Master Xiao thinks about those years

The world is unwilling to let go of Fu Nian, and Fu Nian also refuses to let go of himself.

But in front of that spotless person, the little hope in his bones was ignited again.

What burns is hope, or, it is the lifeblood of his survival.

"Master... I was wrong..."

"Ling Chen really knew he was wrong..."

"Master, I'm sorry..."

The Fu Nian repeated tirelessly, the body folded down, lifted up, folded down, lifted up again and again...

It's like being enchanted.

Yan Chen stood, he looked at this crazy person under his feet, at this possessed person, at this once pure and clean person.

There was an uncontrollable pain in the chest.

It hurts too much.

It's like gouging out a bone and eating a heart.

Just like when Thirteen stabbed ice silk into his bone marrow.

The pain is real, but in the pain, flowers of relief bloom again.

He finally saw his apprentice Fu Nian and came back.

"Lingchen..."

Whispering gently, Yan Chen leaned down, trying to stop the frantic kowtowing people in front of him.

"Master... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I know I'm wrong, Ling Chen knows I'm wrong..."

There was no way for Fu Nian to stop, no matter how many kowtows he made, he couldn't make up for his sins.

Yan Chen couldn't stop it, so he bent his knees and knelt down opposite to Fu Nian.

The red robe stretches across the floor, touching the filth on the ground, as well as the filthy ink color of the runes.

"Lingchen, it's okay."

A gentle sigh fell, and Fu Nian was held down by a pair of slender hands on his shoulders. He raised his head blankly with a little fear, his eyes met, and his eyes met a clear light.

At the same time, Yan Chen's phoenix eyes reflected a man who had lost his soul.

Siye stared at each other in silence, they knelt in the filthy mud and fell into the last sliver of bloody sun.

Covered in blood and covered in dust.They were two disgraced people, but it didn't matter, they both found each other in each other's eyes.

The feeling from six years ago came back.

Yan Chen really felt that his long-lost apprentice finally came back.

"Lingchen, you..."

"Spells!"

Halfway through Yan Chen's words, he turned into an exclamation, because the black-colored man kneeling in front of him suddenly fell down.

Things went without warning.

Yan Chen hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch the fallen man.

Fu Nian fell into Yan Chen's arms, her brows were tightly frowned, and her whole body was trembling.Yan Chen was in chaos inside, he didn't know what was wrong with the talisman, he hastily instilled his meager spiritual power into the talisman, but it didn't work at all.

"Fu Nian, wake up!"

Yan Chen supported Fu Nian's shoulder, and could see the painful expression on Fu Nian's face spread from a close distance.

Yan Chen was thinking in confusion, and suddenly felt a movement in his arms.

Looking down, I saw that Fu Nian, whose eyes were tightly closed, suddenly reached out and scratched at himself.Fu Nian's sharp fingers seemed to have enough strength, and every time he grabbed it, there was a bloody hole.

Blood flowed out, and the place where he was caught was quickly closed again.

Talisman is an immortal body.

Yan Chen suddenly understood why Fu Nian's clothes were tattered.

Constant scratching, constant scars, and constant pain.

Such a self-destructive impulse is obviously not in line with common sense.

The talisman...was he bewitched?still……

Yan Chen frowned, thinking suspiciously, suddenly his eyelashes trembled.

He suddenly remembered that a while ago, when he and Meng Huan fled from Yexingyuan to Baishui City, Meng Huan once said a word: "Jiang Yexiu's medical skills are especially useful for talismans."

Now Fu Nian's behavior is unusual, Yan Chen guessed, this is probably the "special" that Meng Huan said.

If he wanted to heal the talisman, Jiang Yexiu had to do it. Thinking of this, Yan Chen lowered his eyes and found the red firework that Jiang Yexiu left for him.

Stimulated by spiritual power, a touch of red whizzed up from the palm, and a gorgeous red flower bloomed in the dim twilight.

At that time, it was completely dark, the last ray of twilight disappeared, and the drowsy night fell.

Yan Chen thought that it would take some time before Jiang Yexiu and Meng Huan arrived, so he wanted to help him to the side of a tree so that they could lean against the trunk.

Yan Chen wrapped his hands around the symbol, wanting to hug him.

However, Fu Nian's body is far stronger than him, and he failed to hug him a few times, which made Fu Nian's movements even more chaotic.

A series of bloodstains continued to be pulled out, Yan Chen frowned, and simply gave up the idea of ​​holding the talisman, and went to imprison his two self-harming hands instead.

The strength of Fu Nian was so strong that Yan Chen held onto his palm, almost unable to grasp it.Yan Chen didn't want to see him hurt himself, so he grabbed it desperately if he couldn't catch it.A pair of soft fingers are almost white.

"Fu Nian, stop..."

The frowning Fu Nian carried an unstoppable force, and when he felt the obstruction, he exerted force with his arm, let go of his hand, and directly knocked Yan Chen to the ground.

"Well--"

With a muffled groan, Yan Chen fell into the mud.

And the rune also fell to the ground, but his hand still didn't let him go.

"Fu Nian... stop!"

He cried out, but there was no response.

New bloodstains appeared on Rune Nian's body, and old scars began to heal.

The old and the new are replaced, and the cycle repeats.

It's useless, Yan Chen's phoenix eyes are cold, and the tails of the eyes are red.

Gritting his teeth, he simply turned sideways, hugged Fu Nian, and clasped the menacing hands.Feeling the sudden hug, the bewildered Fu Nian froze for a moment, but after a while, he tried to move again.

What Yan Chen is holding is the front of Fu Nian.

Fu Nian's hands couldn't touch him, so he began to grab the person who was hugging him arbitrarily.

"Uh--"

The piercing pain came from his back, and Yan Chen hummed hoarsely in his throat.

Fu Nian's hands were not heavy, the sharp claws went down, pierced into the flesh and blood through Yan Chen's red clothes, and pulled out a hole that was flowing blood wantonly.

"Fu... Read..."

Eyelashes fluttered, Yan Chen's clean face was almost pale, and the end of his long and narrow eyes seemed to be stained with pink from the rain in March, the red was moist and thrilling.

"Uh……"

It hurts, Yan Chen gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Fu... Read..."

He called the name of Fu Nian, as if this could wake up the person in front of him, as if this... could relieve the pain.

"Fu... Read..."

"Lingchen..."

He yelled weakly in the pain, and when the word Ling Chen came out, the crazy man in front of him suddenly stiffened his fingers.

The pain in his back was relieved, Yan Chen pursed his pale and thin lips lightly, thinking that he had finally awakened the person in front of him, but unexpectedly, the next moment, Fu Nian's face suddenly magnified in front of him, the corners of his slightly pursed mouth were too late to hold back, Covered with a sheet of warmth.

"Ling... um..."

Covered lips, two words are incomplete.

Unlike any previous roughness, this time's talisman, the movement is gentle.

The lips and teeth deliberately slowed down, and every inch of encroachment was taken with care.

Like lukewarm spring water, like newly brewed honey.It's so sweet that people sink and sink.

Lips and teeth entangled, Yan Chen was kissed, and even forgot to resist.

He actually... forgot to resist.

It is not so much sweet honey as sweet poisonous wine.Yan Chen's brain is blank, his body is empty, only the sweetness between his lips and teeth is real.

real……

Real Qing Hui!

In an instant, these four words came to mind.Like cold water pouring down, Yan Chen's whole body trembled, his phoenix eyes widened, and he realized how wrong he was.

Totally woke up.

When he wakes up, he has to struggle, but Fu Nian refuses to let him go.

The warmth continued, and Fu Nian's hand didn't stop.Pain and sweetness coexist.

Yan Chen felt like he was going to be eaten away by someone.

Pain, irritation, pleasure, pain, shame...

Thousands of emotions wrapped him up, and he really didn't know what he was doing.

What are you doing?

He and Fu Nian hugged each other in the mud, bleeding from each other, hurt each other, sweetened each other, and struggled with each other.

Fu Nian kissed him in sin.

"Master...I... miss you..."

Suddenly, he couldn't help overflowing these two words in his greed.

The two words light and floating, like cotton, fell into Yan Chen's mind, but it stirred up a turbulent sea.

The rough waves swallowed him, choked his breathing, and crushed his flesh and blood.

Fu Nian shouted...it's Master...

Master...!

Yan Chen's whole body trembled.

what does this mean?

Now that he is Mo Qing, Fu Nian took him as the real Qing Hui in his previous life when he was unconscious.

In other words... Fu Nian knew... the person he kissed was Yan Chen, not Mo Qing.

Fu Nian knew that he was his master, so why would he...

Yan Chen unconsciously thought of a certain place.

When he touched that dark area, a feeling of fear and horror immediately enveloped him, and he hurriedly withdrew, wanting to retreat from the darkness into the light.

impossible……

Yan Chen's complexion was pale, a hole was dug in his sky, and the black hole always threatened to pour disaster.

He must have heard wrong just now...

Or, the talisman was summoned unintentionally...

It must be so!

Yan Chen comforted himself desperately, with a pair of trembling hands, he tried his best to press the talisman.

"Moqing!"

Suddenly, a clear shout came from outside the forest.

It was Jiang Yexiu, Meng Huan and the others, Yan Chen trembled all over, and the movement of pressing the symbol became more and more forceful.

He must not let them see this.

The two forcibly distanced themselves, and Fu Nian lost the sweetness between his lips and teeth, just like a beast that had lost its prey, his complexion became more gloomy, and his hands became more irritable and arrogant.

Yan Chen pressed his shoulder, and suddenly, Fu Nianzhu's sharp claws plunged into his shoulder roughly.

Pierced like a sharp knife.

It is a piercing pain.

Dense cold sweat dripped from his fair forehead, and his pretty face was already so pale.

"Moqing! Brother!"

Shouting in astonishment, Yan Chen raised his head with difficulty, and vaguely saw two people standing in front of him holding a torch in the twilight, they were Meng Huan and Jiang Yexiu.