[Xue Xiao colleagues] Spring is late

Xue Yang hugged her tightly in his arms, his eyes filled with distress, he grabbed Xiao Xingchen's hands, his sore and swollen eyes almost shed tears, those shiny palms, at this moment, were too horrible to look at, flesh and blood It was black and red, and even the hilt of Shuanghua's sword that fell to the ground was covered with black and gray blood.

Xiao Xingchen was still trembling. Xue Yang called him several times but there was no response. He pressed the person against his chest, and only then did he have the time to take the medicine from the Qiankun bag and sprinkle it on his trembling hands. It took a long time for Xiao Xingchen to react, and suddenly withdrew his hand, grabbed Xue Yang's clothes and asked, "Where's Zichen?"

Xue Yang lowered his head and glanced to the side. Song Lan was resting with his eyes closed while leaning against the red wall not far away. Tweeting: "Don't waste it, you're hurt so badly, I'm fine."

His voice was dry and hoarse, he kept his head down the whole time and didn't dare to lift it up. It took a long time before he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry...Xue Yang."

I'm sorry that I didn't recognize him, and I stabbed him seriously, and I'm sorry that I got him involved and caused him to run all the way here but almost died.

Xue Yang leaned against his head, put his face against Xiao Xingchen's cold face, and comforted him over and over again: "No need to apologize, I came too late, how can I blame you."

Xiao Xingchen lost his mind, his expression was in a trance, he stared blankly at those people who were covered by frost and refused to speak, how could Xue Yang not know what was going on in his mind, thought for a moment, then helped him by the shoulder and said with a smile: "The weather is too cold!" It’s hot, let them cool down for a while and then let them out, if they are willing to deceive themselves, then let them stay here forever, besides, they are not as bad as me, why can’t you stand it?”

"It's different." Xiao Xingchen murmured: "Those are their relatives, and they are so insane, you... just for revenge, right..."

"No, I am doing evil, viciously, and killing the whole family. I am no different from them, but you can't forget the ideal you have always insisted on because of this, and don't feel hopeless because of this drop in the ocean. There are many people in this world who need you Not all people who help are the same as them, for example, you, you are so good, there will be many, many people who need you, so don’t be sad because of these people who don’t need you.”

"What about you?" Xiao Xingchen inexplicably felt that something was wrong, and regardless of the wound on his hand, he squeezed Xue Yang's hand and asked, "Do you not need me anymore?"

"It's not." Xue Yang pulled his hand away and continued to apply the medicine, and said slowly, "I need you differently than others need you, I will only keep conflicting with your thoughts, and keep making you do things that you can't do. The choice not to make, maybe one day you want to understand which one needs you more, the people in the world or me, and then you will know what I want."

"But I want to say more, it's not that I don't need you..." Xue Yang looked up at him, found a clean underwear and tore it off, wrapped his hands carefully, hugged him heavily and said, "It's you I don't really need it."

Xiao Xingchen raised his head in astonishment, his lips twitched and moved, he wanted to refute Xue Yang's words, wanted to say no, wanted to say that he needed him too, but he couldn't say anything.After this incident, he realized that his understanding of Xue Yang was only a drop in the bucket, one in ten thousand, and his trust and love for Xue Yang was far less than what Xue Yang had for him. What Xue Yang said was absolutely correct, Once he conflicts with what he thinks, he will only choose the latter without hesitation.

He is the friend in my heart, he is cruel and bloodthirsty, he is calm and arrogant, and he is the one who will rush over thousands of miles because of uncertain dangers, but now I can't even give him the same trust.

He was flustered, feeling ashamed, speechless, ashamed and ashamed, in a daze, looking at Xue Yang's wounds, and wanted to reach out to bandage him, but felt that he had nowhere to do it, no face to touch.

Xue Yang didn't care how sincere Xiao Xingchen was to him. He wrapped Xiao Xingchen's wounds before covering his own. In his opinion, these were just superficial wounds, no matter who stabbed them. It has already made him so numb that he doesn't know the pain, so why bother to care about it so much.

He helped him up, and brought him back to Song Lan, then he frowned and said, "He was strung on the pipa bone by the lock thread, and he needs to take good care of him when he goes back, otherwise his spiritual power will be wasted."

After finishing speaking, he gave Song Lan a hard look and cursed: "I've never seen you so stupid. It's fine if you are tricked into the cave by Lost Soul Xiang, and you can be tied up to retrieve memories, otherwise you won't be imitated." So like, tell me what exactly did you see in the illusion? That’s why you’re willing to enter that cave.”

Song Lan closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, unwilling to open his mouth. Xue Yang was aggrieved. Seeing him like this, he couldn't help but recalled the time when he got a whisk that gouged and gouged his face before humming: "Get up quickly, I'll see you off!" You go back."

Song Lan couldn't move his feet, and he couldn't stand up at all. Xiao Xingchen hurried over to help someone lean on him, and then said to Xue Yang, "You two are seriously injured. I will take you with Yujian." Shuanghua came and planned to take someone up, Xue Yang stretched out his hand to grab it, turned his wrist, and put the sword back on Xiao Xingchen's back, and said softly, "No need, it may take you a long time to recover from that move just now, I'll take you with me."

Xiao Xingchen stared at him dumbfounded, and stammered, "You...you really can use my sword!"

Xue Yang took out a talisman from his bosom, and said coldly, "Did you know it the first day I could use it?" He had used it for eight years, and he had no distinction between the left and the right, and he could even combine two swords , using two swords at the same time, what is so strange about being able to use it now.

Xiao Xingchen secretly stared at Xue Yang's side face, seeing his lips tightly pursed, he seemed unhappy, after thinking about it, he didn't know what he said wrong, although he had asked Xue Yang to use Shuanghua when he was in Yizhuang, It was just to let it stay beside Xue Yang temporarily, in order to prevent any walking corpses from hurting him.But it was really the first time that he removed his sword art effortlessly, and retracted the sword back into its sheath.

Before that, he wandered around Yizhuang with a frail soul, and it was only in his unclear memory that he had seen him holding double blades, dancing swords under the tree, and swaying Shuanghua with ease. Ru is his closest companion.

He couldn't recover from his astonishment and astonishment. Xue Yang had already tapped the talisman, and there was a whistling noise in his ears, and the white mist gradually rose. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, Xiao Xingchen only came in time to break through the frozen layers of frost. , Looking up again, he has already arrived outside the gate of Baixuege Mountain.

Xiao Xingchen was inextricably entangled in his heart, and there was another burst of guilt and silence. Only then did he realize that Xue Yang used the teleportation talisman, which was why he was able to reach the underground temple of Qianjia Town from Jinlin Terrace in an instant. It is impossible to go so fast, and it is not established at all. I am afraid that he set off immediately after receiving his news.

He turned his head to grab Xue Yang's hand, but found that the fingers in his palm were icy cold. When he looked up, he saw Xue Yang's eyes were hazy, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. Xiao Xingchen exclaimed, "Xue Yang!" Before he could help, Xue Yang spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down the stone steps.

In an instant, the heart seemed to be jumping out of the mouth, and the sticky sweat turned into dense needles, which hurt all over the body. Xiao Xingchen tremblingly supported the man to lean against his arms, and poured all the remaining spiritual power into it. , in exchange for his weak breathing and opening of his eyes.

"Xue Yang!" He was so scared that his heart was beating wildly, his breath was short of breath, and he held Xue Yang's face and shouted in succession. The tears in his eyes quickly flowed out and wet his face. Xue Yang stretched out his hand, and Xiao Xingchen hurriedly grabbed his hand. He wiped away his tears and said, "Don't cry, I'm fine, I'll be fine after a while, you send Song Lan back first, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going? How are you going now?" Xiao Xingchen hurriedly said, "Baixue Pavilion is behind you, why don't you go to heal your injuries first?"

Xue Yang curled his lips and said, "Don't think that because I saved Song Lan, it means that I don't hate him. If you dare to let me in Baixue Pavilion, you are not afraid that I will kill them again."

"No, you won't." Xiao Xingchen ignored his nonsense, got up from the ground half-embracing him, turned to Song Lan and said, "Zichen, did you send the signal? When are they coming down?"

Song Lan nodded and said, "It's already been posted, they'll be here soon, you take Xue Keqing up first, don't worry about me."

Xiao Xingchen was worried about Xue Yang's injury, but he couldn't ignore Song Lan. In a dilemma, the mountain gate was pushed open, and a few black-clothed Taoist priests ran down. With a sigh of relief, he helped Xue Yang up the steps.

When Baixue Pavilion settled down and it was already dark, Xiao Xingchen didn't care about himself, tore off Xue Yang's clothes and re-wrapped them with medicine. After seeing it, he couldn't stop crying, and his fingers trembled even more.

The original fair skin was covered with wounds, sword wounds, burns and smashed wounds all over the body, it was almost impossible to imagine the original appearance, Xue Yang fell into a coma again, and he didn't wake up even after he got a needle and thread to suture the wound, but One can imagine how long it lasted with strong self-support along the way.

He remembered that a long time ago, Xue Yang once said that he was beaten up since he was a child, no matter how severe the injury was, he didn't feel pain, and he could still be alive and kicking after a few days of care, but how could such a serious injury not hurt? ?He didn't even hum.

The changed gauze was soon filled with blood again, Xue Yang kept frowning in his sleep, and kept moving, Xiao Xingchen looked at it with hazy eyes, and couldn't help but feel distressed, in order to prevent him from accidentally tearing the wound In the end, he could only hold on to his fidgeting hands and watch by the bed all night.

Song Lan came once at dawn, apologized to Xiao Xingchen and asked him about Xue Yang's injury, seeing how he was wrapped like a rice dumpling, he couldn't help sighing.This time in Qianjia Town, they thought they were going to die, but they were able to turn the danger into a safety net, and it was all because of Xue Yang that they were able to keep them safe.

He remembered that he stabbed someone indiscriminately back then, and took advantage of his foolishness to lie to him that he could not take revenge, and felt extremely guilty for a while.He gave Xiao Xingchen medicine and food, and said he would look after him for a while, but Xiao Xingchen refused to let him, Song Lan couldn't help it, so he had to ask his juniors to take care of Xiao Xingchen more.

After he walked for a while, Xue Yang opened his eyes, just stared at the roof in a daze and didn't speak, his whole body was like a bottle of transparent colored glass, as if it would break into pieces if touched lightly.

I don't know when the wind blew outside the window. Xiao Xingchen sent Song Lan back and closed the window. He walked a few steps to see if Xue Yang had woken up. The windows were obviously closed.

He moved stiffly, looking at the shriveled bedding on the bed, his heart sank little by little.