Picked up a little dumb on the side of the road

Wei Xun would be concerned about Xiao Yi's affairs, but Xiao Yi would always be enlightened about Wei Xun's affairs.

He has always appeared indifferent and weak in front of outsiders, even a little dull and sluggish, because he really doesn't care about everything around him, and he can't even feel the emotions around him.

But this time he was terrifyingly sharp.

He didn't quite know who the pity was and what status he had, but he felt the power of the other party that overwhelmed the audience.

And he knew that this formidable person did not intend to let Wei Xun and himself go.

On the noisy summer night when Wei Xun appeared, it brought the first light in his life, and he thought it was Wei Xun who was coming to take him out of the darkness.

But after he and Wei Xun went up the mountain, neither nightmare nor anger was far away from him.

But as long as Wei Xun is still there, as long as he is by Wei Xun's side, he can feel the light, heat, and tranquility that he has never experienced in his life.

So he thought by chance, maybe Wei Xun didn't come to lead him out of the darkness, but walked into his life to illuminate his darkness.

But the combination of the violent anger that day and the sympathetic condemnation of today shattered his illusion.

He finally discovered in despair that his world might be a boundless black hole, even a warm and bright person like Wei Xun would be engulfed by his darkness and fall into an untouchable dark abyss.

He cannot allow this to happen.

Because in his eyes, Wei Xun is the best person in the world.

That night Wei Xun bowed and picked him up, his robe was at the tail, but he got up without a speck of dust.

Therefore, no one can let him be stained with dust.

Even myself can't do it!

He had to push Wei Xun out of the boundless darkness while he was still awake.

But Wei Xun didn't want to listen to Xiao Yi's continuation. He didn't know how much Xiao Yi could understand the recent events and words of pity, and he didn't know what Xiao Yi was going crazy.

Anyway, he didn't want to care about it, he just wanted to hug this cold body back and press it into the bed.

Xiao Yi did not struggle or resist, except that he knew that his poor strength and cultivation were not worth mentioning in front of Wei Xun, the main reason was that he had used up all his rationality just now.

Now his whole body has been trapped in Wei Xun's breath and temperature, and he can't get it out.

He comforted himself, just be selfish for a while.

One last time.

Wei Xun returned to the yard, the door was still open.

He even forgot to close the door, this is not the cautious and careful self.

He seemed to be able to feel that Xiao Yi was peeling off the masked human skin that Bian Xingcan and Xu Qingyan had forcibly stuck to his body.

He strode into the room, almost threw Xiao Yi onto the bed, didn't help him take off his coat, just pulled the thick mattress and buried him deeply.

Only then did he turn around to close the door, and the person just stood by the door in a daze, even forgetting to remove the hand that closed the door.

Wrapped in the quilt, Xiao Yi was hurt by the throw, and his mind was a little dazed.

Even though Wei Xun's bed was covered with thick mattresses and no bamboo mats even in the summer to prevent him from being cold, the force just now was still too great.

For the first time, he realized that Wei Xun might be angry.

It turns out that my brother would be angry too.

But even so, he couldn't stop there!

"My master has used spiritual energy to probe my body, and you have also probed, haven't you?" Wei Xun came back to his senses and pulled his hand away from the door when Xiao opened his mouth. "Have you probed anything else? I My consciousness, my memory, or, what else do you want to know?"

"Never."

Wei Xun opened his mouth to make a sound, only to realize that his throat was a little hoarse. He walked to the table and poured a cup of herbal tea to drink. After thinking about it, he poured another cup, warmed it with spiritual energy, and handed it to Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi took the teacup and didn't drink it right away, but carefully held it in his palm and covered it, as if he was holding the last ray of warmth in his world, "Then you come to visit now, I have something to show you. "

Wei Xun's hand still stopped at the movement of passing the teacup a moment ago, and it was very close to Xiao Yi. He felt that if he pulled it back now, it would be a bit deliberate, so he pretended to put his hand on Xiao Yi's heart.

Xiao Yi felt a warm spiritual flow slipping into his mind, caressing the top of his head gently like a feather.

He closed his eyes, feeling that the aura was as gentle and gentle as his master.

Until he noticed that the spiritual flow in his mind changed from tenderness to trembling, he frowned slightly, knowing that Wei Xun had seen those unbearable things.

He slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see Wei Xun retracting his hand as if he had been burned by something.

His heart also trembled, and his whole body shrank back into the boundless darkness following the movement of the hand.

"Feel disgusting? Nasty, dirty, filthy, mean?"

Xiao Yi said.

The tone was as cold as usual, because he had already stayed in his familiar corner.

He pulled the corner of his mouth to one side, showing a forced smile, his whole face was contemptuous, but still pretty, "You don't need to answer, I can see it."

"I'm so sorry for dirtying your eyes."

"This is what I thought of the night I slit Jiao Jin's neck. When they took off my clothes, my mind was full of what you saw just now."

"But you don't have to feel sorry for me. I was not controlled by some evil spirit. I was very sober at that time."

"This body was indeed controlled by some force, but it didn't take away my mind. My soul seemed to stand by and watch, watching some force control my body to do such a thing."

"I didn't want to kill Jiao Jin, but I didn't want to stop it either. Even before you approached me, I didn't think about going to snatch my body from that force."

What Xiao Yi said was the truth.

That day, he became angry for the second time and stained Jiao Jin's front. It was because he felt Wei Xun's approach that he suddenly realized that he had no control over his body. He didn't know if the power to control his body would be It was only after hurting Wei Xun that he remembered to regain control of his body.

And the hostility at that time was aroused by him during the game with that force.

"Because I feel that everything that happened has nothing to do with me. If I have to say that I have tried to do something, it is just before it happened. I tried not to be angry. At least, not so angry."

"But, I can't do it. Then, it becomes what you see."

"I have been born with cold blood and bones, and I don't sweat in summer, and I can't control my emotions..."

"Maybe, I'm just a cold monster by nature."

After a moment of silence, Xiao Yi finally asked the question he had always wanted to ask, but now he didn't want to get an answer.

"Do you still want to cover me? Do you still think you can save me?"

At this moment, Xiao Yi suddenly remembered the night before last year when Wei Xun carried his Sixth Master Uncle back to the mountain.

Before that night, Wei Xun had always been an invincible existence, and that black battle suit seemed to be forever stained with the blood of monsters of different colors.

Of course he didn't know that Wei Xun would choose such a suit because it would not be too conspicuous if it was stained with his own blood.

But that night, Xiao Yi saw the visible blood hole in Wei Xun's chest.

He had never seen Wei Xun suffer such serious injuries.

The blood hole robbed all light and sound of that night.

The ink poured into the sky, and everything was silent.

Wei Xun fell outside the mountain gate. He tried his best to protect the sixth senior brother on his shoulders from falling to the ground, but he couldn't.

Xu Qingyan was not on the mountain, and all the disciples panicked. When Jiang Feng led someone to pick him up, Wei Xun waved his hand with difficulty, signaling everyone to look at the sixth senior brother on the other side first, so everyone hugged his sixth senior brother and left .

The scene at that time was exactly the same as that night when everyone embraced Jiao Jin.

In the eyes of fellow students, Wei Xun is the God of War, and no one ever thought that anything would happen to him.

Only Xiao Yi, who was in the crowd, didn't leave. He tried all his strength but couldn't lift Wei Xun up, so he hugged Wei Xun's half body and dragged him to a big tree to avoid the wind.

He lifted the head of the person in his arms and pillowed it on his lap, sniffing Wei Xun's breath all night to make sure that he was still there.

At this moment, Xiao Yi felt that the fear of losing Wei Xun that night was overwhelming again. Even if all of this was planned by him, he was still submerged in it and unable to breathe.

He even felt that he could now feel what Wei Xun felt that night.

There was a hole in the chest, and the wind whizzed through the hole with the sound of hunting.

It was a piercing pain.

But he still can't stop!

"I was born lonely and detested by gods and ghosts. There are things that no one can give me."

"Only when I have never seen the light can I get used to living in the dark."

Xiao Yi leaned forward, stretched out his hand to caress Wei Xun's face, they were so close.

He called out "Wei Xun" in a low voice, raised his long and narrow phoenix eyes to look at the person in front of him, "Let me go, let yourself go too."

Although the rain from the sky is wide, it does not moisten the rootless grass; although the Dharma is wide, it does not save the unconnected.

In fact, Xiao Yi didn't realize how ambiguous this action was at the moment.

He just wanted to feel the last and only warmth in this world for the last time, as if as long as he engraved this feeling on his heart, he could continue to shrink into the darkness with his memory.

Go alone.

The chirping of cicadas outside the window has been replaced by the chirping of birds, and the faint morning light beats on Xiao Yi's pale face through the window lattice.

Thousands of tiles are at dawn, and the double eaves are gathering at night.

Day, it is about to dawn.

Many things are like this early morning, no matter you are looking forward to it or avoiding it, what should come is inevitable after all.

Xiao Yi raised his face for the first time that night, and looked at Wei Xun calmly as before.

His hand hasn't been taken away yet, he can't control his body and still yearns for that warmth.

He waited desperately for Wei Xun to remove his face from his palm.

Like a death row prisoner kneeling on the execution ground, he kept his mouth shut and didn't ask for forgiveness, and killed him with his neck open.

However, he never waited for that knife.

He felt that Wei Xun used the long silence to secretly replace Xiaoshou with Ling Chi, and cut open his flesh with a knife.