Monk, this child is yours

Ye Qingshuang fell into a dream, and also dreamed of Wu Jian.

It's just that the inexhaustible appearance in the dream made him terrified.

In the dark cave with only dim light, he stepped on the wet road, listening to the sound of gurgling water, and kept walking to the depths.

He could hear Wu Jian's familiar breathing sound, and he could feel Wu Jian's weak groans and groans. Wu Jian seemed to be enduring a huge torture, which made him feel very distressed.

He clutched his worried chest, touched the slippery stone wall, and walked forward step by step. He didn't know how long he had walked, until he saw Wu Jian lying on the cold and wet ground, he couldn't help but ran over in a panic.

Wu Kane's gray monk robe was soaked in blood, his eyes were closed, his face was pale and fragile, his lips were purple, and his forehead was covered with sweat. The opening and closing of those purple lips seemed to be calling someone's name, and he wanted to get closer and listen Wu Jian said something, wanted to ask what happened to Wu Jian, but he couldn't get close no matter what, he could only stand there anxiously.

The voice from Wu Jian's mouth was faintly visible, from weak to clear, and finally when he heard Wu Jian call him "Qingshuang", he opened his eyes.

He touched the sweat on his forehead and his chest that still seemed to be in pain. He realized that he was dreaming just now, but the dream just now was so real that it made him fidget.

He raised his eyes to look outside the tree hole, the moon was still full, but the cold feeling just now made him flustered, he felt that he couldn't wait any longer, he was going to find Wujian.

He quietly listened to the sounds around him, as if the lingering voice in his dream was still echoing in his ears, he climbed out of the tree hole and climbed down along the dense branches.

Follow that familiar voice.

After climbing down the tree, walk along the thick grass.

As if the howling of wolves didn't exist, there was no feeling of fear.

Only the voice of "Qingshuang... Qingshuang..." guides him to move forward, walk out of the tall trees in the forest, and reach the valleys overgrown with weeds. I don't know how long he walked, like a dark cave in a dream. appeared in front of his eyes.

Moist streams flowed from it, and the moss glowed green in the moonlight.

He stepped on the wet moss, walked in, touched the dampness on the stone wall, and walked forward listening to the sound of cold running water.

He didn't know if it was reality or a dream.

I was afraid of seeing Wujian who was as weak as in a dream, and I was so worried that I walked in anxiously.

Heavy breathing, mixed with murmurs.

It is like a call that is still in the depths of the soul.

I don't know how long I walked, how many turns I turned, and finally arrived at the place where I was lying in my dream, and I was lying there like in a dream, with my eyes closed tightly, and my lips seemed to be enduring In great pain, the gray monk robe was soaked in blood, and the blood seemed to be still flowing, dyeing the surroundings red little by little.

Seeing Wujian like this, he panicked, moved his trembling legs and ran over immediately, stretched out his hand, and touched Wujian's pale face, "Master... Master... Feixue... Feixue..."

Even though he called many times, he still couldn't see the man open his eyes.

He knelt down, his robe was soaked by the cold running water on the ground and the endless blood.

He dragged Wujian's body into his arms, stroked Wujian's chest, the weak beating there made his body tremble, and he didn't know what to do.

"Water...water...water..." A murmured voice came from his blue lips, Ye Qingshuang looked at the thin water flow close to the ground around him, and thought of the sweet spring water in the space, without hesitation, she took No cum entered the space.

The space is as bright as spring, allowing him to see Wujian's current state more clearly than the dark cave.

His brows were tightly frowned, and his pale to bloodless face was in stark contrast to his purple and blackened lips. The monk's robe soaked in snow was on his chest, and there was a long wound cut open by a sword. , the blood-red flesh opened inside the wound made his chest throb.

"Water... water..."

The faint voice brought him back to his senses, and he hurriedly went to the spring to gather some clear water with his hands, and dripped it on his dry, chapped and purple lips.

Perhaps because of the sweet water flow, Wu Jian opened his mouth slightly, and he poured water more smoothly.

Wu Jian kept swallowing the water that fell from his hand, and he also gathered several times of spring water for Wu Jian to drink.

Waiting for Wujian to stop drinking from the spring, Ye Qingshuang hugged Wujian who was breathing steadily, and slowly took off the monk robe on Wujian, revealing the fair skin inside.

He looked at the glaring wound, took out the veil and wiped the wound with spring water.

Wu Jian's pale face was probably caused by excessive blood flow, but the purplish lips were obviously poisoned.

He remembered that Huo Ling said that that area was a snake den, so the only thing he thought of was that Wu Jian was bitten by a snake, and he might have been poisoned by the snake.

He picked up Wujian's body and inspected it carefully, but found no traces of snake bites, so he could only take off Wujian's obscene pants to check.

He carefully took off Wujian's obscene pants, and sure enough, he saw two snakebite wounds on the inner thighs, and that place was also stained purple.

The moment he saw the wound, he lowered his head without hesitation, and was about to suck out the poisonous blood from the wound, but before he got close, the warm body behind him embraced his whole body, "Don't, Qingshuang."

Ye Qingshuang was speechless when he heard the familiar voice, he turned his head with difficulty and looked behind him, saw the familiar face, then turned his head to look at the pale person lying on the grass, stared wide eyes.

How can there be two incompetent?

"Qingshuang?" The man called him softly, and he turned his head to look at the person who was exactly the same as lying on the ground, except that this person had a normal complexion, clear eyes, and a bald monk, but the breath was the familiar one from the original body .

The man had no wound on his chest, but he was not wearing any clothes like the man lying on the grass.

"Qingshuang!" The man called him again, and then he raised his eyes to look at the man, with gentle and thoughtful eyes, not as indifferent as Wu Jian.

"You..." He didn't know what to say?

"Qingshuang, I'm Feixue." The man hugged him tightly, as if he would lose him at any time.

"What...what...what happened?" Ye Qingshuang was terrified like never before, he scratched his hair, could it be that he was still dreaming.

Because Ye Qingshuang was in a daze, the man shook Ye Qingshuang's shoulder, "Qingshuang, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Qingshuang pursed her lips, hesitated for a long time before raising her eyes and asking the person hugging him tightly, "You are Han Feixue...how about the people on the ground?"

Han Feixue smiled lightly, and stroked Ye Qingshuang's soft hair, "That person is also me."

"..." Ye Qingshuang was stunned for a moment, "Why are there two of you?"

"The one who was going to lie on the ground was the black Jianxin that had merged into my body. I lost my martial arts and was poisoned that day. Black Jianxin saved my life. Now that I am weak, I have the chance to come out." Han Feixue said Explaining, Ye Qingshuang's mind was so confused that he couldn't understand it at all.

Even if Han Feixue fell off the cliff and Hei Jianxin saved Han Feixue's life, then the Wujian he had been seeing was Han Feixue or Hei Jianxin, why would Han Feixue and Wujian appear in front of him now.

"I know that Qingshuang is difficult to understand, and I also know that Qingshuang knows about Jianxin, but Qingshuang may not know that Jianxin has different reactions to everyone who practices martial arts, and I got the black Jianxin In an instant, it turned into a person exactly like me, that person is Black Jianxin, we can share one body or separate, most of the time we are one body, we can’t be separated for too long, because Black Jianxin must be separated by me Domination, the remaining poison on my body was not cleared before, and now I have been poisoned by the snake, so I can come out alone."

Han Feixue explained that Ye Qingshuang's head was big, which means that Han Feixue and Wujian are the same person, because all actions are controlled by Han Feixue, "But why Wujian doesn't know about you? Why did you become a monk?"

When Ye Qingshuang asked this question, Han Feixue felt helpless, "Because of her weak body, her black heart has the heart of Buddhism..."

"so……"

"So Wujian is me with an incomplete memory, because the black Jianxin has the heart of Buddhism, so when I am fully recovered, there will be no Wujian."

Ye Qingshuang recalled that Wu Jian said that when Han Feixue recovered his memory, there would be no more Wu Jian.