The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is me who turns back

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The surging tide submerged Long Xiao and took him into the deep and deep sea.

He had some bad dreams, in which he returned to a certain day many years ago.

The magic soldier was sitting on a war horse, holding a long rope in his hand, and dragging Long Xiao with his hands tied behind him, like dragging an animal.But Long Xiao was worse than animals. Animals still had hair to cover their bodies, but he couldn't block his own body.

The monsters on both sides jumped up and down happily, their unscrupulous eyes made him feel ashamed, some monsters spat at him, sticky things fell on his hair, body, and face, and some stretched their arms towards him touch.

At that time, in order to torture him, the magic soldiers always rode their horses very fast. Before those hands could touch him, Long Xiao was staggered and dragged away.

But not in this dream.

He was left where he was, and the hideous-faced goblin rushed over, groping his body with cold hands, taking care of every place from top to bottom, from head to toe.No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless, and no one paid any attention to his shouting. Long Xiao felt that he was torn apart by those hands.

"Long Xiao..."

Someone called him that.

Among the faces with blue face and fangs, suddenly there was an overly glamorous one.

The bright red body conflicted somewhat with the gloomy environment.

Fu Ziqiu shoved away the goblins surrounding Long Xiao, stood in front of him, folded his arms, frowned, and looked down at his ugliness.

Long Xiao curled up like crazy, feeling extremely dirty.

"Don't look at..." He heard himself groan, "Please, don't look at me..."

Fu Ziqiu hugged Long Xiao into his arms, held a handkerchief in his hand and kept wiping off the cold sweat on his forehead, pressed his chest against his back, and was surprised that his underwear was also completely wet.

Long Xiao frowned deeply, and the pleading tone made Fu Ziqiu's heart twist like a knife. He urged the ghost to pull the yarn to make himself warmer before he dared to hug Long Xiao, and the force was also light.

Long Xiao was weaker than tofu now, and he felt that even a little bit of strength could crush him.

But the person who was immersed in the nightmare blocked everything unknowingly.

Fu Ziqiu gently turned Long Xiao's face, let him lean on his chest, rubbed his thumb back and forth on his mandible, tried his best to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, it's all over."

"Long Xiao..." Fu Ziqiu was gentle like never before: "Don't be afraid, no one will hurt you anymore."

The sleeping man let out a groan, and opened his dry lips a little, as if extremely uncomfortable, then he opened his eyes.

"Long Xiao?"

Seeing that he was not fully awake, Long Xiao was not fully awake, and there was a layer of gloom in his eyes, gray and lifeless.

He was sunk in the old dream and couldn't wake up, just opened his eyes covered with wind and frost, looking at Fu Ziqiu without focus.

"Long Xiao," Fu Ziqiu touched his face, "Can you hear me?"

"Uh..." As if awakened by this shock, Long Xiao suddenly let out a painful snort, and buried his face into Fu Ziqiu's chest: "Aqiu, I'm so uncomfortable..."

Long Xiao's body was not injured at all. His pain did not come from his body, but from the bottom of his heart.

Fu Ziqiu couldn't control his arm, even if it hurt Long Xiao, he still had to hug him tightly.

He was so distressed that his heart trembled just thinking about it.

"I am here."

Fu Ziqiu remembered the small step that Long Xiao took towards him, with a cautious face, bearing all his strength.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Fu Ziqiu fondled Long Xiao's thin back: "I won't leave you, I'll be right here."

·

Long Xiao's furrowed brows never unfolded.

Fu Ziqiu thought in frustration, maybe his lame consolation was useless to him.

Maybe the person Long Xiao really needs is not him, but the one who makes Long Xiao sacrifice himself and sacrifice the Three Realms to be safe, is his inner demon——Qinghe.

Fu Ziqiu finally knew what Long Xiao's inner demon was. What this emperor who was born with everything wanted was this useless and petty thing, love.

Fu Ziqiu was in a mess, and he couldn't tell what it was like.He realized that he was slipping into a very dangerous situation, and the alarm bell in his heart was ringing crazily, as if to remind him that he should not have other feelings for this person.

But he couldn't control it, and at a certain moment, he was even jealous of Qinghe's weight in Long Xiao's heart.

He seemed to separate Long Xiao and Gu Zhizhou less and less. When talking about the past, he no longer used "Gu Zhizhou" but directly said "you", as if he had equated them subconsciously.

Fu Ziqiu resented this, he felt that he had betrayed Gu Zhizhou.

This feeling kept haunting him until he took off Long Xiao's clothes with his own hands, wanting to wipe off his unstoppable cold sweat.

The moment the skirt was undone, Fu Ziqiu held his breath.He looked at the body in front of him in disbelief. It was clear that the skin and flesh were new, white and pink, but the horrific scars lingering on it were old.

The scars that belonged to Gu Zhizhou appeared on Long Xiao's body as they were. There were so many scars that were cut and healed by the sword energy, and could no longer be erased.

Looking at these, Fu Ziqiu finally understood that it was meaningless to insist on distinguishing Long Xiao and Gu Zhizhou.

It was Gu Zhizhou and Long Xiao who jumped off the Broken Sword Cliff for him.

It was Gu Zhizhou and Long Xiao who blocked the thunder disaster for him.

It was Long Xiao and Gu Zhizhou who were treated coldly and rejected by him for thousands of miles.

It was Long Xiao and Gu Zhizhou who were hurt ruthlessly by him and ignored him.

From beginning to end, from beginning to end, there is only one person.

Then he began to think about what he had said and done to Long Xiao.

He let him go, told him not to learn from Gu Zhizhou, left him alone in the heavy rain, pushed him away when he wanted to hug him, forced him to give Gu Zhizhou back to him, and cast the most vicious curse on him, in the heavy snow Without hesitation, he turned and left.

He didn't care about him, didn't love him, didn't notice his weakness, and hurt him all the time in the name of love.

Even so, Long Xiao still treated him sincerely without reservation.

Fu Ziqiu suffered retribution, every cruel word he said to Long Xiao, every cruel thing he did to him, turned into sharp knives and swords at this moment, and he came back with even worse revenge.

He seemed to hear the cold ridicule from the end of the years: "I said, you will regret it later."

This kind of regret originated from the depths of the soul, and after 800 years of life and death, it finally came to him.

The voice was still saying: "I love him so much that I let you spoil him like this? I finally saved him just to let you hurt him like this?!"

Fu Ziqiu suddenly felt extremely terrified, and he clutched his forehead in pain, feeling that what he witnessed today untied the painful doubts in his heart.

It wasn't the first time he saw Long Xiao like this.

Something is about to tear open a corner of memory.

It was a long, long time ago, the emperor who had just returned from the Demon Realm was so fragile, he was in a daze all day long, unable to get a drop of water, he would only hold a piece of fiery red clothes, and repeatedly begged——

"Qinghe, please, don't look at me."

Fu Ziqiu was inexplicably heartbroken.

·

Fu Ziqiu was worried about Long Xiao's condition, so he happened to believe that people from Fangzhou went to the heaven to treat the injured heavenly soldiers and generals, and later sent someone to invite Huai Chu.

Huai Chu's mood has also been ups and downs in the past few days. He was shocked to hear that Gu Zhizhou had died. Talking about the past of Long Xiao being imprisoned in the Demon Realm, he almost passed it in one breath.

Until he was sitting by the bed, staring at Long Xiao's restless face in his sleep, he still couldn't calm down.

Huai Chu looked at Fu Ziqiu: "Is he... really Zhizhou? No, it should be said that Zhizhou is the emperor?"

Fu Ziqiu responded: "Look at him, he hasn't woken up after sleeping for a whole day, and he keeps having nightmares."

Huai Chu suppressed the overwhelming shock in his heart, and got on Long Xiao's pulse.

After a while, Huai Chu said: "It's okay, I just fell asleep. I'm in very good health. It's no problem to run around the Three Realms ten times. It should be trapped by a nightmare. I'll start some tranquilizing powder, and I'll wake up soon." .”

Only then did Fu Ziqiu feel relieved.

"That..." Huai Chu didn't know whether to say it or not: "I was outside just now and heard something..."

"Say it straight, don't beat around the bush."

"No, I just didn't expect it." Huai Chu put Long Xiao's hand back under the quilt: "He is too bitter."

How many people in this world can go smoothly all the way to the end, each has their own sufferings, and those who are strong will swallow it silently, and no one else needs to know.Long Xiao was probably this kind of person.

Fu Ziqiu leaned on the edge of the bed and looked at Long Xiao's face, and told Huai Chu: "Receive your sympathy, he doesn't need these. I don't care what you think, but don't show it in front of him. Sometimes, Sympathy hurts more than disgust."

Huai Chu opened his mouth and was dumb for a long time, then nodded: "I often didn't understand Zhizhou before. I thought that although he had a weird temper, he had a good heart. I couldn't understand why he had to face the world with a thorn in his body. Things that can be solved in a few words, but he insists on doing it, so that he feels notorious. Now I understand a little bit, he knows what he wants and what he doesn't want, and he knows how to protect him to the maximum extent. Protect yourself and protect others. Over the years, no matter how your identity changes, you are still the one who understands him best."

Huai Chu smiled: "I was called over by you in a hurry, the medicine box was thrown outside, find a pen and paper and I will prescribe a prescription, you go and catch Anshen San by yourself."

Fu Ziqiu took a look at Long Xiao's tidy table, except for the decorations, there was no sundries, no paper or pen, it should have been put away by Long Yuan.

"Wait, I'll look for it."

Standing in front of the table, Fu Ziqiu opened the drawers and searched. He found white paper at the bottom, and found the inkstone and graphite in the cabinet next to him.

This is still grinding...

Fu Ziqiu was a little anxious. When he put the things on the table, the corner of his clothes caught on the open cabinet door.

He turned around to save his clothes, glanced inadvertently, and found an iron box with a ban on it and a rune on it in the cabinet.

Fu Ziqiu called Huai Chu over: "You grind it yourself."

"What...you call me to see a doctor, why are you bossing me around?"

Fu Ziqiu ignored him, took the iron box out of the cabinet, shook it in his hand, it was not heavy.

Since it is not heavy, it should not be jewelry and jade, and precious things can basically be rejected.But if it is not valuable, what is worth a spell and a prohibition to prevent others from opening it?

"What is this?" Huai Chu put his head together and asked, "The land deed?"

Fu Ziqiu was slightly taken aback: "The title deed? Why do you guess like that?"

"Look at the size." Huai Chu put the paper in his hand on the box: "It's about the same size as paper. I think there is also this kind of box in my brother's room, and the title deed is placed inside."

It's impossible for Long Xiao to release the land deed. He used to own the entire Tiangong, so who would dare to compete with him for the land here.

Fu Ziqiu lifted the spell with his hand, thinking about the restriction on the box.

Huai Chu said again: "This is the Peach Blossom Curse."

Fu Ziqiu, who has no peach blossoms, is ignorant and ignorant: "What curse?"

"Peach Blossom Curse, a spell commonly used when chasing girls, it's so romantic, you can see flowers raining all over the sky when you cast the spell." Huai Chu squinted at Fu Ziqiu, a little disgusted: "You are so stupid, how did you catch up to Zhizhou?" of?"

Fu Ziqiu was not in the mood to talk nonsense, and coldly dropped two words: "Rely on face." Then he threw the iron box to Huai Chu: "Untie it."

"I was just caught to be your maid, right?" Huai Chu looked aggrieved, but he had superb medical skills, but he couldn't beat this Fu, so he could only succumb to his beauty... Bah, lustful power !

"This curse is not difficult." Huai Chu drew a peach heart on the iron box with a flick of his hand, and the lock opened with a "click".

Fu Ziqiu snatched the box and pushed the inkstone to Huaichu's hand: "Continue grinding."

"..."

Fu Ziqiu turned his back and gently lifted the iron cover.

It was really paper inside, a stack of white paper, almost as thick as an iron box, and on it was a sachet embroidered with acacia.

Fu Ziqiu's eyes twitched.

Then he took out the sachet together with the wad of papers.

The next moment, Fu Ziqiu's body shook violently.

The sachet on the paper was removed.

Fu Ziqiu took a breath.

I saw two words written in the middle of the white paper——

Qinghe.

Fu Ziqiu turned a page.

It is Qinghe.

Turn another page.

Still Qinghe.

It was a thick stack, and each page had a "Qinghe" written on it.

He was too familiar with that font, it was exactly the same as Gu Zhizhou's handwriting.

Turning to the last page, it was finally no longer a single "Qinghe", and there was a line of small characters at the bottom.

"Looking at the sky at dawn and looking at the clouds at dusk, thinking about you when you walk, and thinking about you when you sit."

This is probably the most explicit love story that Long Xiao in his previous life could write.

After all, the Iron God of War still has his weakness.

Hit it with one hit.

Push yourself into the abyss.

As for the mixed reputation now, in the end it is too much infatuation, one wrong step, one wrong step.

Fu Ziqiu suddenly felt that the box was very heavy again, a few pieces of veil drifted in front of his eyes, and the faint sunlight swept on the table through the window behind him.

In this same place, Long Xiao was writing something, the light and shadow hit his upright back, and a few strands scattered and lingered between his fingers, forming a ring-like halo of light naturally.

Someone leaned over from behind, hugged Dijun's waist presumptuously, rested his chin on his shoulder, looked at him, opened his mouth to hold Dijun's ear bone, and bit gently.

Long Xiao endured for a while, then pushed back, and said strangely: "Get up, I can't write well."

The people behind were not afraid of power, took the pen from Long Xiao's hand, lifted the paper in front of him, smacked his lips and said, "I thought His Majesty was writing something important, and he never dared to disturb him. So you are hiding here and thinking of spring."

"Looking at the sky at dawn and looking at the clouds at dusk, thinking about you when you walk, and thinking about you when you sit."

"Which gentleman is your majesty missing?"

Dijun was not at all embarrassed by being knocked out of his mind during the day, he pulled the paper back, took his own seal, and stamped it with a big red stamp.

Then he got up, and flicked the paper very arrogantly: "You are rewarded."

But in the next moment, the wrist was grabbed, and the noble emperor of the Celestial Clan was pressed against the table with his chin pinched, and a low voice echoed in his ear: "Your Majesty's reward is not enough, Qinghe is guilty of the crime, so come and get it yourself."

With a bang, the spring light in the room suddenly faded, and everything in sight was dull gray.

The blue bird, which had been in the karmic fire of eternal life for three days and three nights, suffered serious injuries, one of which was that its eyes were burned, and it has since been unable to distinguish colors.

The first thing he did after recovering from his injury was to find the piece of paper that said "Thinking of Jun", touched the seal belonging to that person in the lower corner, and found that everything here was as lifeless as the beauty lost in his world.

The color in his life was gone.

So, Jade Bird found a box and sealed up a stack of paper with his name written on it and the love poem.

He put a very beautiful spell on the box, which he learned specially to make that person happy. That person hasn't smiled happily for a long time. Seeing this, he must give some face.

Thinking of that person's face, the pain was somewhat diluted, but who knows, they didn't even see the last face.

·

The war was about to break out, and the demons in hell came to the Jiuzhongtian to wander around, and their arrogance became even more arrogant.It holds in its hands the spell of Yin Chi's refining and transforming evil spirits during the Great War between Heaven and Demon, and binds up the unjustly dead souls in groups of three and four, refining them into even more powerful evil spirits.This is not over yet, the heart demon is born from Long Xiao's body, and it already has absolute power. It injects its own devilish energy on the evil spirit, and for a while, wherever the evil spirit reaches, it sucks people's essence|blood, and takes people's vitality. Set off a bloodbath in the world.

Two-thirds of Yingwuzhou's troops went down to support the mortal world, and the fight was still extremely difficult.

Qi Wu's hands were bloody, so slippery that he could hardly hold the weapon. His armor had long been bitten and torn by the minions of evil spirits, and his strong body was covered with scars of all sizes.

"General, as long as people don't stop dying in the world, the evil spirits will continue to live. They have already attacked the imperial city!"

Qi Wu wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand: "The power of these evil spirits is unusual, have you notified Jiu Chongtian?"

"The letter has been delivered!"

"Okay, how is the evacuation of the people in the city?"

"The imperial city is surrounded by evil spirits in all directions, and it is impossible to get out. Once they are allowed to invade, the consequences will be disastrous."

Qi Wu took a deep breath, looked up at the gloomy sky, and ordered sharply: "Before the arrival of reinforcements, even if we take our lives to guard, we are not allowed to let a ghost into the city!"

The author has something to say:

The poem comes from Tang Yin's "One Cut Plum Blossom Rain Beats the Pear Blossom and Closes the Door Deeply".