[Xue Xiao colleagues] Spring is late

18: Chang's Disaster

I don't know when the bright moon poked its head out from the gap in the clouds, illuminating the boundless night coldly, the night owl's cries had stopped, and in the pale moonlight, everything around was eerily quiet except for the humming of the wind.

Xiao Xingchen pushed his speed to the extreme. When Shuanghua passed by in the air, he was so fast that he couldn't even see the afterimage. He shook his hands uncontrollably. Dry, sore, so red and swollen that I almost couldn't open my eyes.

Lanling was not too far from Liyang, and it usually took him half a day, but he only took more than an hour, but he didn't meet Xue Yang along the way, so Yu Jian should have arrived early.

This place is all too familiar, with no difference from the plants and trees in the past. Even the bricks that fell off a corner of the wall are exactly the same as in the distant memory. The beginning of Xue Yang's entanglement life.

But now, are you going to step into that inescapable fate again?

Halfway through midnight, ugly time is approaching, only the sound of wind swinging willows in the dark half of the street, and occasionally a dog barking comes from the opposite street.The moon is not dark, and the wind is not strong. This kind of night is open and unobstructed. It is not a good choice to use it for murder and arson. However, the gate of the Chang family is half closed, and the faint whimpers are faintly audible. Overlaid with unusual treachery.

The curving blood dyed the cold and hard bluestone under the feet into the color of the boy's eyes. Those eyes were scarlet, like a bloodthirsty lone wolf with desperate determination. The man in the yard was cut into a mangled, tattered one.

Xiao Xingchen held the sword and pushed open the door. Even the quiet night seemed to be startled by the rough sound of the wooden door for an instant. There seemed to be a flash of bewilderment, but soon he re-entered the fun, cutting the doll with a knife, and continuing to slice the flesh into thin layers.

Xiao Xingchen suddenly felt nauseous, and the hand holding the sword trembled even more. He looked at everything in front of him with a pale face and helplessly, and tremblingly called the boy's name: "Xue Yang, what are you doing?"

The boy turned his head halfway, flicked his high ponytail in front of him, and said calmly and coldly, "Kill."

He glanced at Xiao Xingchen and kicked at the hanging person. In fact, he could no longer be called a person. His whole body was shaved into a skeleton. From the steps not far away, it flows along the edges of the flower beds and bluestone slabs into a winding river of blood.

The boy continued, stabbing deeper and deeper, and the whimpering in the night wind intensified, Xiao Xingchen realized that in the shadow covered by flowers and plants, there was still someone stepping on Xue Yang's feet.

Holding the sword, Xiao Xingchen quickly flew over, grabbed the hand he was about to stab, and said in pain and surprise: "Enough! Stop!"

Xue Yang pulled his hand violently, pushed Xiao Xingchen hard, and raised the dagger to stab the person who was stepping on him. Xiao Xingchen's liver and gallbladder were torn, and he shouted angrily: "Xue Yang! He's still a child! "

The stabbing hand paused for a moment, as if thinking about the meaning of Xiao Xingchen's words, and then he looked confused, and stabbed down even faster, Xiao Xingchen was startled, Shuanghua shot instantly, the long sword With a ding sound, he bumped into the dagger in Xue Yang's hand, Xue Yang took a step back, and the dagger instantly changed into a black sword. The thick black mist and ghostly aura lingered, making his eyes even redder, as if a puddle of boiling blood filled his eyes.

He grasped the black sword and slashed at Shuanghua mercilessly. His strength was unmatched. In the ice and snow wasteland, nothing could quench the bloodthirsty fire that was burning in Xue Yang's heart.

Xue Yang used [-]% of his strength to swing away the barriers of Xiao Xingchen and Shuanghua, rolled on the spot, and the black sword fell across the sky, and the tip of the sword was about to stab the child. "Don't!" Xiao Xingchen yelled, his eyes were about to burst, and he threw his arms around Xue Yang's back tightly, begging, "Xue Yang, don't kill him, okay?"

Xue Yang didn't seem to hear, his face was expressionless and unresponsive, he grabbed Xiao Xingchen's hands, and shouted impetuously and eagerly, "Let go!"

"Don't let him go! Don't let him go even if he dies!" Xiao Xingchen shook his head in a panic, lying on Xue Yang's back, and said at a loss, "Don't kill anyone, okay?"

"They deserve to die!" Almost forcing a few words as hard as iron from between his teeth, Xue Yang let go of his hand suddenly, and the long sword in his hand changed direction. Then stab out.Xiao Xingchen suddenly took out something, stuffed it into Xue Yang's hand through the sword, and shouted anxiously: "Xingchen, I am your Xingchen! Xue Yang! Look who I am!"

Xue Yang froze in place suddenly, the black sword in his hand slid on the ground. He moved his body and realized that he was holding a piece of light white paper in his hand. He wanted to turn his head to look, but he felt powerless and in pain. A frightened and helpless voice came out of his throat: "Is that you?

"It's me." Xiao Xingchen let go of his back, pressed him into his arms, put his ear against his beating heart, and said in a deep voice, "A Yang, listen to my heart. I'm also jumping for you, you've already killed Chang Ci'an, let his family go, okay?"

Xue Yang stroked the thing Xiao Xingchen gave him with his fingertips, and struggled out of his arms. With the aid of the dimly lit lantern, he could see that the paper was crookedly piled up with handwriting. It was the one he had kept in his book all along. , but those small characters were written just before leaving the house.He raised his head, the blood in his eyes had gradually faded away, the only thing that felt uncomfortable was his buzzing brain, as if an old clock had been stuffed into it, being knocked back and forth constantly, almost shaking his brain out of it.

His brows were tightly frowned, and a forceful snort came out of his hoarse throat: "Don't you ask me why I killed him?"

"I know...I know everything." Xiao Xingchen grabbed his hand and held it in the palm of his hand: "I also know that it hurts, Xue Yang..."

Xue Yang rested his head on his shoulder, and said softly, "I wanted to kill Chang Ci'an a long time ago, but did you chase after him from Jinlin Tower?"

Xiao Xingchen opened his mouth. Originally, he wanted to say that I came to you because I was worried about you, but it was obvious that he didn't mean it. He clearly cared more about whether Xue Yang killed someone than why Xue Yang killed him. Why did he suddenly seem like a different person.

He mocked himself from the bottom of his heart, the two kept confronting each other, unable to persuade or compromise, questioning himself over and over again, Xue Yang was not like this in the first place?

Xue Yang couldn't even wait for an ambiguous answer from him, so he just closed his eyes and spoke in an almost rambling tone: "Then if you don't let me kill, I won't kill. Can you take me to sleep? My head hurts."

He leaned against Xiao Xingchen and remained motionless. The wind howled in the yard, blowing the smell of blood far away. The child who had escaped from the dead stared at the two hugging each other with his frightened and resentful eyes. , but it is neither fish nor fowl, and abruptly owns a bright moon.Xiao Xingchen couldn't help mourning, he rolled up his light moon sleeves, and pointed his fingers in the air, the lingering spiritual power poured into the child's mind, and the child was lifted into the room with his eyes closed, and the horrifying half-night memory also disappeared. and was removed.

The long night was as cold as iron, and in the second half of the night, there was thunder and heavy rain again. Xiao Xingchen found a local inn, and when he went in, he felt like he was back in the past. Even the room he stayed in was given to Xue. Yang stayed the night before going to Jinlintai.

All coincidences and fly in the ointment are like fate that should be entangled.

Time flies, all the good and bad are colorful spots on the sea, and each spot is the unobtainable greed, hatred, ignorance, desire and thought.

He carried Xue Yang back to the room and washed off the blood on his body, only then did he remember that he had lived again, and Xue Yang was really willing to listen to him.If Chang's family does not die and Bai Xueguan does not perish, then Song Zichen and him will not be blind, let alone rebirth would be worse than death, and death will not be peaceful.

Is everything going to be different, everything going to be better?

Xiao Xingchen buried himself in the water until his whole body was cold before he changed his clothes and got under the quilt. Xue Yang was already sound asleep, with his face slightly sideways like an ignorant baby, completely different from a cruel, bloodthirsty and irrational person.

The sleeping person turned over and slipped into his arms, skilled and natural, as if he had fallen asleep together countless times in this life, Xiao Xingchen stretched out his arms to wrap his head around his head, and he hugged Xiao Xingchen with the pillow Stardust's slender waist.

More than half of the quiet night had passed, the dim lights were blown out by a gust of wind, the sound of wind and rain outside the window was beating eagerly on the door and window, the man in his arms kicked off the quilt with a murmur, turned over and lay on Xiao Xingchen's body directly.Xiao Xingchen couldn't breathe smoothly due to the pressure, Meng Jiling opened his eyes suddenly in a drowsy state, the sky that was supposed to be gradually brightening turned dark as if being dragged into a pool of ink.

One after another, Xue Yang shivered and lay down on Xiao Xingchen's neck in a daze, mumbling along the heater on his body: "Is there a ghost? I'm scared."

Xiao Xingchen pushed him, turned his head irritably, his heart was so congested that he couldn't breathe, he wondered what kind of influence Xue Yang was on, and at the same time tried his best to drive Xue Yang's shadow out of his heart.

Going back and forth like this, turning things upside down, trying my best, is in vain.

Pushed by him, Xue Yang groaned and rolled up the quilt to wrap himself into a ball. Xiao Xingchen couldn't see his face, only heard his slightly rapid breathing, and couldn't bear to hug him again, but Xue Yang He is used to pushing his nose up to his face, and as soon as he got in, he would kiss Xiao Xingchen's face down.

Xiao Xingchen was angry and annoyed, so he had to twist his body to dodge. Xue Yang found an opportunity to show his skills when he dodged. His fists and feet kept going back and forth.

The sound of swishing rain could not suppress the chaotic beating hearts of the two of them. Xiao Xingchen stared at him in the dark, with anger and resentment but also with endless worries. In the dark night, there was only an invisible stare at each other, and his moist lips It was like pouring down the night rain wrapped in airtight, the rain was urgent and heavy, rough and delicate moistening every corner.

Xiao Xingchen turned his head away in embarrassment, but Xue Yang grabbed his chin and slammed him over. He stammered arrogantly and puzzled, "What... how? I feel so uncomfortable."

Xiao Xingchen turned his face away and buried himself in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "Have you never done it? I don't know either."

"I... haven't done it before." Xue Yang was finally willing to tell the truth: "I used to lie to you with nonsense, just wait, I'll go out and ask."

Xiao Xingchen couldn't wait to hammer the wall, grabbed Humanity and said, "Are you crazy? You still want to ask others about this kind of thing?"

"How do you know if you don't ask? How do you do it if you don't know?"

Xiao Xingchen wanted to beat him to death, and said angrily, "Don't do it, sleep!"

Xue Yang slumped on the bed, got up again after a while, feeling wronged: "I can't sleep anymore."

Xiao Xingchen took a deep breath, forced down his hot body, held Xue Yang's head in his arms, and endured a few times before softly saying, "I'm sleeping, A Yang."

"Oh~"

ps: That child in the Chang family is very bad, his father is far behind him, so don't think that Yang Yang wants to kill people indiscriminately.