit.

He instantly moved to Rong Wang's side, grabbed his shoulder, and shouted: "Go!"

With a flick of his sleeves, there was a sound like tearing cloth, and the waves of fire were overturned behind him. The two rushed out from the flames, escaped from the illusion in an instant, and stood on the grass again.

Rong Huan was in the illusion, his skills were limited, and he forcibly fought against the illusion fire. After coming out, he inevitably suffered a little backlash, coughed twice, and couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood.

Ye Huaiyao held him by the arm, was speechless for a moment, and said softly: "Fool."

The real Ye Zhiwei was already dead, and the one just now was just a phantom, both of them knew it well.

Ye Huaiyao himself had already given up, but he knew why Rong Huang went so desperately to save a phantom, because it was his younger brother.

Because this silly devil felt that even if it was a shadow, Ye Huaiyao would be a little happier seeing him being rescued.

So he traded his own fire injuries and the backlash of his magic energy in exchange for this happiness.

Hearing his helpless joke, Rong Wang turned his head and smiled at Ye Huaiyao.

His brows are cold and melancholy, but when he smiles, he can see the shadow of his childhood, with a bit of pure sweetness, as if he was very happy to be called a "fool".

Ye Huaiyao shook his head, suspecting that Rong Xiao was so happy that he didn't hear what he was saying clearly.

Seeing that the other party had suffered several burns and blisters formed on the wounds, he reached out to touch him, but Rong Juan turned around and clasped his two fingers on the veins of his wrists.

"Are you injured internally, let me see."

He was probably afraid that Ye Huaiyao would reject this action, so he let go of his hand after feeling it for a while, and said, "There was your inner demon in the illusion just now, and now your spiritual breath is a little messed up, you should take a good rest for a while."

Ye Huaiyao shook his head, found a bottle of ointment from the Qiankun bag, and helped Rong Wang check the burnt area on his body, and couldn't help sighing softly:

"So when people are alive, they should really be kind to others and avoid enmity—the world is too impermanent. Enemies and enemies can become playmates who grew up together. What else can't happen?"

He raised his hand, imitating what he did when he was a child, and tapped Rong Zhuang's forehead with his knuckles, jokingly said:

"Demon Lord, you even know my inner demons, so I need to kill you to silence you?"

Rong Wang said: "Actually, after the incident in Yaotai, I thought you would do this. Now it seems that I have taken advantage of many years."

Ye Huaiyao didn't expect that he would take the initiative to bring up this matter, and was at a loss for words for a while: "Hey, I said you—"

Rong smiled a little, and said softly: "I'm forgetting myself, talking nonsense, don't worry about it."

He turned to sighed, and said: "I remember everything between us clearly. I'm afraid I really have to die to forget it all. Sometimes I really hope that you will be so open about the things related to me." Heart, but after all, I am unlucky, as if you are with me, you have never seen good things."

The sincerity of Rong Wang's words is really hard to refute.The two met each other when they were teenagers, and they have a deep relationship. They also have many memories of the purest and happy childhood.

It's just that this memory is accompanied by subjugation, grief and farewell. No one is wrong, but fate always plays tricks on people.

Rong Wang said: "So after much deliberation, I still think it's better not to remind you. For example, back then, if it wasn't for me being a burden, Ye Zhiwei would not have had an accident. Whether it was real or a phantom, I didn't want to call him again even if I died. You are sad for once."

He has thin lips and eyes, straight nose, pale skin, and a pair of indifferent eyebrows and eyes, and the tone of his speech has always been flat. Until now, he couldn't help showing a little loss and confusion: "After all, it is I……"

Ye Huaiyao said: "I really can't listen to it anymore. Look at our majestic demon king, who speaks out a name that can scare half the cultivation world, but pretends to be pitiful all day long. What are you? Everything is you Well done, it’s really great.”

Listening to his teasing tone, Rong Wang couldn't help but feel a little brighter, and shook his head with a smile:

"Since others are not allowed to take responsibility alone, Ming Sheng, who can make the other half of the cultivation world tremble, shouldn't keep blaming himself for what has happened?"

Ye Huaiyao smiled and said, "So you are going around in circles to comfort me? Thank you very much. For me, this is naturally impossible."

While the two were talking, the surrounding scenery was also slowly changing. The bare treetops were gradually dyed with a layer of light greenery, the grass on the ground was slowly sprouting, and the sky was gradually getting darker.

Ye Huaiyao wiped the center of his brow with his hand.

Rong Wang originally wanted to say something, but when he saw this, he took it back and said, "I don't know where the next illusion will be. You are also tired, so sleep for a while."

Ye Huaiyao was indeed a little tired. With his ability, although the illusion would not cause any substantial damage, let alone trap him with a mere inner demon, but going back to the past that he didn't want to recall would definitely consume his mind.

No one knows what kind of scene they will encounter next, even if it is to cope better, they should take a good rest and recharge their spirits.

Ye Huaiyao said: "Okay, then you should take a rest too."

He leaned his back against a thick tree for a short rest.

Once upon a time, in front of Rong Wang, even when he was awake, he was always vigilant, not daring to take it lightly.But now, Ye Huaiyao was so relieved that he fell asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.

It's just that even though he was so tired, he couldn't sleep well after all, dreaming continuously.

Dreams are a very strange thing. Dreams can sometimes make people forget their troubles, but sometimes, they can also make all the pretended calmness fade away.

Probably because the other person fell asleep, but his thoughts didn't stop, turning over and over in his head.

Thinking of Ye Zhiwei not being protected by his elder brother, and dying at a young age, Ye Huaiyao felt a pain like a cramping heart.In a trance, I always seemed to see my parents and younger brother waving at me together.

But the fleeting flashes flashed, and in the blink of an eye, all the brothers and sisters from Xuantianlou surrounded him again. The turmoil and daily laughter were intertwined, mixing his split life into two halves, and disturbing the whole dream. Bizarre.

Ye Huaiyao's brows gradually frowned, and he felt as if someone reached out to rub his brows, so he instinctively grabbed that hand.

The other party seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then grabbed him back, and a familiar feeling came over, making people let go of their guard again.

"Shiwei." Ye Huaiyao said in a daze, "I'm sorry."

He left his younger brother behind so cruelly and resolutely in the illusion, but now he grabbed him so tightly and repeated: "I'm sorry."

Rong Huan was mistaken for Ye Zhiwei.He looked at his clenched hand and sighed, at this moment he could only feel distressed.

He gently brushed away Ye Huaiyao's forehead hair, hugged him and leaned against his shoulder, and said softly: "It's okay, I don't blame you."

The one who should really be blamed is him.

Born to be unlucky, punish relatives and friends, even the person I like the most in this world will be affected.

Let me think of my own youth.

He was lonely and homeless all his life, and the pain in his life was far greater than the joy.

But in comparison, before Chu Zhao's subjugation, although his life was difficult, he still had a place to call home. He had no skills, but Ye Huaiyao was by his side.

As a result, once the country is broken, Ye Huaiyao's life will be split in two, so why is he not the same.

Originally, it was just an enemy country's attack. Chuzhao was prosperous, with strong soldiers and horses. From the king to the common people, they didn't take it seriously.

Unexpectedly, just after the start of the war, an inexplicable plague occurred in the army, and even Chu Zhao's side retreated steadily.After that, earthquakes and floods occurred in several cities, which made things worse, and finally led to the subjugation of the country.

Both King Yi and Princess Yi died in martyrdom. Before they died, they tried their best to save their two sons, and ordered the dark guards to escort the two brothers Ye Huaiyao and Ye Zhiwei out of the city.

Rong Wang also followed, but unfortunately before they left the capital, the guards around him were dead. It was Ye Huaiyao who led him and Ye Zhiwei to find a way out, so they killed and fled all the way, leaving Chu. Zhao country.

At this time, there are refugees everywhere, and the three and a half older children are sensitive. They wanted to take advantage of the chaos and climb over the wall to enter the neighboring city.

Both Rong Wang and Ye Zhiwei didn't know much about martial arts, and Ye Huaiyao was supposed to go up first and then hang them up with a rope, but the rope broke and both of them fell down the city wall.

At that time, Ye Huaiyao only had time to grab the one who was closer to him, which was Rong Wang, and Ye Zhiwei died because of it.

Later, Rong Wang often thought that without him, Ye Zhiwei would not have died.

Or... If Ye Huaiyao had time to hesitate for a moment and see the faces of the two clearly, he would be the one who was abandoned.

It should have been him.

But even if his heart aches and his chest hurts from holding back, Rong Wang never said this to Ye Huaiyao.Now that things have happened, all meaningless words seem pale and hypocritical.

He knew that Ye Huaiyao would only blame himself and be more sad than himself, so he didn't want the other party to waste his energy to comfort him.

The two buried Ye Zhiwei and continued walking. The master who taught Ye Huaiyao martial arts in the palace in the past had some friendship with Xuantian Tower, and the destination of their trip was to go to Xuantian Tower with the token.

Ye Huaiyao didn't say anything, he didn't even shed a tear.As if nothing had happened, he hurried on the road, ate and rested with Rong Rong.

Until it snowed heavily one day, the two happened to walk halfway up the mountain, and finally found a cave to spend the night.

Ye Huaiyao originally caught a fawn, but when he saw the mother deer coming after him, he couldn't bear to do it, so he let them go again.

He picked a few wild fruits and brought them back for Rong Wang to eat, but Rong Wang knew that Ye Huaiyao hadn't eaten for a whole day.

He shook his head.

Ye Huaiyao forced the fruit into his hand and said, "You have grown up recently. If you don't eat, you will faint in the snow tomorrow, and I can't carry you on your back."

Rong Wang hurriedly said: "I have the strength to walk. I... I can't eat."

Ye Huaiyao finally smiled, and stretched out his arms to wrap Rong Huang's shoulders.The cold wind came in through the gaps in the bushes at the entrance of the cave, bringing with it damp and freezing cold.

"Are you sad?" he asked.

Rong Wang paused for a moment, then nodded slowly.

In fact, no matter whether he was sad or guilty, all of his emotions ultimately came from his concern for Ye Huaiyao.

He himself grew up in a special environment, and he is very indifferent to morality and right and wrong. If he is really in a dangerous situation, and he can only choose to survive with another person, then Rong Huang will use all means to make him The opponent kills.

But the premise is that that person can't be someone Ye Huaiyao cares about - he will be sad if his heart is so soft.

But Ye Huaiyao couldn't understand it, he just thought he felt guilty and sad for Ye Zhiwei's death.

He squeezed Rong Wang's shoulders, and said: "I don't blame you. In that case, no one can control the accident. Even if someone is really responsible, it's me, the big brother, who didn't protect you well."

Rong wanted to speak in vain, but Ye Huaiyao waved his hand at him and smiled: "But now everything is a foregone conclusion, what else can we do?"

The fire in front of him flickered slightly in his clear eyes: "If a person wants to live a good life, he must learn to forget many things. Pain is as short as happiness. Don't be sad for too long when you are sad, and don't get carried away when you are happy. In this way you to move forward.”

"I know you must have a lot of grievances in your heart. You feel that you are born lonely, and that you should always be the one who is abandoned. But you see, I won't do that."

Ye Huaiyao handed the fruit to Rong Wang again: "You used to live alone and unhappy, but in the future you will have your own home and a loved one. At that time, you can probably stop."

He stroked Rong Wang's hair, smiled and said: "Eat."

Rong Wang held the fruit with both hands like holding a baby, after a while, finally nodded, and said to Ye Huaiyao: "You eat too."

Ye Huaiyao said with a smile: "Oh, but then again, this fruit is really unpalatable. I kind of miss those dim sum in the past. When we get out of here alive, we can eat it."

Rong Zhuang smiled, stopped talking, and lowered his head to eat the fruit seriously.

He hasn't had a good life since he was a child, and he can't taste the bad food, but he still has no appetite, but he just doesn't want Ye Huaiyao to bother to coax him.

However, Ye Huaiyao's attitude and those words made Rong Huan feel a lot better. It was rare that he didn't have a nightmare that night and could sleep well for a while.

In the middle of the night, Rong Huang felt a little cold, opened his eyes, and found that there was no one around him, and the fire that had been raised was blown out by the wind.

He clearly remembered that, in order to be warmer, before falling asleep, he and Ye Huaiyao leaned against each other.

At this time, the robe they were wearing together covered him, but Ye Huaiyao didn't know where he went.

Rong Wang waited for a while and didn't see him coming back, feeling panicked, got up and went out of the cave to find someone.

At this time, the snow was quite thick under the feet, Rong Huan walked out one foot at a time, and saw the moonlight all over the place, his eyes were clear, and the branches and rocks around him cast black shadows in the night, but there were no leaves at all. Huaiyao's trace.

When he was anxious, he became more cautious, picked up a branch from the ground, held it in his hand, and walked forward lightly.

At this time, between the sound of the wind and the chirping of night birds, Rong Wan suddenly heard a faint whimper.

He thought he heard it wrong, so he took a few steps, and then stopped suddenly.

Behind a bush, Ye Huaiyao was sitting in the snow with his arms around his knees, his shoulders twitched violently, and the cry was suppressed in his throat, but it was only a low whimper, and in the middle of the night, it had already Clear enough.

The Ye Huaiyao in Rong Huan's impression always had a smile on his face, his arms were strong and warm, and all the good things in the world were accompanied by this person's side.

He is as gentle as a bend of spring water in March, but as tough as if he was born with steel and iron bones. Nothing can break his noble and calm.

But at this moment, Ye Huaiyao was crying.

He rested his forehead on his knees, bit his lips tightly, and the young man's thin shoulders seemed to be crushed by unbearable sadness and mourning, slightly bent.

At that moment, Rong Wang only felt thunderous.

He seemed to be blind, deaf, and even his soul disappeared in a blink of an eye. Ye Huaiyao, whom he had never seen before, pierced his chest like a sharp arrow and nailed him to the ground.

Intense heartache spread all over his body. It turned out that Ye Huaiyao was not incapable of being sad, nor was he as handsome as he appeared on the surface. He just didn't want to let others grieve together.