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At the end of autumn, which was too long for a seaside city, winter also fell on this small fishing town with howling winds.

Every day, Ye Ye could sit by the bed—or the round table where the chains could reach the end—and hear the rattling sound of the weak wooden window being blown by the cold wind.

Winter in Yucheng doesn't snow, and the weather isn't cold, but Ye Ye's life is really not easy.

Maybe it was because the escape from Cheng Shuo's long sword was too traumatic, or maybe it was because the experience of being drugged by Zhou Zhouyi was too exhausting, Xia Qiushang couldn't see anything, But as soon as winter came, Ye Ye clearly felt that his body was like a tattered lantern with air leaking from all sides, no matter what he couldn't keep the sporadic temperature in his body.

When the wind blew, he shivered, no matter how thickly he was dressed, his hands and feet were icy cold, his face the size of a palm was piled on the quilt, he was sucking his nose, looking pitiful.

Zhou Zhou was keen, and Ye Ye noticed his excessive chills without needing to say anything. He invited the local doctor to see him twice, bought some medicine, and rearranged the room according to the doctor's instructions.

The charcoal brazier in the house was always burning, and the hand heater on the newly purchased small square table beside the bed was always hot, and a thick blanket was spread on the cold floor.

Before going to bed every day, Zhou Zhouyi would take the trouble to bring hot water for him to soak for a quarter of an hour.

At this time, most of the nights are a little late, and Ye Ye often soaks in the bubbles, and because of sleepiness, he tilts his head and leans on the shoulder of Zhou Zhouyi who is kneeling, and looks at the other party's long, unsightly hair in a daze. The bundled black hair slid down the collarbone, winding all the way, and finally dripped lightly on the water basin, creating a circle of ripples.

A few days later, perhaps because Zhou Zhouyi felt that the effect was not great, Zhou Zhouyi went to find the old woman next door. After stumbling and overcooking two pots, he learned the skill of making soup and began to stew it every now and then. Soup for Ye Ye.

Even the window that creaked and rang endlessly when the wind blew, Zhou Zhouyi repaired it with a hammer in a sunny afternoon.

On the surface, Zhou Zhouyi didn't have any problems. He was still handsome and good-looking, with a smile on his lips and affection in his eyes. He spoke slowly, and was even more gentle and meticulous when facing Ye Ye. He couldn't find any faults.

It seems that those who draw swords to face each other, drug and lock, madness and coldness all disappear into the daily tenderness.

Being confined in a small world every day, seeing no outsiders, seeing the sun and the moon, Ye Ye was facing Zhou Zhouyi's sugar-coated shells every day, and almost forgot the chains on his feet, and felt that this was actually not bad.

But one time in the middle of the night, Ye Ye, who was sleeping deeply, suddenly woke up from his dream and saw that Zhou Zhouyi was not asleep.

Maybe it's because Ye Ye is really God's favorite hexagram, so even if he is about to fall into the gentle trap of the little pervert, he will suddenly see the sharp poisonous thorns underneath.

That night, Ye Ye saw a pair of dark eyes hiding in the darkness, staring at him for a moment, not surprised to see him wake up, but stretched out his hand to pull his neck, kissed his eyes, with an intimate tone She asked him, "Why did you wake up?"

As he spoke, his hands slipped from the collar down his back, and his eyes narrowed: "You sweat so much, are you having a nightmare?"

Ye Ye paused for a moment, then agreed meekly and kindly, and buried himself in Zhou Zhouyi's arms again, pretending to be asleep under the cold sweat of shock.

When Ye Ye woke up the next day, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the buckles on his legs. He was silent for a while, and then suddenly laughed as if talking to himself: "It's so heavy."

For a long time afterwards, Ye Ye often woke up in the middle of the night.

Most of the time, even if Ye Ye woke up, he would not choose to open his eyes. He just listened quietly for a while, and then his consciousness sank into the chaos again.

Until one day in the middle of the night, the windows in the house were blown closed by the wind at some point. The charcoal brazier had been burning for a long time, and the hot air gathered in the house, causing the air to be filled with dry sparks.

Ye Ye felt thirsty when he woke up from his dream. He lay on the bed and hesitated for two seconds, then looked at Zhou Zhouyi, who seemed to be sleeping soundly beside him, got out of bed by himself, and poured himself a glass. water.

With the soft sound of running water, Ye Ye stood by the charcoal brazier and took a sip of water, then turned his head to look at the window that was closed by the wind.

The night wind was quiet that day, and the moonlight shone brightly on the panes. Ye Ye suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen the scenery outside for a long time, so he gently pulled his chain and walked to the window on a whim. With the book rolled into a tube, he leaned forward and opened the window with difficulty.

At that moment, the wind carried the moonlight into the room, covering Ye Ye's face generously, as if someone had gently kissed his cheek.

Ye Ye thought vaguely, ah, it's better to go outside.

Ye Ye let out a sigh of relief facing the clear wind and bright moon, the corners of his mouth subconsciously turned up, and he felt the chain on his ankle being pulled hard by something.

Unprepared, he staggered for a while, barely holding on to the edge of the window sill to stabilize his body, turned around and saw Zhou Zhouyi sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the chain in his hand, looking at him with a smile.

"Aye woke up..."

He put his legs down from the side of the bed, stood up straight, his black hair fell down his shoulders, and he walked towards him step by step with his bare feet touching the chain slowly.

"...Why don't you call me."

He stopped in front of him with a smile and looked down at him, but his eyes were dark without light, and his voice seemed to be sighing in embarrassment for something.

He said: "A Ye likes to go outside."

Ye Ye had a premonition that something was wrong, his shoulders trembled, and he tried to explain: "It's stuffy in the room, I want to..."

Before finishing the rest of the sentence, Zhou Zhouyi dragged the chain and pushed him directly to the ground.

Zhou Zhouyi covered his mouth and smiled: "Hush."

"I'm not happy."

The moonlight was still bright, shining without any concealment on the young man's thin white fingers tightly pinned by the window, and on that fragile, swaying, sweat-covered back. the sound of.

In that chaotic vortex, Ye Ye felt Zhou Zhouyi bite his back hard, he struggled painfully, and Zhou Zhouyi held his arm again.

Ye Ye turned his head to look at him, and saw bloodstains on the side of Zhou Zhouyi's flushed face, and the eyes filled with fire...

Ye Ye opened his eyes.

... but panic like water waves.

The boy turned around under the moonlight, looked at him suspiciously for a long time with watery pupils, and then asked in surprise: "What are you afraid of?"

Zhou Zhouyi didn't answer.

Ye Ye soon had no extra energy to dwell on this issue.

When Ye Ye woke up again, he was the only one left in the room. He sat up wrapped in a quilt, looked at the closed window and thought for a while, then tapped the system question in his head. : "How many months is it now?"

He has been imprisoned for a long time, and his concept of time has become blurred.

The system replied: [Mid-December. 】

Ye Ye calculated the time, sighed, and buried his chin in the quilt: "It's been so long."

The system was silent for a moment: [Are you planning to leave yet? 】

Ye Ye shook his head: "Wait a little longer."

System: [...Aren't you angry? 】

Ye Ye propped his chin and shook his legs, the heavy iron chains on his thin white ankles glowed coldly under the hazy sky.

Ye Ye: "I've thought about it. I have to leave sooner or later. I can leave at any time. The present day should be regarded as paying off the debt in advance."

He smiled, and said to the system: "In fact, he is more pitiful."

The system was noncommittal, and played the song "Damn Tenderness" in Ye Ye's mind, and reminded: 【The host please pay attention to the remaining points. 】

"It should be enough to wait until the Chinese New Year is over before leaving." Ye Ye said, "Stop the song for me."

The system turned off the music: [just enough for the New Year to end. 】

Ye Ye: "That's fine."

-

Ye Ye thought well, Zhou Zhouyi was the first person to know his real name so far, so he planned to say goodbye after the Chinese New Year in a good manner before leaving.

Although the sudden death is a bit cruel in front of the eyes, it is already the best ending in terms of points and love.

Barely catch up with a good beginning and a good end.

One week before the New Year, Zhou Zhouyi gathered a pile of red paper from somewhere and asked Ye Ye to cut the window grilles with him.

At first, the two were still well-behaved lucky characters and koi, but as they cut and cut, they began to create all kinds of weird and twisted styles, and finally they were all glued to the windows by Zhou Zhouyi without discrimination.

When the candlelight shines at night, the shadows on the ground are like ghosts walking in the night, a group of demons dancing wildly, so weird that it can stop the children next door from crying at night.

Regarding the matter of Chinese New Year, Zhou Zhouyi showed a strange enthusiasm, and even enthusiastically planned to go to the countryside to do as the Romans did, and get a local god statue to offer up, and put some melons and fruits to worship during the Chinese New Year.

Ye Ye suspected that Zhou Zhou was trying to join in the fun. After all, he was not a righteous person who feared the way of heaven, but a demon king who ignored authority.

If the young master of the Devil's Sect let him be the leader, the world would probably be full of blood and rain.

But Zhou Zhou wanted to move the statue back, and Ye Ye had no objection. He was not a staunch atheist. He thought that before he died, Ye Ye would believe in any gods during the final exam.

Ye Ye had already made up his mind, and when Zhou Zhouyi got the statue back, he sincerely begged that he could meet a fun object in the next world, so that he wouldn't be so troublesome and costly.

But how should I put it, the world is changing, and sometimes, the plan just can't keep up with the changes.

It was a cloudy day when Zhou Zhouyi went to move the statue, and Ye Ye walked around the room twice in a limited area alone - he tripped over a chain on the way - and finally found it from the closet that he could touch. I picked up the red paper for window grilles and started folding paper cranes.

The bright red thousand paper cranes were stacked one on top of the other, looking beaming. After Ye Ye folded ten of them, he went to the cabinet to get needles and threads to pass through them one by one. meaning.

But before the cotton thread passed through the needle, the closed wooden door suddenly opened with a clang, and the cold wind whistling outside instantly slapped Ye Ye's face, and the red paper cranes on the table were scattered all over the ground .

Facing the cold wind, Ye Ye looked up blankly.

The sky outside the house was dark and there was not a single ray of sunlight, but the person who came was dressed in a spotless white robe. He looked like frost and snow, and his expression was cold. His long hair was tied neatly on the top of his hair. Brilliant, eye-catching.

Ye Ye gasped, stood up from his seat, and had 1 question marks in his heart.

The man's gaze quickly swept across the simply furnished room, and finally landed on Ye Ye's face. He paused for a moment, then lifted his robe and stepped over the threshold, nodded to Ye Ye, with a calm tone: "It's been a long time See."

His tone was flat, as if he was just dropping by, Ye Ye opened his mouth for a long time, and finally chose to bow his head silently and shouted dryly: "... Immortal Venerable."

Ye Ye never expected that he would be here, at this moment, and see the real Xuantian.

Master Xuantian didn't expect it either.

He was able to find this place because some time ago, the disciples who had been sent to practice had reported that there had been a case of monsters stealing human corpses in a village in the south.

When the disciples went to ask the surrounding mountain spirits and ghosts for clues, they wanted to find out the whereabouts of the monsters, but they heard another frightening news.

"You guys come to investigate?" One of the dryads said, "Among those who died, someone from your sect killed them!"

The disciples looked at each other in astonishment, questioned them again and again, and used magic tools to transform their memory into form to pursue the truth, but unexpectedly saw senior brother Zhou who had left the Changkong Gate without saying goodbye a few months ago, but it was him and not them. In my memory, Senior Brother Zhou was always smiling and saying hello.

The disciples panicked and sent the news back to the Changkong Sect overnight, directly leading Master Xuantian down the mountain.

After a lot of twists and turns, he finally found the current residence of his former little apprentice, but after pushing the door, he saw a young boy who had met once.

Master Xuantian frowned, and was about to ask the reason, when he suddenly saw the black iron chain on the ground, hidden in the blanket, like a poisonous giant snake crawling in the grass, biting the thin and weak body of the young boy in front of him. above the ankle.

At that moment, Master Xuantian remembered Zhou Zhouyi's blood-stained face in the scene presented by his disciples, his face turned cold, and he already had a guess in his heart, and even without confirmation, a blue light hung on his fingertips.

Ye Ye only had time to see the flash of light when he heard a crisp cracking sound in his ears, and the weight on his feet suddenly lightened. He was caught off guard, staggered, and was gently pulled by the tip of his sleeve by Master Xuantian. Pulled back.

"Do you know the way?" Master Xuantian looked down at him, and said quickly and clearly, "If you don't know him, go west for a hundred steps after leaving the courtyard gate, there is a stable, hide there, and when the matter is over, I will take you away .”

Ye Ye froze for a moment: "Leave."

Master Xuantian looked at him: "You don't want to leave?"

Ye Ye was silent for a while, but still said truthfully: "I think." It was just a little sudden, and it was a little earlier than he planned.

Master Xuantian nodded slightly, without thinking about the momentary hesitation of the boy in front of him, he said directly: "You just need to go out..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes froze, and he quickly turned around to protect Ye Ye, and saw Zhou Zhouyi holding the head of the statue with one hand, his expression seemed to be smiling, but it was slightly distorted by anger.

"Where does Master want my people to go?"

He stood still at the door, his eyes fell on Ye Ye, and he asked with a friendly tone and a cold smile.

"A Ye, why don't you come over?"

Ye Ye completely subconsciously glanced at the ceiling master Xuantian, another strength besides the male lead, before he said anything, when he heard a clear cracking sound, and a sharp sound rolled around his ears. cold wind.

Zhou Zhouyi and Master Xuantian succeeded almost at the same time, and their figures were so fast that they could hardly be seen. Ye Ye chased forward a few steps, only to see the crushed statue left on the ground.

"boom--!"

The century-old tree in the yard was broken by Zhou Zhouyi who fell from the sky, and the dust and debris almost flooded the yard. Ye Ye coughed hoarsely when he heard a familiar voice, his heart trembled, his legs were still Mai, a figure has already fallen beside him.

He was spotless, and even his breath was not messed up, so Master Xuantian immediately mentioned him and said, "Let's go!"

Ye Ye was dragged up into the sky, the cold wind swept into his robe, he heard Zhou Zhouyi's almost tearing voice from the cold wind blowing towards his face: "Ye, Ye!!!!"

The voice was so sharp that it fell into Ye Ye's ears, like a sharp knife stabbing straight into the depths of his brain. He looked back with horror, and saw Zhou Zhouyi rushing towards the wind covered in blood.

Ye Ye thought, now he really can't go back.

Otherwise, I don't know how he died.

Master Xuantian frowned slightly, turned his palms over, and a long sword gleaming with faint blue light flew out of the scabbard behind it, and rushed straight to Zhou Zhouyi to block it, and then rushed towards the fishing village with Ye Ye in his hand A nearby wilderness.

His purpose is very clear, even if Zhou Zhouyi cannot stay, he must not involve innocent people.

And behind him, Zhou Zhouyi's fury may have increased his skills in a short period of time, and Xuantian's sword was blown away by a blow after a few moves in an instant.

Master Xuantian looked sideways at Zhou Zhouyi catching up, and he didn't delay any longer. Lingkong turned over with Ye Ye in his arms, and landed firmly on the ground.

Ye Ye took a bite of the wind, and was shivering from the cold even when he fell to the ground. Seeing this, Xuantian took off his outer shirt and put it on Ye Ye neatly, saying: "This forest is a fantasy sea. Lin, it is not a big problem for ordinary people to go in and out, but if a cultivator has evil thoughts in his heart, it will be difficult to walk in it."

"I will lure him away, you don't have to think about anything, just run forward, he can't find you."

When he said this, he looked up into the sky as if he had faintly noticed something, and said coldly: "Run."

-

Zhou Zhouyi stepped into the fantasy sea forest.

He was extremely angry, extremely hated, extremely resentful, and the soaring emotions almost flooded the top of his head, making even his breath smell like blood.

His body was full of injuries, and several ribs were broken. Every time he breathed out, there was a hoarse sound, but Zhou Zhouyi didn't notice it. His eyes seemed to be soaked in blood, and he walked with a long sword. Walk on barren land.

A vague mist began to linger at the end of his nose.

Zhou Zhouyi saw his master, who was standing not far away, frowning at himself.

Zhou Zhouyi asked, "What about the others?"

His master didn't answer, but asked instead, "Why did you become like this? What happened?"

Zhou Zhouyi's temples throbbed violently, and he hissed with a laugh: "Good master, what are you talking about?"

He showed his white teeth, and the long sword in his hand held a beautiful sword flower: "I have always been like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped on the tiptoe and rushed towards the ground, the sword light flashed past, but it was a pity that before he could take a step closer to the master, the sword that was knocked into the air suddenly flew straight from the oblique ground, choking Blocked his attack.

Zhou Zhouyi was so shocked that he jumped back, and the moment he turned over and landed on the ground, he attacked again. The sword light flashed continuously, dizzying, but they were all blocked back one by one.

He asked again: "What about others?!"

The master looked at him coldly: "Go away."

"Where did you send him?"

"He ran by himself."

Zhou Zhouyi's movements paused, his eyes widened slightly.

"Do not."

His hands were trembling, his voice was trembling, but there was a strange expression on his face, as if he was smiling: "He can't run away."

The mist completely lingered around Zhou Zhouyi's body. Zhou Zhouyi swayed and frowned. He blinked quickly, and when he looked up again, he saw the long street that was as bright as day.

Zhou Zhou paused.

He saw the young man standing not far away, standing next to a vendor, bowing down to draw lots, with a bright smile on his beautifully curved face, which made Zhou Zhouyi's eyes sour.

He wanted to pull him, but the moment he stretched out his hand, the scene suddenly changed, and the figure of the boy standing there turned into green smoke and disappeared into the night.

Zhou Zhouyi's heart was empty and panicked, and in a blink of an eye, he found that he was already in the dilapidated courtyard in the village. There were grids drawn everywhere on the ground, and there were traces of two people who had passed the Jiugong grid.

"Young Master Zhou." He heard the boy call him, "What are you doing there?"

He saw the young man sitting by the table, leaning his elbows on the table, shuffled the cards with a smile, and beckoned him to sit down: "One game? If you win, I'll give you a candied haws."

"If you lose—"

The young man smiled brightly: "I'm leaving."

Zhou Zhouyi said sharply, "You can't go!"

"What's wrong?" The boy looked at him suspiciously, "You kill me, harm me, poison me, lie to me, can't I go?"

Zhou Zhouyi opened his eyes wide.

The smile on the boy's face suddenly disappeared, and the candles and cards on the table were also hidden in the darkness.

Zhou Zhouyi stretched out his hand in horror to pull his wrist, but he couldn't pull it. He saw the boy sighed: "Hey, do you think you are really unique?"

He stretched out his hand, with a hair tie in his palm, and a bonfire was lit under the back of his hand.

Shockingly red.

Zhou Zhouyi trembled uncontrollably, and there was a broken voice in his throat, like choking, or begging: "Don't..."

The boy smiled at him.

"Be good..."

"Do you really think I love you?"

Everything seemed to be torn apart bloody, and the great panic caused Zhou Zhouyi's eyes to burst into tears. He shook his head hastily, curled his fingers, and spoke cautiously.

"I..."

"I never..."

He never felt that Ye Ye really loved him.

The boy threw the redhead into the fire.

Zhou Zhouyi stared in a daze, tears gushing out frantically made his eyes hurt.

He heard Ye Ye's voice saying, "I'm leaving."

Zhou Zhouyi's shoulders trembled, he raised his red eyes, looked at the blurry figure, tears were still flowing.

"Where are you going?"

His voice was like a string snapped suddenly.

"Where are you going!"

He didn't hear the echo, but he saw someone walking to the boy's side. Zhou Zhouyi looked over and saw that person's face little by little.

"Are you going to find Cheng Shuo?"

"Are you going to find Cheng Shuo?!"

He asked repeatedly in disbelief, his mind roaring, and his fingers felt the coldness of the long sword again.

Zhou Zhouyi's pale and crumbling face showed a momentary stupefaction, and then little by little, it turned into a morbid smile.

"I won't let you go," he said to himself.

Zhou Zhouyi felt the long sword sink into his soft body, and the warm blood splashed on his face, which was terribly hot.

He subconsciously closed his eyes and opened them again.

There is no long street, no old courtyard, no bonfire, no Cheng Shuo, only the withered woods in winter, and——

Zhou Zhouyi let go of his hand, and took a step back in confusion and fear.

——Ye Ye.

Ye Ye swayed his body, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, he looked down at the long sword on his chest.

Ye Ye came back on purpose.

This is the end of the matter, the story should be over, he can no longer go back with Zhou Zhouyi - he will probably die if he goes back.

He felt a little regretful about the window grilles that had just been cut, and sighed in his heart, then he held the hilt of the sword without hesitation, and pulled it out little by little.

"At least..." Ye Ye whispered, "This time you used your own sword."

Zhou Zhouyi remembered.

One day he woke up suddenly due to a dream in the early hours of the morning. He had forgotten all about the moment he opened his eyes, but at this moment, he remembered it very clearly.

He dreamed that Ye Ye was lying in a pool of blood, his face turning blue.

As it is now, as it is now.

-

Thousands of miles away, the Sky Gate.

Cheng Shuo, who was sitting alone in the Bingquan Cave, suddenly seemed to notice something. He suddenly raised his eyelashes, stared fixedly at a point in the sky, and frowned.

After thinking for a while, Cheng Shuo still released his spiritual consciousness, covering the entire sky gate silently, to check if something happened.

He passed the fruit forest on the back mountain, the door tablet on the front mountain, and the noisy porch, but he didn't find any changes. When he was about to leave, he heard two disciples say that the master went down the mountain to capture Zhou Zhouyi.

Cheng Shuo's heart skipped a beat, the ominous premonition intensified, and he closed his eyes in an instant, trying to transmit the message: "Master."

For a moment, Cheng Shuo heard Xuantian's voice clearly came to mind: "Ah Shuo."

"I heard that you went to find Junior Brother Zhou..." Cheng Shuo closed his eyes at the mention of this person, feeling uncontrollably disgusted and tired, "Please be careful."

"I'm fine. He's near exhaustion. I can bring him back today." Master Xuantian paused, and was about to ask Cheng Shuo what happened to Zhou Zhouyi, when he suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood on the tip of his nose. .

Master Xuantian was startled, guessed something, turned around and swept towards the source.

"Master?"

Xuan Tian said: "Something happened."

Cheng Shuo's heart beat wildly for some reason, as if he was afraid of something, or he seemed to have guessed something.

After a long while, he heard the voice of Master.

"He died with the people."

Cheng Shuo asked in a daze, "With whom?"

"I don't know." He paused, "It seems the surname is Ye."

The author has something to say: I am so moved, I finally finished writing this world! (Xiao Zhou also cried

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This world is full of impromptu ideas everywhere, for example, you may not believe it, Xiao Zhou was originally just a supporting role, but because of my personal preferences, I was promoted by me(.)

This world is pretty badly written, thank you for sticking around and crying.